Pawnshop Xiao Er wants to become immortal

Chapter 49
"Scar, what is Cave No. [-], and what's the danger in looking for ore veins there?"

Dialect who was walking on the road saw Scar's anxious face, so he couldn't help asking.

"Boss Fang, there is a rich ore vein in Cave No. [-]. It used to be one of the pits where ore was produced in the ghost cave. No one has been mining there since a few months ago."

"Why? Is there no more ore?"

"No, because there is a strange kind of numbness in the depths of the mine. It will paralyze people after being stabbed. If it is a small amount, there is no problem. After being stabbed a few times, the whole body will be paralyzed. Even if you recover, you will be disabled. Li That's where the old crutches became crippled. This is not the most serious thing, besides the weeds, there are also many ants, not ordinary ants, but carnivorous ants. After people are paralyzed, they move slowly and will be Ants besiege, swarms of ants pounce on the body, and it won’t take long for a living person to be devoured, leaving no bones left.”

"What? Is there such a thing?"

"Yes, I don't know how many people died at that time. Later, no one in the entire ghost cave went there to mine. I don't know why they were sent to explore the mines this time. Have all the nearby mines been dug up?"

Talking in their mouths, the two of them were not slow on their feet, and soon a tunnel slanting downward appeared in front of them.

"Is this the eighth hole?"

"Yes, Boss Fang, you wait outside, I'll go in and look for Beard and the others."

Dialect didn't agree, and although he didn't take it seriously for Scar's concern for him, he still felt very much in his heart. Dialect could feel that Scar really cared about his safety.

Following Dao Scar and walking down for a few miles, the dialect suddenly stopped, and he pointed to a dark green grass on the ground and asked Dao Scar: "Dao Scar, is this the hemp grass you are talking about?"

Dao Scar approached him, took a closer look and said, "Yes, it's this kind of grass. Boss Fang, be careful. There's no problem with one or two plants, but there are patches and patches down there. I don't know how many there are."

"Pieces into pieces?" Dialect's eyes lit up. What kind of hemp grass is this? It is clearly coated with second-level spiritual grass, which is the main material for refining Qingxin Pill. Although I can't make alchemy now, it will always be useful to collect by the time.

Seeing that the dialect gathered the hemp grass from the ground, Dao Scar was a little puzzled: "Boss Fang, this Chinese grass is not edible at all, and it is useless."

"Scar, this is a good thing. Let's go down quickly, I want as many of these spirit herbs as I have."

"Earth coating?" Although Dao Scar didn't know why the dialect used these hemp herbs, but the appearance of the dialect should be of great use, but he didn't know that's all, so he didn't say any more, and continued to walk towards the depths of the mine.

With the continuous deepening, more and more ground coatings, the dialect is naturally very satisfied, and takes everything he sees into his pocket, but the scar is getting more and more anxious, and he has gone deep for several miles, but he still hasn't found Huzi and others. However, Scar can be sure that Beard and the others must be inside, because he just found the half of the pickaxe handle on the ground, which belongs to Beard.

There were three forked roads in front of him, and Scar didn't know which one to go in was the right one. Seeing this, Dialect patted Scar on the shoulder: "Don't worry, Scar, since you call me boss, I'll let you know See the skills of the boss."

Scar saw several bee beasts buzzing and flying into several fork roads. He only knew that these bee beasts were raised by dialect, but he didn't know that dialect could command them like this. He saw a few bee beasts flying in , Scar felt a little relieved.

"Scar, stay here for a while. If you wait for the Bee Beast to get news before going in, otherwise it will take a lot of time if you go the wrong way."

Although Dao Scar was in a hurry, he also knew that what Dialect said was correct. Seeing that Dialect was still collecting ground coatings on the ground, Dao Scar also came to help.

"Scar, there are people in the fork on the left."

After a quarter of an hour, Dialect raised his head and said to Scar.

"En..." Scar didn't see the Bee Beast coming back, but now he is very convinced of the dialect, and when he heard the dialect's words, he went into the mine on the left without any hesitation.

Sure enough, after advancing several hundred meters, Fang Yan and Dao Scar heard the shouting in front of them.

"Brother Tiezi, you must persevere, we will definitely take you out."

