It's damp and cold underground, and even the sound of dripping water has an echo.
"What's the sound?" Huang Fu picked up a piece of iron ore and turned his head slightly.
I thought I heard something strange just now.
The foreman disagreed, "There is no ventilation underneath the mine, and there are often strange noises."
"Master Liu, what is the composition of this ore? Just the layer of gray outside is rare to see!"
Huang Fu looked away and nodded with satisfaction.
"That's right. You should load this batch of goods into the truck as soon as possible and deliver them to the delivery location safely." After saying that, he touched his chin again, "If Wang Pingchuan knew the truth, he would have a share in the business. I never thought that he would seek death on his own.
, I am so obsessed with building roads, I am so stupid."
The foreman echoed: "That's because he is not so lucky. We blocked the road and warned him in the twelfth lunar month last year, but he didn't listen. Who is to blame?"
Huang Fu dropped the iron ore in his hand, brushed off the dust on his clothes, and stood up slowly.
"This is because I was stupid in reading and didn't know how to adapt, which almost ruined my good deeds."
The foreman's eyes narrowed with laughter, "But fortunately he is dead, and the third master has become the county magistrate, which is a blessing in disguise, isn't it?"
This sounded nice, but Huang Fu glanced at him, and the smile on his face was a bit weird, "What ability can Huang Laosan have? He is eager for quick success and quick success, but he fails more than he succeeds."
The foreman was startled for a moment, but Huang Fu said no more.
He looked around the mine with his hands behind his back and said, "Please give me some advice on the quality of this iron ore. People in the north are already a little dissatisfied."
The foreman followed suit, nodded and replied, "Yes, the younger ones will definitely supervise them."
It's dim, dark and cold under the mine, so it's really boring to stay there for a long time.
Huang Fu wandered around for a short time before getting ready to go out.
And at the other end of the mine.
All the oil lamps on the walls of the narrow passage have been extinguished.
Zhao Jin kicked away the corpse at his feet, wiped the blood from his head, and stepped away.
Several patrol officers were lingering at the mouth of the well, looking down into the well.
"There seemed to be a cry just now?"
"Is something going to happen down there?"
The mine has not been reinforced for a long time, although nothing has happened yet.
The leader was a little worried and left two people in the mine while the others hung ropes and went down the mine.
As soon as they reached the bottom of the well, everyone noticed something was wrong.
"Why are all the oil lamps in the corridor extinguished?"
"Master Six hasn't come out yet, who turned off the light?"
The leader cautiously took out a fire stick from his sleeve and blew it open. He bowed and shouted: "Sixth Master? Sixth Master, are you there?"
The voice was blown away by the wind in the mine tunnel, and there was no response for a long time.
"Are you still in the back? I'm afraid you didn't hear me?"
A patrol officer put his palm against the wall, but suddenly felt his hand was sticky.
There is water in the mine all year round, and the walls are always wet.
He shook his hand with disgust on his face, and suddenly smelled a fishy smell. He hesitated for a moment, put his hand next to the fire fold, and immediately saw the bright red color on his hand.
"Blood!" He lost his voice in shock, "It's blood!"
The leader was also startled, but he quickly reacted and yelled angrily: "It's not like I've never seen blood? What the hell are you talking about!"
Before he finished speaking, a cool breeze suddenly blew over his head, and the leader's chest suddenly felt cold.
The steel knife appeared from the air, punching through his chest and back, lifting his body and slamming him over, then plunged into the chest of the person behind him.
Zhao Jin appeared so suddenly that the surrounding patrols were stunned. It wasn't until the leader let out a shrill scream that everyone reacted.
"Someone broke in!"
The two colleagues were stabbed to the core. The remaining people were shocked and angry, and quickly chopped them off with their swords.
Zhao Jin kicked the two of them over, like a charging tiger, and suddenly slashed his knife back.
Just a clanging sound was heard, and several steel knives collided with each other, causing sparks to burn in the darkness.
