Chapter 49 Deep into the Tiger's Den

If Nancy takes off all her clothes, Bainiao Chong will not be nervous. It is precisely because she only has a corset and trousers left all over her body, which are hazy and covered up. That kind of flirting and teasing is the strongest. Naturally, his nervousness is inevitable. Nancy ignored any feelings of the birds rushing at this time, tied her exaggerated chest with a cloth belt, and then put on a miner's clothes.

Bainiao Chong couldn't keep paying attention to the whole process. Just as Nancy tied her own chest, he turned around uncomfortablely. Don't look at it if it's not polite.

"Okay, stinky master, don't pretend to be serious. I've already changed it." Nancy's voice came.

Hundreds of birds rushed back to their heads and looked carefully at Nancy, who was a female companion in the men's clothes, but frowned again, "Have you ever seen a miner with three knives? You still carry three knives with you. It's better to tell them directly.

Nancy looked at the three knives around her waist and said seriously, "Unless I die, my knife will not leave my body, and my hand will never be a foot away from the handle."

What is this? It's a big one. Is it the life motto of a milk knife? Or is it her unique personality? Looking at Nancy's unyielding look, hundreds of birds smiled bitterly and said, "Unless you are dead? You are dead at all. Have you forgotten this? You are the living dead. You can't survive without me. If you are still so stubborn, you can leave. I don't need a ghost slave like you.

There is a limit to patience. Such a good-tempered master as Bai Niaochong is actually not seen for a long time. He doesn't mind Nancy calling him a stinky master. He can accept it if he pulls out his knife to attack him, but if he wants to break his business and interfere with his actions, he will not accept it.

Once the living dead are accepted by the ghost refiner and become the ghost slave of the qualified ghost refiner, this relationship cannot be changed forever. Without this ghost refiner, the living dead ghost slave cannot survive, because the spirit of death cannot be absorbed from the ghost refiner, and the ghost refining seal on the living dead ghost slave will slowly wither and collapse. Rotten, when it is completely rotten, the living dead and ghost slaves will come to an end.

"You..." Even when she cut him with a knife, she didn't see him so angry and so strict. At this time, she treated her like this because of the hidden problem of three knives. Nancy was very wronged, but she didn't dare to hit Bai Niao Chong again. She had to bow her head and look at Bai Niao Chong with resentful eyes.

"You have two choices now. The first is to hide these three knives, and we will come back to get them when we are done. The second choice is that you can leave alone without listening to me, and you don't have to call me master anymore. Bai Niao Chong said.

"Okay... I'll hide the knife!" Nancy made a wronged choice.

Hundreds of birds smiled and said, "That's good. Wouldn't it be better to do this earlier?"

"Good, you stinky and cold man! In the next duel, I will definitely fight you all over the ground looking for teeth!"

Bai Niao Chong's smile suddenly froze on his face. Just now, he felt that he had made a good start in domesticating Nancy and opened a door. Now it seems that his feeling is obviously wrong.

Whether Nancy is willing or not, she still hides the moon, flame and autumn wind, which have never left her body, in the soil. Bai Niaochong also hid the tooth ghost blade given by Nan Zhengnan in the soil. After doing all this, he came out of the woods with hidden knives.

The miners of the Ling family have unified clothing, which also gives Bai Niao Chong and Nancy a convenience for sneaking in. The two walked from the path to the tunnel. Yan Gui hid early in the money to buy his life because he was worried that there would be stronger ghost refiners.

Along the way, I also met several domestic slave guards, but no one came to ask Bai Niao Chong and Nancy, and they came to the entrance of the tunnel smoothly. Hundreds of birds took a big hammer and a shovel from the tool rack of the tunnel, and then went into the tunnel with Nancy.

The tunnel is not as dark and humid as imagined, but very dry. The tunnel is very wide, one foot high and one foot wide. Even if you ride a horse inside, you won't hit your head.

Every five feet in the tunnel, there is an Ling family slave guard with armor and a knife standing, not squinning and waiting. Bai Niaochong and Nancy lowered their heads and went straight to the end of the tunnel. No one from the zero family came to ask them all the way.

Not long after walking, the tunnel in front of us suddenly opened up, and the traces of man-made chiseling disappeared. In front of him was a huge natural cave. The dome of the cave and the four walls are burning with pine oil fire basins, and the jumping flames illuminate the space in the depths of the mountain.

Looking down, it is clear that hundreds of miners are busy, driving tunnels to the opposite mountain wall. The sound of hammers and chislings did not stop for a moment. The iron wheel trolley constantly shuttles through the chisel points and tunnels, transporting the excrused dirt and rock fragments. In the workplace, there are all the domestic slaves with leather whips shouting the lazy and slow miners everywhere. There are also Lingjia slave guards with armor and knives. Their duties are different. They are to suppress disgruntled miners or remove uninvited guests.

