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Chapter 43 Mining Slaves and Supervision

A skinny guy next to him yelled and tried to hit Chen Lang in the face with a shovel.

Just then, Mr. Jin saw it and said, “Xiao Fei, this is your brother Lang, be polite.”

Brother Lang?

When did I get a brother?

The skinny monkey hesitated for a moment, but due to Mr. Jin's high prestige, he had to give up and went back to mine angrily.

Chen Lang absorbed the spiritual power from the spirit stone, leaving only a trace. In all his life, this was the first time he had seen one of such poor quality.

"This is the lowest grade spirit stone and is of no use," Grandpa Jin reminded.

Chen Lang picked up another one and looked at it. "These spirit stones feel different from those I've seen outside."

They were very rough and covered with mud, some of them even mixed with sand, rubble and the like. They were only a little bit crystal clear, and apart from the weak fluctuations of spiritual power, they could not be called spiritual stones at all.

"Of course they are different. The spiritual stones used outside are all finished products."

Grandpa Jin said, "These are raw spiritual stones. After someone takes them away, they need to use spiritual gathering arrays and other means to gather spiritual power, refine the essence, and transform them into usable spiritual stones, which are the ones we usually see.

If you want to rely on these to absorb spiritual power, one cart of them may not be worth three or five finished products, but if you dare to use a cart of them secretly, it will be too easy to be discovered, and you may be executed."

He reminded in a low voice, but regretted it right after he finished speaking. If Chen Lang was killed for stealing the spirit stones, he would still be Mr. Jin and not Little Jin.

Chen Lang suddenly realized that he was in a spiritual stone mine, but he could still suffer such a huge loss.

After briefly understanding the rules here, when Mr. Jin returned, a cultivator nearby asked, "Fellow Daoist Jin, how did you get hurt?"

Mr. Jin watched Chen Lang walk into the mine before he whispered, "I had a fight with him."

"He is stronger than you? Could he be at the eighth level?" the monk was surprised.

He was the overlord of another division, with a strength similar to that of Mr. Jin, but he had never seen that battle.

Grandpa Jin sighed, "His cultivation is weaker than mine, but he exploded his Dantian and fought with me."

"So he's not dead yet?"

"I don't know either. He recovered completely after the fight. How can I fight him?"

The monk's eyes flickered, and he said with certainty, "He has precious medicine on him."

It can even restore a broken Dantian. What level of medicine is this?
"What? Precious medicine?"

Another monk nearby smelled the scent and came over. He was also tall and thin, like a thin dog, and said expressionlessly, "Who can bring the precious medicine in here?"

Mr. Jin did not answer and sat down to heal his wounds. However, this was too difficult. This piece of heaven and earth was dry and without spirit stones, he could not heal his wounds at all.

"Brother Zhang, can you lend me two spirit stones? I'll use them for healing and I'll return them next month." said Mr. Jin.

Xigou said, "I've used up all of mine, and I still owe someone two. How about we call the other two and ask that guy if he has any good stuff?"

"I need to recuperate." Mr. Jin refused and healed his wounds silently. If you want to fight, go ahead. I don't want to play anymore.

In the mine, Chen Lang used his magic power to dig out more than ten cubic meters of earth and rock.

In just a few minutes, the mine was dug forward five or six meters, but in the end only more than twenty stones of different sizes were picked up, with faint spiritual energy fluctuations.

Wow.

He used a dustpan to pile the raw ore into the cart, but there was only a shallow layer.

But the miners next door were alarmed. The mining rhythm of others was "clang clang" one by one, but here there was just a bunch of noise, which was hard not to attract attention.

"Fellow Daoist, don't work so hard. Take care of yourself."

The miner stood beside his mine cart and said, "You will become ill from overwork. If you get hurt accidentally, you won't be able to recover."

In fact, he mainly felt that Chen Lang was digging too fast, which would cause him pressure, and the supervisor might punish him if he saw that things were not going well.

Others are digging slowly, but you are doing it so quickly, it's really embarrassing.

"How long have you been digging?" Chen Lang asked.

"four years ago."

"Will this mine collapse?" Chen Lang pointed above his head.

"possible."

"What if there's a landslide?"

"Dig in a different direction."

Chen Lang thought again, "What I mean is that the entire mine cave collapsed and buried everyone."

The miners looked at him and thought that what he said was really unlucky. What could they do? They could just find someone else to dig again. Their lives were worthless, and the mountain owner would not come over to cry.

So he went back to mining.

Chen Lang stopped and continued to think about this important issue.

"How can we dig a mine to prevent it from collapsing?"

He patted the surrounding soil and rocks and found it very difficult. The mine was too large and interconnected. Even if it collapsed, they could dig it out quickly. After all, the monks' physical strength was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

If I had studied geology, it might be of some use.

At this moment, he suddenly heard screams and the cracking of whips from the main mine tunnel. "You're digging so slowly and you're still lazy. I'll let you be lazy!"