At the same time, the sound of hammering against the stone wall can be heard.

When Dao Scar heard this voice, he was startled: "It's Xiao Liu's voice."

Walking a few steps, after turning a corner, Dao Scar and Dialect saw the four people in front of him, they were the Hu Zi and others that Dao Scar was looking for, surrounded by a group of ants, there were thousands of them, secretly It was red, like a sea of ​​blood.

I saw four people leaning against this small hollow, two of them guarding a person lying down, and one person at the entrance of the cave waved an iron pick up and down, slapping the rushing ants, and the ants were not ordinary. The ants are all the size of a thumb, and they are first-order monster army ants. No wonder people here can't deal with them. When the dialect came, they thought that if they were ordinary ants, lighting a torch would be enough to isolate them. It is not enough to give up a mine for the sake of ants, and so many people died.

"Beard, here I come."

"It's Boss Ba, it's Brother Pu, Brother Pu is back."

Hearing Scar's voice, the voice that shouted just now sounded again.

"Boss Ba, don't come here, it's dangerous here." It was the man wielding the pickaxe at the entrance of the cave who spoke, that is, the beard in Scar's mouth.

Scar didn't care about this, he was about to rush over, but found that his body could not move, as if being clamped by a pair of iron pliers, turned his head and found that it was dialect with a hand on his shoulder : "Boss Fang, what do you mean by that?"

Thinking that the dialect is going to stop him from saving his brother, Dao Scar's tone is a bit unfriendly. Although he respects the dialect, after all, he has only spent a short time with the dialect, and he is far from having deep feelings with Beard and the others. If the dialect prevents him from saving others, even if he turns his face not give a damn about.

The dialect understood what Scar was thinking, and knew that Scar wanted to save people, but he still didn't let go, but said: "Scar, don't listen to me, this is not an ordinary ant, you can't resist it for long in the past, you want to solve it They can only use spells, fire spells."

Hearing the words in dialect, Dao Scar also knew that he was wrong, and suddenly felt embarrassed: "Boss Fang, me."

"Don't dawdle, hurry up and try your fireball technique first, if it doesn't work, I'll teach you something else when I come back."

"it is good."

Fang Yan let go of his hand, Scar stopped rushing forward, raised his hand to run mana silently, and with a whoosh, a fireball flew out, enveloping several army ants, and heard a few crackling sounds, Scar was excited , After seeing the fireball go out suddenly, those army ants did not die, but their bodies were burnt black.Scar was a little unbelieving, and continued to cast several fireballs out, but still failed to kill an army ant. Seeing that his spell didn't work, Scar wanted to rush to fight melee again.

"Scar, come back."

The dialect voice came to his ear, and Dao Scar remembered that Boss Fang had just explained that his spells might not work, and he also said that he had to teach himself something else.

Scar turned around: "Boss Fang, is it too late to learn now? If not, I won't learn. We will die together if we die."

Hearing what Dao Scar said inadvertently, Dialect couldn't help being a little moved. To have such a brother, no one should be satisfied.

"Scar, don't worry, your spells are not good because your cultivation time is too short and your cultivation level is not enough. Come and hold this sword and these spiritual energy pills. This is the magic trick. Remember, transforming into a fire bird."

It turned out that Fang Yan handed his green fire bird to Scar. Although there was no sacrificial training, the power of using it would be greatly reduced, but it was enough for a first-order monster. Fang Yan was worried that Scar's mana would not last long. That's why I didn't give it to him at the beginning, and now I can only do so.

The army ants over there have already discovered the dialects and scars here, and some of them began to rush to this side. Looking at the densely packed army ants dialects, their scalps are a little numb. Although they are first-level monsters, if they are surrounded Even a dialect that has not been imprisoned and cultivated can hardly escape without relying on magic weapons.

"Go quickly."

Scar silently thought about the hand formula twice in his heart, raised the blue fire bird, and stretched it forward twice, who knows that the fire bird did not transform, and Scar's hand formula was wrong.

A few army ants had come close, and they were about to pounce on him. Scar was even more nervous. He didn't know whether to give up the spell and use force to solve it, or insist on casting the hand formula.

(End of this chapter)