Surprise! The popular villain is actually Long Aotian's wife

The skinny and dark kid had finished emptying his basket of slag and was helping a strong man behind him.

The two of them lifted a basket together and poured it into the black tripod.

The sturdy man wiped the sweat off his face and thanked the thin and dark child with grateful eyes.

The thin and dark child nodded sullenly, and when he saw the manager calling him, he immediately trotted over. He glanced at Qi Wu Yue and Xiao Lin, whose clothes were completely different from his, and subconsciously took a step back.

If you get too close to those noble-dressed monks, they will be dissatisfied and say that you are unlucky and that nothing good will come of it.

He stood aside, lowered his head, and waited in silence for the steward's instructions.

The monk in long robes glanced at the skinny boy and felt choked up when he saw his plain expression. It was as unlucky as if someone had died. He shook his sleeves and said lightly, "Heitu, how much slag did you mine today?"

The skinny kid Heitu said quietly, "Twenty-five baskets."

"We still have to keep working hard." The robed monk said as a spirit stone appeared between his fingers. It flew out, flew through the air, and rolled down to the ground at Heitu's feet.

Other cultivators could get a spirit stone by mining ten baskets, but he often had to do two or three times as much work.

Heitu bent down to pick up the spirit stone. His expression was calm, not like that of a child. His emotions were steady and he didn't feel angry at all because of the humiliation.

"Okay, get back to work. The more you work, the more you earn." The monk in the long robe waved his hand and spoke without sounding arrogant.

Heitu nodded and immediately turned and walked towards his empty basket. Just as he was about to enter the mine, he heard someone calling him.

"Heitu, come and help!"

It was a shirtless dredge worker who loosened the bamboo basket full of slag in his hand and waved to the black soil.

Heitu strode forward, lifted up a basket of slag that was much taller than himself, and poured it into the black cauldron. Everything he did seemed very natural.

"Remember this, pour twenty times for one spirit stone." said the shirtless porter.

Then he was about to leave, pulling the empty bamboo basket.

As expected, fools are easy to deceive.

Mining slag does not actually require much physical effort. The really difficult part is lifting the special bamboo basket weighing nearly two thousand kilograms.

A monk who came in at the same time as him said that there was a half-grown child here who was extremely strong, a freak, but not very smart.

He would help anyone who asked him to. If someone told him to pour slag into Lingshi, he would definitely not refuse.

As for whether to give it in the end, it is not up to them.

Besides, this freak is really stupid. He has been cheated so many times but still doesn't learn his lesson. Who can he blame?

Just as the shirtless mopper was thinking smugly.

"Oh!"

Like the sound of bones breaking.

A flash of blood splashed before my eyes.

His eyes widened, like a dead fish, and bloodshot quickly spread across his entire eye sockets.

There was a bang.

The tall body fell straight to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The dark and thin child turned around quickly, his face full of astonishment, his eyes as sharp as arrows, locking onto the culprit——

That gray light.

It flashed past and pierced through the shirtless dragger's head.

The speed is too fast and the breath is too hidden.

Even Xiao Lin didn't have any foreseeing it. He only saw a gray light suddenly shoot out from the gray-brown stone wall. As fast as lightning, it easily pierced through the shirtless mop worker's head and was eating his brains.

Everyone finally saw the gray light clearly.

However, it was about the size of an adult man's arm, with neatly arranged gray scales, a circle of fine scales on its neck, the edges of which were as sharp as blades, and a thin, pointed and long snout, as sharp as an iron thorn.

The shirtless mop worker had a bloody hole pierced through his temple by the beast's iron-thorn kiss, and bloody red blood and yellow-white brain matter gushed out.

The monster stuck out its long tongue and was enjoying its food nonchalantly.

"What is this?" Qi Wu Yue frowned and knocked on the counter.

It looks like a monster that is unique to the mine.

"Yes, it's a fourth-rank monster, the Gray-Scaled Pangolin." The robed monk who had been hiding under the counter in fear poked his head out when he heard the words, answered Qi Wu Yue's question, and then quickly shrank back again.

Qi Wu Yue smiled and encouraged, "It's only level 4, what are you afraid of? Come out and subdue it."

The monk in long robes has the fifth level of cultivation.

Hearing this, he shook his head frantically.

"You are joking. Monsters are stronger than cultivators. Not to mention that I am only one level behind it. I am no match for it at all."

"Although the gray-scaled pangolin is terrifying, due to its size, only two or three of them are killed at a time, and we let it eat its fill and then leave."

Here, the thin and dark kid pursed his lips, flew over, and punched down angrily.

"boom"

His strength was indeed impressive. The instant his fist landed, a two-foot-deep hole was created on the ground. His astonishing force was like a strong gale, and fine slag flew out.

The small gray-scaled pangolin was extremely fast. It was gnawing on the shirtless porter's brain the previous second, and was ejected the second the skinny boy's fist hit it.

It clings lightly to the stone wall, with its short and sturdy limbs and steel-like claws hooked into the stone, like a large gecko. Its gray and brown scales allow it to blend perfectly into the steep stone wall without being noticed.

The gray-scaled pangolin is a small monster that usually feeds on swallowing stones, but the brains of human monks are more attractive to it.

They usually live in minerals and hide in the cracks of rocks. Their scent, which is so faint that it is almost imperceptible, can help them succeed in their attack.

Most of the porters in the mine have mediocre cultivation levels, with level three being the limit. When they encounter level four monsters, they are frightened out of their wits and dare not resist at all. They can only abandon their companions and run for their lives.

The gray-scaled pangolin is also happy to hunt one or two monks from time to time and eat their delicious and spiritual brains. It treats the miners in the mines like pigs and sheep in its own backyard.

The mine management office doesn't care about the life or death of the mining monks. There are plenty of monks in Blackrock City who can work for them anyway.

The highest-ranking person here is a deacon, a monk in a long robe. Although he has reached the fifth level of cultivation, he is afraid of death. Every time he shrinks back, praying that the monster will eat people and leave quickly so that he will no longer be frightened.

So the gray-scaled pangolin gnawed the monk's brain slowly and leisurely, without any panic at all.

As a result, for the first time, I encountered a child who dared to take the initiative to touch it.

The gray-scaled pangolin quickly abandoned its food and moved away.

Although it was fast enough, it was still hit by this punch without any preparation, and several scales on the edge of its abdomen broke off.

It retreated back to the stone wall, looking down from a high position, with its front body raised. A cold and poisonous light flashed in its small eyes on both sides. It opened its mouth, revealing a circle of sharp teeth, and let out a threatening growl.

Heitu glanced around and didn't find anything useful underground, so he slowly crossed his arms and made a blocking gesture.

The dark and thin little face was extremely tense, and the body was slightly bent but stretched like a bow, as if it would burst out in the next second.

He took a step back in the simple shoes that were just animal skins wrapped around his feet, pressed the forefoot into the black slag, exerted all his strength, sank several inches deep, slightly tilted his ankle, and suddenly exerted all his strength.

The thin and dark child jumped up quickly, reaching a height of three meters and reaching the location of the gray-scaled pangolin.

He raised his clenched fist high and smashed it hard at the murderous monster.