C267 Middle Grade Spirit Crystal

"From time to time, there will be a collapse in this open space. Even if it doesn't kill you, just the injury will likely result in you losing your labor, causing you to starve to death." As Ding Lang spoke, his voice subconsciously grew deeper, his face also filled with a little hatred and anger.

Han Chen listened quietly with a bad taste in his heart. Their hatred towards Cang Yaner and the Azure Blue Prince's Palace increased even further.

The heavens and earth were heartless, taking all living things as nothing but ruminants. Humans are ruthless, but they are trampled on by ruminant dogs.

Zhang Tao who was standing behind Han Chen could not help but say angrily, "They are so pitiful, yet you still want to snatch their food and spirit crystals?"

Ding Lang's face changed, he shook his head and laughed bitterly. I have no choice, everyone here wants to survive. You don't have the taste of trying to starve. Even the kindest person, once here. His kindness will also be eaten by hunger. "

Ding Lang continued, "Here, fighting for plunder can be said to be the only way to survive. Although this mountain is quite large, things like spirit crystals are not easy to find. Sometimes, even after continuously digging for two to three days, it was impossible to find a single piece. What do I do if I can't find it? What do I do when I'm hungry? If you want to live, you can only fight for it. "

"But, but you can't bully those weak either." Zhang Tao continued.

"You're wrong." Ding Lang firmly shook his head, his gaze flickering with a cold glint. The weak could only be bullied. The weak could not survive no matter where they went. Even beggars on the street will starve to death if they can't get food. "

When Han Chen heard these words, the depths of his heart was faintly moved.

The weak could only be bullied. He had understood this principle since he was young. Bai Family, Mystical Peak. From the day he was deemed as trash, Han Chen had been subjected to all kinds of insults.

"Hu!" Han Chen heaved a sigh of relief, at the moment, he placed more importance on Ding Lang.

They continued to move forward and reached the deeper part of the mine. The environment inside was even worse. Dust flew into the air, and the thick smell of earth assaulted their nostrils. More than a dozen miners were working hard with shovels and hoes, their stiff faces almost catching up to the manmade men they had seen in the Valley of the King.

"Chief, this is the deepest area we have excavated so far." Ding Lang introduced.

Han Chen nodded, he carefully looked at the situation around him and asked: "How many Spirit Crystals can we in the northern region dig out in seven days?"

"No more than eighty low-grade spirit crystals."

Eighty low-grade spirit crystals. According to the calculations, there should be at least three of them, which was just enough to earn a living. When he thought about those dark, sticky balls of flour, Han Chen couldn't help but frown.

Could he think of a way to save them all? Han Chen thought, his heart could not help but feel weak. The total number of miners was also less than the number of soldiers outside. Moreover, too many people's minds were numb. Wanting to help them was even more difficult than ascending to the heavens.

"Let's go back first!" Han Chen sighed lightly, and then turned around and went back the way he came.

Zhang Tao, Liao Yang and the others were silent as they followed behind. They couldn't help but worry that after a period of time, they too would become as dull as the miners.

"Aiyo, save me! Give me something to eat!"

After passing through a narrow passage, they were attracted by a low and weak voice. Han Chen looked around and saw a skinny old man lying in a dark and damp corner. The old man curled up on the ground, his disheveled hair and beard covered with mud. He was as dirty as a beggar on the street.

"Chief, this old fellow came here earlier than me. It seems like he has been here for more than half a year." I heard that his body was quite strong in the past. Three months ago, when he was mining, he encountered a cave collapse, and his leg was crippled. He can no longer do anything. "

"Bastard." Han Chen frowned, and could not help but curse. These soldiers are just too despicable, even the old people are caught. "

"Forget about the elderly, I'm afraid that even if the horny students saw the children and women, they wouldn't let them go." Ding Lang replied.

The other muscular man said, "Needless to say, this old man's life is rather tough." Previously, I thought that he would starve to death in at most half a month. I didn't expect that after more than three months, he is still alive. "

"This is indeed strange, but judging from his appearance, let alone half a month ago." I probably won't be able to hold on for half a day. " Ding Lang said indifferently, then turned his gaze towards Han Chen, "Head, let's go!"

Han Chen squinted his eyes, and said: "Bring the old man back."

What? The few of them were startled by Han Chen's words, but Ding Lang quickly stopped them, "Brat, don't be so merciful! There's no point in doing good deeds and saving people here. That old man has already lost his value, so you can only bring him back for free and drag down the rest of the people in the Northern Wasteland. "

"That's right!" "Chief, there's nothing to save." The others also agreed.

