The moment I was dug out was the beginning of the tragedy of my life.
I lost at the starting line and became a supporting role.
I have worked hard for a long time,
I endured high temperatures and high pressure and didn't even see the sun.
In the end, it was abandoned here and became Meigan Mountain.
Why, if you are coal, I must be coal gangue?
Why are you being transported by big trains to all parts of the country, while I am piled here to be exposed to the wind and sun?
The protagonist shines brightly, has a perfect curtain call, and disappears into ashes.
The supporting characters are still here, taking up space, causing heavy pollution, being worthless and an eyesore.
I also want to burn myself, shine, benefit a place, and be praised by others~
But what I got in exchange was that the cost couldn’t be justified.”
After reading this, Hu Xiaocao couldn't stand it anymore. Is this the prose written by Xiao Er?
Apart from a bit of self-pity, there are no other emotions in it.
Gently, he put the waiter's work on the table, and tried his best to smile.
"Brother Shan Shen, your writing is so good, your true feelings are revealed, and it touches the world.
Putting aside all the injustices in the world, the unwillingness of coal gangue, and the poor eyesight of ordinary people,
Expressed in simple and unpretentious words, it makes people feel the same. It’s amazing.”
"Really? Do you feel it? If you like, you can take a look at these.
What you just looked at was my early work, which was still very rough.
This collection of essays of mine is all about critical realist dystopia.
Please take another look and give me a review."
As he said that, the waiter took out a one-meter-thick stack of manuscripts from behind the altar.
With a bang, he threw it in front of Hu Xiaocao.
Chang Wufu and Mang Qingshan frowned at the same time. This mountain god guy is really boring at ordinary times.
This pile of books couldn't have been written in thirty or forty years, right?
Originally they wanted to go to Dakeng, but the waiter had to take them to Meigan Mountain, saying there was a treasure for them to see.
As a result, in addition to tables and chairs, there was an abandoned altar and countless precious works.
Does this mountain god guy have some misunderstanding about the meaning of treasure?
In fact, this is really Xiao Er's treasure. It is true that the definition of treasure in everyone's heart is different.
Looking at this small cave in front of me, let’s call it a cave. The mountain god is very different.
Especially in the center of the altar, there is a human skin, which seems to be the owner's skin.
It’s just an exhibition like this, so it’s not too taboo.
Hu Xiaocao looked at the one-meter-thick manuscript and gave himself a hard mouth.
I regret being so polite just now, it was a bit against my will. I didn’t expect the waiter to be so affordable and take it seriously.
"Well, Brother Shan Shen, let's get down to business first. I'll appreciate your literary talents later."
The waiter was very disappointed. He was keenly aware that Hu Xiaocao was perfunctory and a little embarrassed.
"Speak in a roundabout way. If you don't understand, just say it! How can I still laugh at you?
It’s the boss who really doesn’t understand you.”
Carefully hiding his manuscript again, Xiao Er took the three of them and suddenly appeared on the edge of the pit.
At this time, there was enough sunlight and the bottom of the pit was clearly visible.
There are winding mountain roads in circles, large machines pulling earth, and people working under the pits, giving it a scene of a large construction site.
"It's daytime now, there are too many living people, and those who are not invisible are all hiding.
The magic circle is in a mine hole in the center of the pit, and they used some barriers to cover up the entrance of the hole."
As expected, Mang Qingshan had studied the battle method. He stared at the direction pointed by the waiter, looked at it carefully for a while, and expressed his opinion.
"Judging from the trend of spiritual energy outside, it looks like a spirit-gathering formation.
Generally, spirit-gathering formations are designed to provide spiritual power to other formations.
I don't know what's going on inside that mine.
Are those network cables that transmit spiritual energy also made by your family?"
In their eyes, the big pit at this time looked like it was covered with a huge spider web.
Countless thin lines, intricately extending from the bottom of the pit, lead to the city.
It can be seen that weak spiritual power is constantly being transported to the formation under the pit along the transparent spider webs.
The waiter casually grabbed a transmission network cable, pulled it hard, and broke it easily. He gestured to Mang Qingshan,
"This is the spiritual energy network of the new wife in my hometown. It is invisible to ordinary people. If you pass through the network, you will be deprived of some of your soul power.
I was cleaning it a few days ago, and I didn’t expect there to be so many. It seems like there are a lot of new virgins coming this time.”
Chang Wufu pointed to a one-eared piglet running towards the bottom of the pit and asked the waiter,
"Did those things come from your hometown? There are quite a few."
The waiter followed what Chang Wufu pointed at and saw that there were quite a few.
Some one-eared piglets relied on their own invisibility to avoid human construction and kept running into the mine.
"That one is a patch-eared dolphin, a low-level monster that steals souls."
Hu Xiaocao didn't waste any time. He quickly jumped down the pit, caught up with a dolphin, and quickly and neatly pulled off its head. It was very easy.
Carrying the pig's head, he returned to the crowd,
"Strength, speed, and defense are all weak. He is just an engineer, easy to deal with.
I just don’t know, how many are there?”
The waiter scratched his messy hair and shook his head.
"I don't know the exact amount, but they need a lot of spiritual energy for such a big battle.
These low-level little demons who collect spiritual energy are also indispensable."
Mang Qingshan gave professional advice,
"No matter what magic circle it is, it can't be activated if its spiritual energy is cut off.
Let's cut off his source of spiritual energy, go to the mine, and give them a good start."
The method is a bit direct, and there are no tactics that need to be coordinated. It’s just one person in one direction.
First cut off these spiritual energy transport networks, and then hunt and kill the patch-eared dolphins.
The low-level monsters are not difficult at all for these four characters, and they are basically all instant kills.
It's just that Chang Wufu and Mang Qingshan were a bit taboo, and they swallowed everything that wasn't forbidden.
After all, we are not in Xiao Er’s hometown, so the commotion cannot be too big, especially if they came here illegally.
After dozens of patch-eared dolphins are wiped out, it will be difficult to find prey again.
The four people gathered together, preparing to wait for dark and the workers to get off work.
Go to that mine to do some finishing work, and your life is over.
Everything happened smoothly, and Hu Xiaocao and the others didn't find anything difficult.
I'm still thinking, this mountain god guy is just too lazy to do anything, right?
Otherwise, is it necessary to find help for such a simple thing?
Or, does he have something else on his mind?
It finally got dark, and the humans under the pit dispersed one after another and left the pit.
Six women carrying luggage flew out of the pothole that had been attracting attention.
With white hair, white clothes, white face and white eyes, she looks like a white-haired witch. After she comes out,
I discovered Xiaoer and the others right away,
No nonsense, he opened his mouth and started attacking.
