The mysterious mineral vein is currently under the control of the monks. Although it has not been discovered and mined for a long time, it has brought many unexpected surprises to Hongmeng. There are hundreds of spiritual stones.

The people mining here, without exception, are all soldiers, as well as some disciples of Hongmeng. This way the confidentiality will be strong and the benefits can be easily distributed.

Training outside is also training, and mining can also be exercise. Although it is a bit hard, the treatment given by the country is so generous that it makes people jealous. Hongmeng disciples are also allocated spiritual stones.

Under such temptation, many staff members are very excited and work very hard every day. There are few people to supervise, and some people are even competing to mine.

In this mine, although it is very boring, there are some magic, surprises, and strange discoveries every day. In this atmosphere, the relationship between the two becomes very harmonious.

In addition to these staff, there are also some special people such as prisoners, Hercules, Barbarians, some failed biochemical experiments, half-gene people, and...Molton.

This type of people are the lowest and are called slaves.

It can be seen from this point that the country is not a vegetarian. Taking out some people at random will make the monks jealous. This is still a failure and incomplete.

With that technology, are there really...successful people?

It is estimated that only a few people know about it.

The most special one among them is that Moulton, a pure-blooded vampire prince and a powerful vampire, was actually captured for mining, which surprised the slaves.

They are basically from foreign countries and know a lot about vampires. The name of vampires is so loud that they used to be so scared, but now, they can only laugh and ridicule.

Moulton was used to seeing the faces of these people, but there was a strong look of resentment in his eyes, sometimes ferocious, sometimes calm, as if he was mentally disturbed.

His arms have grown, but they are very fragile. He may never regain the hands he once had in his lifetime, and his hard body has become dilapidated, as if the oil has run out.

Curse, resentment, unwillingness...!

This is what he accumulates every day, and part of it is given by the slaves. In the daily boring and tired life, laughing at Moulton is the slave's only interest, and he never tires of it.

It's like a former king suddenly appeared among a group of lowly slaves. This difference in status has become a laughing stock among the slaves, just like a tiger falling flat...being bullied by a dog.

"My prince, you worked very hard today. It seems that the severe beating you received the day before yesterday has made you remember. I didn't beat you enough yesterday. How about I do it again today...!"

"Actually, I really want to know if the prince's body is as attractive as a woman's. Hehe... I really want to try it...!"

There were several tall black men with lewd faces.

Those sarcastic, twisted, perverted voices reached Moulton's ears, but he gritted his teeth and endured the humiliation.

His cultivation level was blocked and his body was broken. He couldn't defeat these people at all. He could not count the beatings he received. It was like eating and drinking, three small beatings a day, and one severe beating every three days.

They are all Ning Tao, Wudang Sect, and Hongmeng. If you let me out, I will definitely kill you with blood. As long as...as long as I get the Holy Grail, everything...will have hope!

Moulton hopes in his heart, this is his belief in survival.

He clenched his head tightly, mixed with overwhelming resentment, as if it could pollute and destroy the world, and hit it hard.

"clang……!"

"Ahh...!"

Suddenly, there were some inexplicable screams. Moulton stiffened and suddenly looked behind him. The next second his pupils shrank, and he saw an acquaintance.

"B...Luke," he said through gritted teeth.

Hearing this, the short old man smiled proudly and said in an interesting tone: "My leader of the Demon Party, you have been having a good time during this time. Please forgive me for coming so late."

When Moulton heard this, he looked ferocious and said harshly: "You actually betrayed me and took refuge in Clark again."

Hearing this, Brooke smiled slightly and said: "My Lord Prince, I am loyal to you. No, I took great risks and came to China... to rescue you."

Moulton narrowed his eyes and looked at the slave whose blood had been sucked dry, as well as the corpse of the monk in the distance. Everything was defeated like a torrent. It was a feast of strength.

"Your Majesty, let's leave quickly, lest Hongmeng reinforcements come and you will suffer again," Brooke smiled dryly and went to catch Moulton at a very fast speed.

When the latter saw this, he did not resist because he was just a little sheep waiting to be slaughtered and had no power to resist.

"Whose hands is the Holy Grail now?"

Hearing this, Brooke grabbed him and felt confident. He smiled ferociously and said, "Of course it is in the hands of leader Clark. He is very interested in you now..."

When Moulton heard this, his pupils shrank. Based on his calculations, he had guessed that Cao Bin was now controlled by Clark, and the Holy Grail was in his body. He wanted to save himself... he wanted to know the secret!

"Thump...thump...!"

"Prince...save...plop...!"

Suddenly, something strange happened. More than a dozen elite vampires suddenly fell down, and their whole bodies were gradually wrapped in a layer of white substance, which looked like... petrification!

"Damn...what bit me?" A vampire suddenly yelled and grabbed a thumb-sized white worm from his back. It was plump and didn't look dangerous at all.

Brooke's face was gloomy. He looked at the men who fell on the ground and then at the insect. However, he suddenly realized that the vampire was actually petrified.

"Be careful of those bugs, they will turn to stone... hurry up," Brooke screamed, and immediately grabbed Morton and ran out.

But at this moment, the little sheep-like Morton suddenly turned into a sky full of crows. When he reappeared, he was already ten meters away, but he looked like he was not far from death.

Brooke was stunned for a moment, with a look of astonishment on his face. How could he still be able to use the secret technique? His cultivation level...the Holy Grail...yes...it must be the power of the Holy Grail. He must know some kind of huge secret.

When he thought of this, his eyes showed greed. Seeing Moulton staggering towards the inside, he immediately laughed ferociously and shot away.

"Whizzing……!"

Suddenly, many white bean sprouts appeared all over the sky, but they were actually little bugs. One by one, they began to expand for no reason, as if they were small springs, shooting out randomly.

"No..." Upon seeing this, Brooke's face changed drastically and he quickly retreated. In his sight, Moulton was wrapped in white worms and rolled down into the depths, disappearing instantly.

"Who dares to offend me, Hongmeng, you will be killed without mercy!" A group of powerful monks suddenly sprang out and started killing directly. The matter of the mineral vein must not be leaked to anyone.

"Damn it...retreat," Brooke shouted, calling for the remaining vampires to retreat amid internal and external troubles.

And the white bugs in this area are coming more and more, and they are getting bigger and bigger. I don’t know where they come from, let alone what they are?

The entire busy mine was in a mess, and more and more people died. They all underestimated these bugs, and gradually turned into a stone statue, as if they were petrified...!

Outside the veins, there is a mysterious, ancient man, who seems to have come from a distant fairyland. He stands misty and has an extraordinary bearing, but his eyes are in a state of trance.

It's like remembering, like thinking, like suddenly...!

He didn't pay attention to the chaos in it. The invisible temperament seemed to be standing at the pinnacle, dominating the world, and there seemed to be a whirlpool within himself, swallowing the sky and the earth...!

And looking at his face, it turned out to be...Uncle Tim!

I saw him suddenly wake up from his daze, his eyes flickered faintly, and he murmured: "The ghost lingers...!"

A breeze blew away the smoke, and no one was seen.

In just a moment, a sword light came at an extremely fast speed, like a dragon swimming between heaven and earth, its speed was astonishing.

He only paused here for a moment, then cut through the sky again, chasing in one direction, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Chapter completed!