Han Ming has been paying attention to the young man who gave him three steamed buns for the past three days. He knew clearly that the young man had not dug much ore, and in terms of quantity, he could only exchange for about two steamed buns.

"Let's go." A miner picked up his basket and walked out of the mineway.

The other miners looked at the miner's basket walking outside with some envy. Looking at the heavy appearance of the basket, the fool could see that the miner had dug a lot of ore.

Seeing the first miner walking outside, the other miners quickly packed up their own baskets and walked outside.

Soon, more than 20 people in the mine were basically exposed, leaving only Han Ming and the boy who was still working hard to drill the wall.

The boy buried his head and beat it for about a quarter of an hour, but the black ore still caught his eyes, not even a trace of gold. Finally, the boy stopped the hammer in his hand, turned around and looked around the entire mine cave, but saw that the other miners had already exposed, leaving Han Ming alone.

"Let's go, change as much as you can." The young man said weakly to Han Ming.

"Oh." Han Ming lifted the basket beside him into his hand, and then walked quickly towards the boy.

The young man glanced at the rags on Han Ming's basket, then looked at Han Ming's relaxed look in his heart, and sighed slightly, not beyond his expectations. Han Ming was a newcomer, and he was eighteen or nineteen years old, and he was not old. How could he dig any good ore?

In the mine where he couldn't see his fingers, Han Ming held his own basket in one hand and a torch in the other to help the young man illuminate the road ahead.

The torch lighting range was very small, and the mine was uneven. Han Ming was fine, he was quite agile and didn't have much effort, but the boy was tired and hungry. He walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and almost fell to the ground several times.

Han Ming wanted to help him walk, but he decisively refused. Han Ming's mind was still fast, so he did not insist on helping him. He just moved the torch slightly forward, illuminating the road ahead of the boy more clearly.

Along the way, the boy was unwilling to speak, not knowing whether he was tired or something else, but he kept walking. The boy's attitude made Han Ming, who wanted to relieve the depressing atmosphere, swallowed the words he had to say back several times. This was a very rare thing.

"Hey, there is a light ahead." Han Ming stretched out his hand and pointed to the corner of the mineway in front.

"It should be the people in our team. We only have our team in this mine vein. Could it be that they have found a new mine vein? But why is there no sound of knocking?" A glimmer of hope ignited in the young man's eyes, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace.

"Slow down, be careful." Han Ming also quickly followed the young man towards the front. At the same time, he spread his spiritual sense, wanting to explore the situation ahead earlier.

"Huh." Han Ming was shocked and suspicious. His spiritual sense had just enveloped him and he realized something was wrong. He immediately wanted to pull the young man beside him and told him not to go over, but he realized that the young man ran towards the other side in three steps.

"Oh." Han Ming sighed silently in his heart, and he chased the boy with his feet. At the same time, the basket of his left hand was handed to his right hand, and his left hand was slowly placed on his thigh.

"Don't move, the situation is wrong, there may be danger." Han Ming caught up with the boy, pulled the boy running forward, and forced him to his side, and then threw the basket and torch on his right hand aside.

But it was obviously a bit late. At this time, Han Ming and the young man had already turned the corner of the mine. They could see more than twenty miners about ten feet away and the look of horror on their faces.

The miners squeezed into a round pile of people. People outside the pile kept waving the torches in their hands and waving to the ground, as if driving away something, but there was nothing in front of them except a few pieces of gravel of different sizes.

Some people outside the pile of people were waving torches, and at the same time, they subconsciously wanted to squeeze into the pile of people, but they couldn't squeeze in at all. As a result, they only squeezed the people inside the pile of people and felt uncomfortable, and some seemed to have difficulty breathing.

There were five miners lying flat on the ground not far from the crowd. The five miners' expressions on their faces were frozen and their bodies were motionless. At a glance, they knew that they had lost their lives.

"It's strange. The bodies of the dead people seem to be stiff, but they were still alive not long ago, so why are they stiff now?" Han Ming whispered in confusion.

This place is a little dim, so the young man couldn't see the specific situation of the five people lying down, but he was right beside Han Ming and naturally heard Han Ming's whisper.

When the young man heard Han Ming's whisper, his face immediately changed: "Die? It's stiff! It's a poisonous golden snake, run!" Before he could finish his words, the young man was about to pull Han Ming to run to the pile of more than 20 miners.

