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"That's just taking some casual jobs and waiting for notification from the mine."

"Everyone, have you ever seen a train leaving here?"

As soon as the adjutant's question came out, the expression of the person who lowered his head to eat changed.

"What's in the train..."

The leading young man immediately interrupted the adjutant, put down his chopsticks, and said in a bad tone: "We are rough people in the village and have never seen any trains."

[Good guy, he is really a rough, rude and barbaric person. No, they are just beasts inferior to pigs and dogs! I'm so sorry that I insulted the beasts for them. 】

Zhang Qishan still doesn't understand why Niao Niao hates this group of people so much. But every time I think about this incident in the future, I regret not scolding him a few times.

There were only four people left in the courtyard. Master Ba bent down and approached Zhang Qishan and asked hesitantly: "Lord Buddha, look at this..."

"There must be something wrong with them. Don't sleep too hard when you sleep."

【Then I’m not finished! Whose way of repairing the body is sleeping, which is a waste of time. 】

When she saw Datongpu, Niao Niao collapsed. She hugged the cloth bag tightly in her arms and considered whether to go into the space to rest.

"Come and lie here." Zhang Qishan spread his leather coat on the mat and used his body to separate the bunk next to him.

[I declare that if he dies in a foreign country in the future, I will definitely collect his body for him. 】

For some reason, when the adjutant walked past him, he bumped her shoulder on purpose and glared at her.

【There is something wrong! If you want to be near Buddha, just say so. Even if you beg me, I won’t agree. 】

"Buddha is so considerate, show me your heart." He made a heart-to-heart gesture with his funny hands, and quickly climbed onto the bed.

It's really a death to curl up in sleep. The snoring sounds come and go in the room, like a 3D surround, and the magic sound surrounds the ears.

But she rested her head firmly on Buddha's shoulder, not affected at all.

Zhang Qishan waved his hand in front of her eyes. Seeing that she didn't respond, he quietly pulled out the cloth bag from her arms.

I opened the cloth bag and saw that it was empty, with nothing inside. How did she take out so many things?

He carefully put the cloth bag back into her arms, stared at her for a while, and then slowly closed his eyes.

The hazy moonlight faded little by little. Although the sky was bright, the outside was obscured by heavy fog.

When the person on the bed moved, Zhang Qishan's brows trembled, then calmed down again.

When others walked away, he kicked Qi Baye, who was sleeping beside him, and walked out carrying Niao Niao in his sleep.

After being awakened, Mr. Ba climbed up from the bed. When he saw his eyes still closed, he lowered his voice and roared in disbelief: "Lord Buddha, in my heart, you are not a sexy person."

Zhang Qishan handed the cup he was holding to the adjutant, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, and placed it on the tip of his nose.

The pungent smell penetrated from his nostrils straight into his lungs. He couldn't help but bend down and wanted to cough, but Zhang Qishan covered his mouth with his hand.

The itching pain in my throat filled my chest, turning into saline water and flowing out of my eyes.

【Zhang Qishan! Let me go! I'll tell you when you're done! When you die in a foreign country, I will step forward and kick you! 】

"Follow me." Zhang Qishan ignored the roar in her heart, waved his hand and cautiously followed the three figures in front of him.

Follow them, and the further you go, the thicker the fog becomes. Until the foot of the mountain, the fog can barely make out the figures in front.

"Protect the Eighth Master...and her." Zhang Qishan ordered and rushed into the fog alone.

Although it was heavy fog, Nia Niao could see very clearly. She felt for the gun on the adjutant's waist, took it off and held it in her hand.

An iron rod came from the white mist. He raised his hand and fired a shot in that direction.

In the white mist, the black figure groaned, covering his mouth tightly and trying not to make any more noise.

Zhang Qishan ducked sideways to avoid the iron rod, and nimbly slid to his knees next to the attacking figure.

A horizontal kick, then a neat step on the person under his feet, spinning in the air, kicking away the sneak attack behind him, and landing firmly on the ground.

The whole set of movements was smooth and flowing, and in the smoke, he was like a ghost, making it difficult for his opponents to figure out.

Along with several screams, the smoke gradually faded away.

[This fog cannot be operated by humans. There is a switch, right? Buddha is so handsome! But it’s only one-tenth of what I was at my peak. 】

Niao Niao threw the gun in his hand to the adjutant and walked to Zhang Qishan. He looked at the young Nau Nau and nodded appreciatively.

The fog is so thick, it is quite possible to accurately hit the person hiding.

"Tell me, who are you?" The adjutant held a gun and glared at the three people holding their heads.

"Villagers..."

"You are indeed hiding well, but ordinary villagers don't put their shoes neatly while sleeping."

[No, no one can judge? According to the general routine, there must be poison behind their teeth, which can be broken by one bite. 】

The adjutant put away his gun nervously, knelt down and pried their mouths open. But it was already too late. Seeing the few people who were not breathing, the adjutant punched the ground in frustration.

[I’ve only heard that villains die from talking too much, but I didn’t expect it to apply to the protagonist as well. Who said that Buddha is cruel? Compared with Zhu Yiwei, this is heaven. 】

"Shut up." The adjutant looked up at Nia Niao, his voice full of anger.

"What are you yelling at? What did I say? The auditory hallucination is a disease that needs to be treated." After finishing speaking, Niao Nau shrank behind Zhang Qishan and looked at the adjutant provocatively.

[Adjutant, I remember you. Dare to yell at me, congratulations on entering Niao Niao's Little Book of Grudges. 】

"Lord Buddha, why don't you give me a try?" Master Ba took out a compass and came to Zhang Qishan's side confidently.

[The compass is iron, right? I'm afraid it will be affected by the magnetic field here. 】

The adjutant stood up from the ground angrily, how could she know everything.

"Something must have affected the compass. Let's go over there and have a look."

"Buddha is wise!" Mr. Ba gave a thumbs up to Mr. Buddha.

"Eighth Master should be familiar with Ma Xiang, right?" Niao Niao poked the compass in his hand and followed Zhang Qishan with his hands behind his back.

"Adjutant, is she scolding me?" Mr. Ba was unhappy and walked over quickly and said, "Niao Niao, what do you know? I call this appropriate encouragement."

"The track here is probably made of iron dug out of the mine, and it has some magnetism." The adjutant took a magnet and squatted next to the track.

"No wonder my compass is malfunctioning." Master Ba didn't care about playing around with Niao Niao and carefully observed the terrain around him.

"If my guess is correct, there should be an ancient tomb down here."

[No wonder the Eighth Master was able to enter the Nine Gates. His eyesight is unmatched by ordinary people. I just don’t know if he can help me figure out when I can go home. 】

"Master Ba, please take some time and tell me your fortune." Niao rubbed his fingers and stared at the patterns on his toes.

"Okay. Come to Ba Ye's house and I'll do the math for you." Ba Ye agreed. He was still very curious about Niao Niao.

If Master Ba had known that the hexagram he calculated failed to produce a result and almost cost him his life, I wonder if he would have agreed so readily.

But these are all things for later. At this time, the two of them had a good impression of each other because of this matter.

After walking along the track for a long time, I still didn't see the so-called mine.