It didn't take long, and it was Han Ming's turn to search.

Han Ming was not panicked. He slowly stepped forward and pretended to be timid, looking like a half-grown child who had never seen the world.

Seeing Han Ming's embarrassing appearance, the horse thieves were too lazy to turn over Han Ming's body, because Han Ming's appearance was just a poor boy and could not have anything valuable.

Although he disdains to search Han Ming's body, due to regulations, these horse thieves still searched Han Ming's body, because weapons such as knives are not valuable things, maybe this kid has them! And maybe someone stuffed money on this poor boy, trying to get away with it.

After some exploration, the horse thief took out a dim and worn gourd from Han Ming's arms. At first, the horse thief thought the gourd was for something, but he shook it hard but heard nothing. He looked around again but found no gourd plug.

It was then that the horse thief realized that the gourd was not a container at all, but a normal gourd, and it should be picked from the gourd vine for a long time, otherwise it would not be so worn.

"Uncle, this is what I picked from a dead old gourd vine. I planned to make a water hyacinth to hold water to quench thirst, but I haven't had time to do it yet." Han Ming lowered his head and said timidly.

"Hmph, why didn't you say it earlier? No wonder I searched for a long time but couldn't find the gourd stopper." The thief threw the gourd to the ground, and then began to search Han Ming's body again.

At this time, Han Ming felt relieved. Fortunately, he had used paint to "dress up" the Blood Evil Gour. Otherwise, based on the extraordinary appearance of the Blood Evil Gour, a fool could see its extraordinaryness, and he might have been stolen now.

"The boots are good, take them off, I'm interested in them." The thief laughed and stared at Han Ming's feet.

Hearing this, Han Ming was shocked, and a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes instantly, but he quickly hid it. Then he pretended to be timid and said, "Uncle, you want my boots, what can I do in the future! We can't mining without shoes."

"Hmph, I'm attracted to by the old man. That's your blessing. If you take it off, you'll kill you if you don't take it off. There are pairs of straw sandals here, so you can use them." The thief pulled a pair of straw sandals from the pile of straw sandals next to him and threw them in front of Han Ming.

At this time, Han Ming did not dare to procrastinate, so he had to slowly take off his boots and hand them to the horse thief with both hands.

"Well, it's not bad, boy is quite sensible! Where did your boots come from? They look quite strong, not like ordinary materials." The thief smiled slightly, and then took the boots into his hand.

When talking about the origin of the boot, Han Ming suddenly regretted that he shouldn't have picked up these somewhat handsome boots. That time, seven or eight people relied on the number of people to provoke Han Ming, but Han Ming was all refined into the Blood Evil Gourd, leaving only some clothes.

At that time, Han Ming was wearing a pair of ragged shoes. He happened to see these sturdy boots. He couldn't help but take them off and put them on his feet.

In fact, Han Ming cannot be blamed. He has been traveling all year round and does not have a pair of sturdy boots, which is really inconvenient. He didn't think much about it at the beginning. He realized that with his five-level magic power to practice Qi, he was worthy of such a pair of sturdy boots.

"This is the villain who took off a rotten corpse. It took him a long time to remove the stinky smell." Han Ming said with his head down.

"Hehe, you guy is disgusting me! Want to get your boots back? Get over, it makes the uncle unhappy to feed you to the wolf." The horse thief held the boots in his hand, and then suddenly pushed Han Ming towards another wave of horse thieves, which was considered to have passed the search for him.

Han Ming squatted down and picked up the gourd that was thrown aside, then walked honestly towards another wave of horse thieves, preparing to get some mining tools. However, when he walked away, he silently looked back and remembered the appearance of the horse thief who was snatching his boots in his heart.

A pair of boots is nothing, and it is taken away when it is taken away. However, there is a skin in the mezzanine of the boots. It is the map magic weapon that Han Ming got from the Feng sisters. This magic weapon has the ability to make people invisible. In terms of practicality, it is still above the silver hook magic weapon. He cannot give up and ignore it at will.

"Fortunately the eggs were not placed in a basket, otherwise the silver hook magic weapon and hairpin would have been taken away together." Han Ming thought silently in his mind, and inadvertently touched the silver hook magic weapon tied to the root of his thigh.

Han Ming turned his head and looked at the horse thief who snatched his boots. A hint of coldness appeared in his heart, and he said to himself:

"You'd better not live until my magic power is restored, otherwise the blood evil gourd is still much less than the blood and soul!"