Han Ming grabbed the boy again, pulled him back with a sudden pull, clamped him directly under his armpit, and then whispered: "It's too late, I'm here."

Before the boy could react, he caught a glimpse of a golden strip shooting from the mine wall on one side, like a golden lightning bolt heading straight to his neck, giving him no chance to dodge.

The boy subconsciously reached out to block it, but before his hand was stretched out, he felt the darkness in front of him. He thought he had been bitten and was about to die.

"Don't move." A low voice came into the boy's ears, which made him stunned. What's going on? If you were bitten by a poisonous golden snake, you should have lost all your five senses immediately. After a moment, your whole body was stiff and you died of death! How can you still hear the sound now?

Before the boy could continue to be stupid, he felt like he was being carried away from the ground, and then he swung back and forth dozens of times more violently than riding a horse. The boy felt like he was a cloth doll, and now he was being grabbed in his hand and shook it hard.

Although it only took ten breaths, the boy felt as if it had been half an hour. When his feet were on the ground, he fell to the ground and gasped heavily.

The miners had long noticed the situation on Han Ming, but for some reason, their actions were surprisingly consistent. No one reminded Han Ming and the others that there were poisonous golden snakes here.

After the miners caught a glimpse of a golden snake rushing out of Han Ming's wall, their faces were immediately overjoyed. Several people immediately left the crowd and ran towards the outside of the mine track without looking back.

The remaining miners looked at each other, and although they ran away without spreading their legs, they slowly moved out of the mine track, while staring at Han Ming's direction.

The reason why they did not run away immediately was because they all knew that there were two poisonous golden snakes. They only saw one, and they didn’t know where the other one was. They couldn’t panic. If they were attacked by sneak attack, they would likely lose their lives!

All these miners raised their ears and listened carefully to the movements in the mine. It was not that they didn't want to see with their eyes, but because Han Ming's torch had long been trampled to death by himself.

Listening to Han Ming's direction being confused for more than ten breaths, a trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of these miners, because the only miner in a team who had practiced several martial arts was bitten to death by the poisonous gold snake in one encounter, and there was no time to resist, but the two teenagers had persisted for more than ten breaths, which was really shocking.

These miners secretly expect Han Ming to hold on for a longer time, not because they care about Han Ming's life, but because the longer Han Ming persists, the greater the possibility of them escaping.

But after more than ten breaths, the whistling sound from Han Ming suddenly disappeared, leaving only a burst of rapid gasping, which immediately stunned all the miners. They subconsciously stopped their pace and stayed there and didn't know whether to continue moving forward or stop there.

After being stunned for a while, the miners looked at me and I looked at you, but didn't know what to do for a moment. It was not until a little smart miner who saw him throw the torch in his hand towards Han Ming that he broke the silence in the mine.

The torch rotated twice in the air and finally landed at Han Ming's feet, illuminating the area ten feet beside Han Ming.

The sight of the eyes shocked all the miners. In the faint firelight, they saw the newly arrived young man with golden snake blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and a poisonous golden snake with half of his head lying on the ground in front of him.

The young man was pinching a two-inch-long golden snake body on his left hand. The other part of the golden snake wrapped around the young man's arm, and the golden snake's head was also biting tightly at the young man's tiger's mouth. However, for some reason, the golden snake was soft and seemed to have died.

"What a powerful poison." The boy fell to the ground with just a moment to say this.

The miners were stunned, but after two or three breaths, someone reacted. The person who reacted first ran towards Han Ming without caring about anything.

When the man approached Han Ming, he waved the shovel in his hand and smashed the golden snake that had lying in front of Han Ming and had half of his head missing.

The golden snake was swung directly onto the mine wall, and then fell softly to the ground, completely dead. The miner was immediately overjoyed. He was not serious or light at this moment, and did not destroy the integrity of the golden snake, but also tested that the golden snake was indeed dead and there was no danger anymore.

The miner rushed forward to pick up the golden snake, stuffed it into his arms without thinking, and then waved the shovel and rushed towards the group of miners.

"Go aside, don't blame me for the bad shovel."

Seeing the miner rushing over crazily, the group of miners subconsciously took a step back as if they were a god blocking the gods and a Buddha blocking the Buddhas.

"There is still one who died and didn't take it, don't chase me." The miner took advantage of the fact that everyone had not reacted and had already bypassed the crowd. After leaving a word, he rushed straight out of the mineway.
Chapter completed!