He walked out and saw an overseer wielding a whip and beating a miner from behind, cursing as he did so:

"You've parked the car upside down, did you know that?"

The man curled up on the ground and screamed, "Brother Ming, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, now turn over."

"What did you do wrong? Weren't you quite arrogant before?" The supervisor rolled up his sleeves, revealing some whip wounds on them. They had healed, but there were still scars. He was very tall and thin, a skinny guy.

The person who was beaten was plump and white, and looked well-maintained.

The miner said, "I will fill up this truck today and deliver the goods to you later!"

The supervisor continued to curse and slap him, "You should have done that, but you still won't admit your mistake. Are you that stubborn?"

The miners from several surrounding mines came out and stood at the door, watching as if nothing had happened, some even in high spirits.

The regulators didn't care what they were watching, they played very hard and looked very happy.

Chen Lang waited for the miners next door to come out to unload the goods, and then asked, "Isn't it time to get off work and deliver the goods yet?"

The person next door whispered, "They are seeking revenge. The previous one was the supervisor, but he was recently removed from his position, and this guy has finally risen to the top."

He explained in a low voice that the old supervisor used to like beating people, and they, the miners, had suffered a lot, and now it was a relief to watch it.

At the same time, he also showed envy. What ideals did the miners have? It was nothing more than being like him, not having to work after getting through, and being able to whip anyone who displeased him.

Chen Lang suddenly realized that it was no wonder that the car was hit even when the front of the car was placed upside down. This was not a strange thing about the rules.

"Everyone get to work! What are you looking at?" The new supervisor was tired and shouted at everyone, and they went back to mining.

The beaten miner looked at the supervisor with resentment, got up and prepared to go back.

"And you, you're new here, right? The rules are the same, deliver a truckload of goods every three days. What are you standing here for if you don't work?" The new supervisor pointed at Chen Lang and asked.

Chen Lang thought for a moment, and then he stepped forward to stop the beaten miner, "Let me do it."

Under the astonished gaze of the miners, Chen Lang pulled most of the truckload of spirit stone ore to his own Mine Cave No. 214. With a loud bang, he poured all the ore back into his truck, and then sent the empty truck back.

"You kid, you don't work hard and you steal my raw ore." Chen Lang accused.

The miners were all stunned. Who is this? How dare you bully me?

"Hey, you turned out to have stolen this stuff." The supervisor was amused and picked up the whip again to continue beating the miner.

"No, that's mine!" the miner shouted angrily, but the supervisor didn't listen and continued to beat him.

This confused the other miners. Is it possible to play like this?

Looking at Chen Lang's half bucket of raw ore, they couldn't help but envy him. The newcomer's brain was very useful, unlike the old hands like them, whose brains were thrown into the ore cart and pulled out.

With so much goods, we should have at least three or two days to catch our breath.

Just as Chen Lang was about to go back, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the miner crawling to the wall while being beaten. He screamed and reached into a pile of rubble, revealing a snow-white bone.

The bones were ordinary, but there was a drop of blood on them, which was dark black. His whole body was pressed on the pile of earth, and these small movements were not noticed by the supervisor.

Chen Lang narrowed his eyes slightly. Just by looking at the drop of blood, he felt a stinging pain in his eyes and a trembling from the bottom of his soul.

Suddenly, the miner stood up abruptly, his wailing and pain disappeared, replaced by despair and madness.

"I'll fight you!"

The miner pulled out the bone and stabbed the supervisor with the end of the bone spur stained with blood. He actually had the seventh level of Qi Refining and now he was bursting out with unstoppable force.

Fortunately, Chen Lang was prepared and had already secretly accumulated strength because he thought the enemy was coming to kill him.

But he still made a move, punching the miner on the knee. The miner's body tilted and the bone dagger deflected.

The supervisor just reacted and dodged with a scream. When he saw the bloody bones, his eyes turned red.

"You dare to sneak attack me?"

He dropped the whip and punched the miner in the chest. He knocked him to the ground with three punches and two kicks, breaking his limbs. He then hit him on the head until his brain burst.

The miners started screaming and covering their faces, but gradually they stopped.

The noise alarmed the two supervisors outside. They came in and asked coldly, "What's wrong?"

The supervisor said coldly, "He tried to assassinate me and obstructed public service. I killed him. They all saw it."

The miners nodded to indicate that this was indeed the case.

"Got it. Don't kill people casually. The deadline is approaching and we don't have enough manpower." The two supervisors carried the bodies of the miners away, and normal order was restored here.

"Thank you, little brother. What's your name?" the supervisor asked as he picked up the whip.

"Chen Lang."

The supervisor nodded, "Don't worry, we have an old grudge, I'm not a cruel person like him, I don't have too many requirements, just do your job well."

He spoke loudly, and was also telling the others that they all came from below, and he didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

“Stop watching and get back to work. If we don’t meet the performance target on time, we’ll all be doomed.” The supervisor shouted loudly in the main mine tunnel.

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(End of this chapter)