Chapter 237 Performance
The mirage of the past gradually reappeared.

Two figures faintly appeared in the misty gray fog, standing on the left and right sides of the withered bone boat.

Two shirtless and muscular men faced each other with red faces and gritted teeth.

"Call me sabotage? I got up early and worked late, and dug [-] catties of black gold in a month!"

"What kind of bastard are you? Say I'm sabotaging work? Are you worthy?"

"I'm not worthy? Heh, you can ask God Zhu Rong to see who contributes more!"

"It's clearly written on the supervisor's board, unless in your eyes, [-] jin is more than [-] jin!"

"Fifty thousand catties? You really don't want to make a fool of yourself! Do you believe it yourself? Ah?!"

"No way, no way, is this your face? Do you think others can't do things you can't do yourself?"

"It's a good one who judges others by himself, don't you feel ashamed?"

"You are bloody!"

"You are brazen!"

"you"

The two figures gradually faded away, and the roaring sound also disappeared.

Ning Luo frowned, because this kind of scene of being sandwiched between two muscular men with men on the left and right was a bit philosophical.
Too embarrassed.

The key point is that the two big men scolded each other for a long time around him, just like street shrews quarreled in the old days.

Although Mirage's saliva would not splash out, Ning Luo really wanted to punch their dogs in the face.

You guys are fighting!

Is growing muscle a display?

What's the use of patronizing and shouting, but fighting!

The corner of Ning Luo's mouth twitched, but after the mirage dissipated, he quickly returned to calmness.

He thought about the conversation between the two, and noticed a few details that might be useful.

"They mentioned Zhu Rong Shenjun just now, so I can be sure that I have indeed entered the strange place of Huo Xing this time."

"And I remember that the workers in the smelting factory also said that the source of the black gold ore is the territory of Zhu Rong Shenjun"

"hiss"

Ning Luo frowned even tighter.

Zhu Rong Shenjun, Ruo Shu Shenjun.
Looking at it this way, maybe these gods are the predecessors of the five ghosts and gods?
Ning Luo has two guesses about the identity of ghosts and gods, one is the theory of fog erosion, and the other is the theory of belief evolution.

He himself prefers to believe the latter, but now it seems that all the clues point to the former. Maybe Jinxing's god of harvest is the ghost god Baidi?And the God Lord Zhurong of Fire Xing is the ghost god Yandi?

wrong.

If this is the case, then Ning Luo had clearly heard the voice of the god of harvest in the forge earlier, and Lu Chuan happened to have made a deal with Baidi.

If God Lord Rushou is Baidi, wouldn't he be divided into two?
So that's not right either.

"It's messed up, it's messed up."

Ning Luo rubbed his temples, reorganizing the clues.

However, another mirage appeared beside him.

The protagonists of the mirage are still those two brawny men who talked nonsense just now.

It's just that this time the two of them are not arguing, but digging hard.

Although the two are not in the same mining area, their figures are still lined up on the left and right, just like the split screen of the live broadcast, but they are quite smart.

"drink!"

"drink!"

The characteristic of both of them is very obvious, that is, the part where they exert force is not the muscle, but the mouth.

It seems that the louder you shout, the more effort you can use.

But the ore piled up beside them is not too much, at least from Ning Luo's point of view, their exaggerated hard work performance, in exchange for the result is contrary to it.

Where did the so-called [-] catties and [-] catties come from?

Ning Luo quickly knew the answer.

The mirage reappeared.

The protagonists are still these two people.

It's just that this time it's during the break time, and the two seem to be particularly busy.

But they are not busy mining, they are busy lobbying.

The old miner's pupils were absent-minded, and he looked up at the muscular man.

The strong man lowered his voice and whispered in his ear: "Qiub, how did you think about what I told you last time?"

Chu Bo didn't answer, but just shook his head to himself.

"Oh! Chubb, you are so confused!"

The strong man stomped down on the ground with a gloomy expression on his face, and his tone was full of compassion: "Think about it, black gold mines are so difficult to dig, how much can you dig with hard work for a month? A few hundred catties will be enough!"

