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Chapter 44 A Drop of Black Blood
Chen Lang was temporarily released, and the new supervisor allowed him not to go down to the mine recently in recognition of his life-saving grace.

"My name is Shi Ming, and I'm from Muzhou. Where are you from?" asked the new supervisor.

"Chen Lang, Qingzhou City."

"Qingzhou? That's a good place. There aren't many Taoist priests around." Shi Ming recalled, his eyes becoming clear. "I went there once when I was young."

Chen Lang shook his head. "There are quite a few alchemists there, and a group of them came here to rob recently."

"One wave?"

Shi Ming shook his head. "Brother Chen, that's already considered happiness. The entire city near me has been sacrificed. It's deserted during the day, and the ground is covered with blood and bones. There's not a single living person. Only at night when it's quiet can you hear someone crying in the cellar."

"Sacrificial flag?" Chen Lang was surprised. "You also have the Ten Thousand Souls Banner?"

"That's for sure."

Shi Ming smiled bitterly and said, "I heard that the goddess of Pingtian Sect is refining magic weapons and has arranged many people and horses and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to harvest souls everywhere. I am close to their lair, so it is particularly dangerous.

The Tianjian Sect and several other sects once joined forces to encircle and suppress us, but they all failed, so many of our people escaped."

He simply stated that the reason he came here was because he forged documents from the Tianjian Sect in an attempt to sneak in and become an outer disciple, but then he was caught.

Now he has entered the Tianjian Sect, but his identity is a mining slave.

"Refine a magic weapon?" Chen Lang fell into deep thought. Even the Tianjian Sect could not be wiped out. This Pingtian Sect was a bit scary.

When I first saw the person carrying the flag, I estimated that he was also the Qingzhou City branch of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

"Now that you are a supervisor, is there any way to get out?" Chen Lang asked.

As he explored this place, he had a brilliant idea. If all went well, he would be able to finish the mine and complete the system task.

It is not realistic to dig a mine in the tower. If he uses violence, he will need to reach the foundation-building stage or above, and he cannot wait.

"No one can get out."

Shi Ming said: "It's not easy to be a supervisor. I am responsible for the performance of a large mine. If I fail to meet the requirements, I will be removed and a new person will be appointed.

So I have to supervise them and make them work hard, but forget about going out.”

The benefits are obvious. He doesn't have to do any work himself, he just has to swing the whip.

However, he added: "I can communicate with the outside world. This is the rule of the mine."

Communicate with the outside world? That's fine too.

Chen Lang said, "I want to contact someone outside, can you help me?"

"You saved my life, so feel free to tell me about this little thing."

"Okay, I'll write a letter later and you can help me mail it to the Tianjian Sect."

After some greetings, Chen Lang took out the thorny bone, which had a drop of blood on it, which was thrilling.

Several cracks were corroded where the blood had dripped, and his skin had cracked when he had touched it with his hands before.

Seeing that this thing was extraordinary, he took it away.

"What kind of blood is this?" Chen Lang asked.

"Not sure, it should be from some ancient immortal being."

Chen Lang was speechless, "Is this true or false?"

You are more boastful than me, always talking about immortality.

Shi Ming, however, didn't care. "The formation of a mine is probably related to the ancient immortals. This is an ancient battlefield, so it's normal to have some relics of ancient great men."

Chen Lang was slightly stunned, staring at the drop of blood for a long time, "Then can this thing be eaten?"

"Do u wanna die?"

Shi Ming was speechless. "This thing is so evil that it can only be transported to the Spirit Gathering Array to be used as a spirit stone. Those who have practiced physical training and have established their foundation dare not touch it. If you dare to eat it, you will probably die suddenly."

Only 80%?
Chen Lang asked, "What if he doesn't die?"

"Are you serious?" Shi Ming thought for a moment, "I heard that there was an alchemist who ate ancient debris and didn't die, but he mutated and became very strong, but not long after that he died of illness." "Are you sure you want to eat it? I see that your cultivation is good. Even if you want to get out, you don't have to work so hard. You can slowly improve your cultivation and become a supervisory gangster, which will be much easier."

Chen Lang hesitated for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses and wanted to slap himself in the face.

What are you thinking?

If there is an 80% chance of death, then there is still a 20% chance of success, right? There are precedents of success.

What's the difference between a 20% chance of success and giving it away for free?

Currently I have a Nine Revolutions Pill and a Resurrection Scroll. At worst, I can die and start over.

With consent, Chen Lang brought the bloody bones back to the cave. The skinny monkeys had helped him to break into two rooms, covered them with thatch, and even sent him a few tattered blankets, making it quite a mansion.

It turns out that it is easier to get things done with fists. It would be great if I could use my fists to mow down enemies in every mission.

But that is obviously impossible, and we still have to keep a low profile when necessary.

After returning, Chen Lang first found some paper from a skinny guy, then borrowed a pen from Shi Ming, thought for a moment, and began to write:
[Qingchan, I'm living well here, you don't have to worry]

"Fuck, this is so corny." Chen Lang thought, but there was nothing he could do now. He was the one asking others to do something, and it was a very important matter.

He could use the earth escape talisman to get out, but the problem was that he couldn't go to the Tianjian Sect, and he would be punished if he was discovered.

"She should help me, right? Right?" Chen Lang recalled and felt that their relationship was actually quite good. They had everything except love, love, hate, and everything else, and they had been through ups and downs together.

He then continued:

[When I was near the waterfall of Tianchi, I saw an egg. It was the magic bird that I raised myself. Go and see if it is still there. If it is, see if you can think of a way to transport it here. I really need it now.

In addition, it is best not to let other people see this, it is best to transport it secretly.

I love you, Chen Lang, muah. 】

After thinking it over, he crossed out the last sentence. It would be better to be serious. If he annoyed others and they didn't help him, he would have to slowly find a way to get through it.

After writing, he rolled up the letter, asked Shi Ming for an address, and mailed it to the Tianjian Sect.

……

Soon it was evening and the other miners returned.

A group of skinny monkeys came in, ate, and went back to sleep early. They were all very tired and soon began to snore. It was different here from outside. Being lazy could be fatal.

Chen Lang now has a large room of more than 20 square meters, so he is not afraid of being disturbed.

Time to start.

Chen Lang took out the bone and carefully scraped off the black blood and bone fragments with a piece of broken iron and placed them in a bowl.

A small amount of blood-stained debris fell on his skin, making a hissing sound and causing his skin to crack. A bloody mist emerged, and through the mist he could faintly hear a shrill roar. Amidst the bloody light, a bright knife light pierced through the sky and slashed towards him.

puff.

Blood instantly oozes from the corners of his mouth, his spiritual energy boils, and blood appears in his eyes.

"What a powerful thing." He immediately cleaned off the debris on his skin and took a long time to calm down.

Just touching the skin is so terrifying. If it had stabbed Shi Ming, he would have been absolutely dead.

About a quarter of an hour later, Chen Lang opened his eyes, wiped off the blood, and thought about whether he should take the Nine Revolutions Pill before or after the meal. He only had the last pill left.

If I take it before meals, I'm afraid it won't be effective. If I take it after meals, I'm afraid it will kill him instantly, and that would be a waste of my life.

Those who often play games know that resurrection coins are much more valuable than recovery pills. Besides, he has never died, so he doesn't know whether the resurrection scroll will work. How can he use the resurrection scroll if he is dead?
"Forget it, let's mix them together and eat them." He finally made the decision.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside, coming towards him.

"Who?" Chen Lang looked up.

……

(End of this chapter)