Han Chen's expression did not loosen in the slightest as he looked at the pitiful old man who was about to die. He answered as calmly as before, "Bring him back and give him my food."

"Head."

"Don't say anymore, just do as I say." Han Chen's tone carried an irresistible force.

Seeing Han Chen's gloomy face, Ding Lang did not dare to refute anymore. After all, after staying in the black mine for so long, Ding Lang had his own set of standards for judging others. He knew clearly that if Han Chen wanted to kill him, he would have no chance of doing so. In order to preserve his life, Ding Lang could only give up his position of "Boss".

A moment later, in a dark wooden room.

The place that was less than twenty square meters was the best building in the northern mining area. Previously, it was Ding Lang's place, but now he gave this to Han Chen.

With regards to this, Han Chen did not hold back. A quiet place could make one's mind even more nimble.

Han Chen gently placed the old man on a relatively clean wooden board, and casually picked up a piece of flatbread to hand to him. "Uncle, eat!"

The black pastry was both unsightly and eye-catching. However, the moment the old man saw the item … His eyes immediately lit up and he rushed over, stuffing everything into his mouth.

"Uncle, slow down." Han Chen reminded her with good intentions.

The old man seemed to not want to listen. He finished one after another. To him, that ugly and unpalatable biscuit was like a delicacy.

Not far away, Ding Lang and the rest all looked and gulped. In their eyes, Han Chen's actions were tantamount to wasting food. This was because the food distributed by the soldiers was actually not enough to fill his stomach. In order not to starve to death, so not to eat too much every meal.

"Boss, boss, something bad has happened." At this moment, a panicked exclamation came from outside the door. Then a thin man with a hoe and shovel rushed in.

Ding Lang glared and slapped his face, "What are you shouting for? Have you seen a ghost? "

The thin man was slapped until he spun around on the spot. He put down the hoe in his hand and quickly covered his face with his hand. He replied weakly, "Head, it's even more troublesome than seeing a ghost!"

Just as Ding Lang was about to curse again, he suddenly reacted. Pointing to Han Chen, he said, "This is our new boss, if you meet with any problems, just tell him."

"New?" The man was stunned, not daring to believe it.

"What are you blanking out for?" Ding Lang could not help but roar again, and wanted to continue the fight. However, he was stopped by Han Chen, "Enough, don't be so irritable."

"Hee hee, boss, if you don't be ruthless, you won't be able to suppress them."

Han Chen shook his head, he glared at the other party unhappily. And then, he said to the skinny man, "What is it? Say it? "

"Yes, yes." The man came back to his senses and replied, "New head, our brothers just dug up a mid-grade spirit crystal."

"Medium-grade spirit crystal? F * ck! This is a good thing! " Ding Lang couldn't help but shout out, and the eyes of the few people around also lit up with excitement.

"That's a good thing, but the people from the Western Mine have found out about this matter." "When we just came out of the mine, they blocked our way halfway."

"What?" This bunch of bastards. " Ding Lang's emotions immediately took a 180 degree turn. The smile he had on his face earlier immediately turned into rage. He took the crossbow from behind him and shouted angrily, "Damn it, those dogs really think we're soft bananas. Immediately gather all our brothers, they're going to risk their lives to get the spirit crystal back!"

"Yes, Old Man Ding Lang."

Old man? Ding Lang could not help but twitch at the corner of his eyes. The frail looking man was also in a dilemma. He did not know what to call Ding Lang, so he could only add an old man to his name. Without waiting for them to prepare to leave, Han Chen suddenly went forward to stop them.

"Ding Lang, all of you be quiet."

"Chief, don't stop me." Ding Lang's face was filled with anger, his rage was like a cow about to go crazy, "You don't know, these two mining area's dogs have already robbed us more than once. In the past, he had dug up two or three low-grade spirit crystals, so it didn't hurt even if he was robbed. This was a medium-grade spirit crystal! You absolutely can't give it to them. "

Han Chen was very clear about the reason behind Ding Lang's nervousness. A mid quality spirit crystal was equivalent to dozens of low quality spirit crystals. As long as he had a middle-grade spirit crystal, he would be able to get half of the slaves' food for seven days in advance.

Han Chen frowned, he looked at the old man who was still stuffing food into his mouth. Then, he said, "Leave a person here to take care of him. Ding Lang, along with seven or eight people, bring me there to take a look."

"How can seven or eight people be enough?"

"It's fine, it's noisy if there's too many people." Han Chen replied indifferently.

Ding Lang paused, and still wanted to say something. However, thinking about it, since Han Chen was a Psionic Magician, he should be able to handle it. He immediately nodded his head and hurriedly left with the messenger.