Looking at the tunnel being chiseled, Bai Niao Chong suddenly sounded two miners who were caught by Nancy to ask questions. One miner said that the tunnel had been 370 feet deep, but on the way here, he maintained a symmetrical step and measured it step by step. Here, it was only two hundred feet deep.

The natural cave in front of us is obviously no longer being manually chiseled. So, isn't the tunnel being chiseled also close to a depth of two hundred feet?

"370 feet underground, this is a very deep depth. If there is a spiritual spring, what depth will it be? Four hundred feet or five hundred feet? It is certain that Yuanbatian asked the Ling family to operate the tunnel. The Ling family went out and worked so hard. There must be a certain degree of confidence. Otherwise, how could there be such a big battle? Damn, although I'm from the Shin Protoss, I don't know anything about the Holy Land..." Bai Niaochong's heart is full of thoughts. On the one hand, he guessed that Yuan Batian must have got some clues, and he is sure that he will work so much. On the other hand, he is worried about the Holy Land. If it goes on like this, Yuan Batian will definitely get it. What he imagined, but that was the result that he was very reluctant to see.

"Someone is coming." Nancy did not observe the tunnel like Bai Niao Chong, but she monitored the situation around her, and the two had their own division of labor.

The footsteps immediately came, but it was a group of Ling family slaves and a handsome young man. The young man's brocade clothes were gorgeous, with a gorgeous sword inlaid with gems around his waist, and there was an obvious arrogance between his eyebrows. With all these things, it is not difficult to see his special superior identity.

Hundreds of birds moved in their hearts, pulled Nancy and quickly walked to the bottom of the cave.

"Who is that arrogant guy?" Nancy whispered.

"That's Ling Ruijie, the eldest son of the Ling family in Sanshui Town. I have seen him twice when I followed the old patriarch to sell hunting goods in Shanshui Town. He is a Tianwu. Now it seems that his innate power cultivation has reached the realm of heaven and man." Bai Niaochong buried his head in walking while telling Nancy something about Ling Ruijie.

"The prince of the Ling family is the person who manages here. Grab him and ask, don't you know the situation of Lingquan?" Nancy said.

"Big-breasted and brainless guy, shut your mouth and don't talk." Bainiao shouted angrily. If that was also a way, even if he and Nancy joined hands, they would only die here.

There were many people in the mountain cave. Hundreds of birds pulled Nancy to stop in a group of miners loaded with iron wheels, pretending to load stones and soil into the iron wheels. Before the two had filled an iron wheeled car, Ling Ruijie came over under the crowd of a group of slaves.

"Why is it so slow?" Ling Ruijie said dissatisfiedly, "When will these miners work slowly to open the remaining fifty feet?"

"My son, it's almost time. According to the current progress, it will be opened in a month." A domestic slave said carefully.

"From today on, do one more hour of work every day." Ling Ruijie said, "The marshal can't wait. If it is delayed again, we will all have enough to go."

"Yes, prince, the little one will do it right away." The domestic slave who said the words left the team to find someone to send a message.

Ling Ruijie took a group of slaves into the tunnel. From beginning to end, he did not see Bai Niao Chong and Nancy. He has always been looking at those bitter miners.

Ling Ruijie and a group of slaves of the Ling family left, and the miners around Bai Niao Chong talked about it.

"Now we have to work six hours a day. If we add another hour, we only have five hours left to eat and sleep. Do we still need to live?" An old miner said angrily.

"Yes, when you do such a heavy job, you eat pig food, and your physical strength can't be supplemented at all. If we work longer, we will die here." A young miner echoed.

"In a low voice, it was heard by the domestic slave supervisor of the Ling family. It's a small matter to eat leather whips, and it's also a common thing to pull it directly to ten thousand people and bury it..." A miner reminded nervously.

A lamenting sound, the miner mentioned the "ten thousand pits", and the miners who were still talking aggressively suddenly vented and dispersed their heads and did their own work.

"Ten thousand people's pit?" Bai Niaochong was furious in his heart and said secretly, "It seems that the Ling family did not simply contract the project to open the tunnel, and the Ling family's hands are still stained with clean blood."

After a short pause, a scolding voice suddenly came, "Bastard! What are you doing standing there? Hurry up and work!"

Hundreds of birds rushed in the direction of the sound of shouting and scolding, but saw that a rich slave of the Ling family was holding a whip and staring at him angrily. Just as he looked at the guy, the guy seemed to feel that his majesty had been provoked, and he raised his hand with a whip.

Bai Niao Chong could have easily avoided this whip, but he did not move and let the whip of the Ling family's rich man touch his shoulder.

With a crisp sound, the clothes cracked, a few scarlet blood splashed up, and a blood-colored flower suddenly bloomed on the shoulders of Bai Niao Chong.