The fire stick fell to the ground, and there was chaos in the cave.
Someone shouted: "Block him! Damn it, don't let him escape!"
"Run?" Zhao Jin slashed at the stone wall with his knife, causing gravel to splash out, disrupting their rhythm. He sneered, "I have no intention of leaving until you beasts die clean today!"
Zhao Jin shouted angrily in a deep voice, caught the knife with his arm, and wiped the man's neck with his backhand, causing blood to spurt out instantly.
Then he quickly stepped forward, grabbed the other person's head and banged it against the wall wildly.
Zhao Jin's desperate attitude made those people's hair stand on end.
The patrol officers did not dare to face him directly. After avoiding the sharp edge, they hugged Zhao Jin's feet close to the ground and tried to knock him over.
Zhao Jin was caught off guard and staggered.
"Good opportunity!"
The two of them swooped forward, and one of their knives hit Zhao Jin's thigh.
"Go away!"
Zhao Jin's eyes were scarlet, and he raised his foot and kicked the man's throat violently. The man's expression was distorted, and his arms immediately relaxed.
He waited for the right moment to turn over in the narrow passage, picked up a steel knife from the ground, and thrust it straight into the backs of the two of them.
The people present saw that Zhao Jin had taken two lives with his backhand, like a god of murder. They did not dare to fight anymore and turned around and ran away.
Zhao Jin panted rapidly. After killing several people, he had already poured out all the rage in his body.
He chased the escaping man tirelessly.
Tonight, no one can escape!
......
Not long after, footsteps came from the depths of the mine.
The fire light came from far away, and Huang Fu's voice was gloomy, especially uneasy, "You can't even light an oil lamp, what do you do for food?"
"Yes, I will definitely teach them a lesson when I turn around..."
As he spoke, the foreman turned his head and suddenly saw a "hill", and his face instantly turned pale.
Huang Fu saw the foreman in front of him suddenly stopped and urged: "Hurry up!"
Unexpectedly, the torch in the foreman's hand trembled and he pointed forward, "Six, Mr. Liu, there! There..."
Huang Fu looked in the direction of his finger, his legs suddenly softened, his bloated body fell to the ground, and his cheeks twitched fiercely.
Several corpses were lying on the ground with their hands and feet intertwined. Blood sprayed all over the wall, and the blood flowed along the ground to the feet of the two people.
In this turbid, wet and cold mine, the terrifying scene is like hell.
"Someone is killing people in the mine tunnel!" The foreman's hair stood up all over his body and he broke into a cold sweat. "Master Liu, let's, let's move back."
Huang Fu was also dumbfounded. He felt a chill on his back and inexplicably thought of what he had said to the groom when he came.
Ghost demands life.
"You go ahead and see what's going on?" Huang Fu instructed the foreman to explore the road ahead.
The foreman’s knees were shaking and he was so frightened that he said, “Master Six?!”
Huang Fu's eyes were sinister and he said in a cold voice: "If I can't get out today, your family members will also ascend to heaven."
The foreman sucked in a breath of air, with goosebumps all over his body. He had no choice but to draw out his saber.
However, before walking far, I heard footsteps.
Da, da, da.
The sound of heavy footsteps amplified in the silence, a flash of fire appeared, and a man covered in blood came into view.
The man's left hand was actually holding a severed arm.
The foreman just looked at it and his whole body collapsed to the ground.
The visitor stopped and his eyes were frightening, "Huang Laoliu, you old bastard..."
"Zhao...Zhao Jin??" Huang Fu looked at the person in front of him in horror.
Zhao Jin picked up the knife, pointed it at the opposite side, and asked gloomily: "Tell me, who is Pixiu?"
Huang Fu's breath was stagnant and he stepped back unconsciously, "How do you know this name?"
Zhao Jin cut the foreman's neck lying on the ground with a knife and asked again: "Who is Pixiu!"
The spray of blood stimulated Huang Fu. He fell to the ground and looked up at Zhao Jin, who was covered in blood.