"In the performance list set up by Shenjun, you can't even rank in a corner!"

"Then you can't get the reward, and you have to dig desperately, what are you trying to do?"

The strong man covered his face with his big hands, as if he hated iron but steel.

However, when Chub lowered his head dejectedly, the strong man suddenly changed his face and seduced in a low voice: "But you think, you just need to count your extra share on my head, and then I will ask a few more old gentlemen to help me, then I will Wouldn’t his contribution be able to rank among the list, or even surpass others?”

"Hey~ In this way, I can get the reward from the gods, and get those sacred fruits that strengthen the body and prolong life."

"Then!"

"I will share the reward with you again!"

"In this way, you don't have to do anything more, but you can get rewards that were impossible to get!"

"Your body will get better and better, and you will live longer. Why not do it?"

Lao Qiu raised his head in confusion.

He always felt that there was something wrong with what the strong man said, but he couldn't figure it out.

He knew that this man called Xiaochi was the star of the mining area, because his name often appeared on the performance list set up by Zhu Rong Shenjun.

But Lao Qiu also knew that the reason why Xiaochi was able to get on the list was mostly because of disgraceful means.

So when a man approached him, Lao Qiu's first reaction was to refuse.

But under Xiaochi's tricky words and seduction, he wavered.

Because in this way, he can indeed make a profit without having to pay extra labor.

And Xiao Chi doesn't look like a pure evil party, he just used some disgraceful means to make profits for everyone.

Seeing Lao Qiu waver, the corners of Xiaochi's mouth rose slightly, and immediately chased after him: "Old Qiu, think about it carefully, you are the only one missing!"

Lao Qiu raised his head, rubbing his wrinkled lips dryly, and a long-lost longing faintly appeared in his cloudy pupils.

But before he could open his mouth, the mirage turned into a misty gray mist and drifted away.

Ning Luo squinted his eyes slightly, and had a vague insight into something.

It turns out that the [-] catties and [-] catties in the two populations were not due to their own credit.

They let other miners in the mining area only complete the bottom line share, and then count the excess share to them to compete for the ranking.

From the current point of view, although this kind of behavior is a bit out of order, at least it is not a big problem.

But Ning Luo knew that this was just the beginning.

The mirage reappeared.

The man who previously threatened to perform [-] catties no longer appeared.

Instead, there was the Xiaochi who had fallen into the wind, and the numb old Qiu.

Xiao Chi looked around, sneaked up to Lao Qiu, and took out a jujube from his pocket.

"Hey, Lao Qiu, you put it away, you must hide it well, don't let others find out!"

"This is?"

"This is the sacred fruit that can prolong life! You will know it after one bite!"

Lao Qiu was skeptical. Although he had never seen the holy fruit, he did not expect the appearance of the holy fruit to be so simple.

But out of the thirst for longevity, Lao Qiu swallowed the holy fruit without thinking.

The green jujube entered his stomach, and a mysterious force swung towards his limbs and bones in an instant!

Lao Qiu felt that his old body seemed to be full of life again!
it is true!
That is the real holy fruit!

Lao Qiu was overjoyed and grateful!

Good man, this kid Xiaochi is really a good man!
"Old Qiu, I didn't lie to you, did I?" Xiaochi smiled warmly, showing his white teeth.

He patted Lao Qiu on the shoulder and promised: "This time the ranking is not too high, but as long as you work harder and give me more shares, I can give you another one next time!"

With tears in his eyes and tears of gratitude, Lao Qiu cried out, "Okay!"

Koike grinned.

It could be seen that he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

It's just that this joy is not for Lao Qiu, but for himself.

The gray fog goes and returns, and the mirage reappears.

That muscular little Chi lived high on a hill made of ore, chewing green dates like a snack, and his life became more and more mellow.

But the old Qiu in the distance had red eyes, trying his best to mine the black gold ore, and his figure became more and more haggard, but only for the sake of one more holy fruit.

But what he didn't know was that the hill of date pits in front of Xiaochi was already somewhat higher than the black gold mine he dug.

The mirage dissipated.

Ning Luo's face also darkened.

(End of this chapter)

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