After receiving some necessary tools, Han Ming and his group were thrown into a relatively open cave and told how much gold mine to be dug to get three days of rations.

After explaining, the horse thieves turned around and walked back to their origins, firmly guarding the entrance of the cave, and did not give the miners any chance to escape.

Han Ming turned around and looked at the cave, and found that the cave was connected in all directions, with more than a dozen mine entrances, and each mine entrance had torches inserted into the cave wall.

These torches are different from the brazier outside. They can only illuminate a very small area and are much wider than the mine corridor outside, so they look very dim. Although Han Ming has excellent eyesight, he can only barely see things dozens of feet away.

Han Ming could only see such a short distance clearly, let alone other miners, probably only look at the range of seven or eight feet.

Shortly after being thrown here, the prisoners who came with Han Ming were divided into four or five groups of large and small, and then they each picked a mineway and went in.

Soon, there were only dozens of people left in hundreds, and Han Ming was one of them. Han Ming turned to look at the remaining people, and suddenly had some guesses in his heart.

Most of the remaining people were not the people in the caravan that were robbed, but were captured by horse thieves like him.

After a while, these dozen people gathered together consciously. Obviously, they understood very well that more people would be stronger, especially in such places, it would be easier to deal with emergencies.

Han Ming frowned and thought for a while, but finally decided to join these people. Now that his strength has dropped greatly, he can only barely be considered a second-rate master without using poison skills.

Han Ming felt that the power of self-protection was really weak. He felt that there should be many martial arts masters in this mine. After all, there were many masters among the stoogee who had just left, not to mention the old miners here before.

"Little brother, let's go with us, so everyone can take care of it, otherwise God will know what dangers are in this mine." A somewhat weak middle-aged man asked Han Ming.

Han Ming smiled slightly and walked towards the dozens of people, answering the invitation of the weak middle-aged man with realistic actions. After he walked among the dozens of people, he lowered his head silently and looked like he obeyed the arrangements of others.

Han Ming looked at the people in his team roughly and sighed in his heart. The gap between these dozens of them and the three waves of hundreds of people who had walked away before was not an ordinary big deal.

There are very few people in their team who have truly practiced martial arts. If he doesn't count himself, there are only two people. There are two white men over half a century old in the team. I think they can only use them as a supplementary number of people. If something happens, they can only hold back.

The team quickly selected the leader, which was led by two martial arts people. No one opposed them as the leader. After all, now their strength is relying on.

Han Ming had no idea of ​​competing for the leader with these two people, because he joined the team just to find a safe haven for the time being. Whether to leave the team in the future is still a matter of different things.

Besides, although the leader has some benefits, he is also a pioneer. If something happens, the 8 cd who is robbed will be these leaders.

After a while, the two leaders chose a mine track and walked towards the depths of the mine track. Han Ming recognized this mine track, and a group of corpses chose this mine track before.

Before entering the mine track, Han Ming turned his head and looked at the mine track where they had received tools before, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Just now, in order to avoid being searched, he threw the bottles and jars on his body into the mine track outside.

Among those bottles and jars, there are Lou Yinsan, which is blood-sealed, invisible poison powder that can turn into gas, and several bottles of secret detoxification pills.

Now those bottles and jars are thrown in the corner of the mine. If a horse thief has a great opportunity, accidentally finds these bottles and jars or kicks a bottle open if you accidentally, there will be a good show and maybe dozens of horse thieves can be poisoned to death.

After walking for a long time and turning many turns, but not entering the depths of the mine, Han Ming couldn't help but sigh at the length of the mine and the huge amount of engineering.

Just as Han Ming was guessing when he would catch up with those stadiumers, he faintly heard a noise of shouting and killing, and some sounds of gold and iron collisions and attacking.

After hearing the sound of someone fighting, Han Ming's face changed slightly. He slowed down silently without thinking and walked silently at the end of the team. At the same time, his ears rose high, carefully judging the distance of the sound, and his spiritual consciousness quickly distributed, monitoring everything within dozens of feet around him at any time.

After about a few more turns, more than a dozen other people also heard the shouts of fighting and killing. Everyone's faces changed. Even a fool could hear the shouting was far from being able to come out by one or two people, nor was it a shout that one or two people could shout out by one or twenty people.
Chapter completed!