bestfiction Chapter 103 Dark Mine Tunnel
Chapter 103 Dark Mine Tunnel
"Open the door, room check! Show me your identification!"
Zhong Ming rudely pushed open the door, pretending to be fierce, but he almost lost his composure because of the stench.
Before him was a round room, just like when he was working here. Refugees were gathered here, and after a quick look around, Zhong Ming felt a chill run down his spine.
Dozens of people are crammed into such a small space. No wonder the air-cleaning gems are ineffective. People are practically sleeping together in cramped conditions. How can there be so many refugees?
It seems the common people don't really trust the government. Many hid when the first notice and evacuation were given, and were eventually caught by the soldiers here.
"What are you standing there for? Show me your ID."
Zhong Ming recalled the scenes of officials bullying people in the past, but his memory was rather vague. No yamen runner was so bored as to bother him, a "marquis of a household," but at most they would just pass by and see it.
Several refugees lay listlessly on the ground at the entrance, while others in the middle had nowhere to sleep. Imagine a large round hall where everyone was sleeping with their heads facing the wall, and the person standing in the very center was about to be subjected to the 360-degree stench of dozens of smelly feet.
He's been smoking for so long now, he's got a terrible temper.
The people in the middle were not polite at all and rudely replied, "Get lost, who do you think you are?"
"I'm an only child, so who do you think I am?"
The sound of the bell struck the stone wall, and a chilling cold swept over me, its sharp light piercing my skin.
"You're the only one in the family, so... of course you're my uncle."
Don't ask, the answer is simply that being pragmatic is the mark of a wise person.
Several people started pulling out their smelly IDs from their pockets, while the person lying next to them continued to pretend they hadn't heard anything and played dead.
"Show me your ID. My time is very valuable."
Zhong Ming kicked the refugee next to him, but seeing that he still didn't react, it seemed that he was only responsive to force.
He slightly raised the hook-and-sickle spear and slammed it down on the leg of the refugee who was pretending to be dead. The spearhead struck the muscle hard; the bone was definitely fine, but it would definitely hurt.
The spear ferrule, also called the spear handle, is a pointed metal lump at the end of the spear shaft. As the name suggests, one of its important functions is to help people grip the spear tightly. Otherwise, if someone tries to take your spear during a fight, wouldn't the smooth spear shaft be easy for them to snatch away?
Another important function is that when a spear breaks, it can be turned upside down and used as a weapon; having one is better than having none.
For ordinary people, it serves as a counterweight, but it has little meaning in the hands of cultivators.
When the sharp object hit him, the man immediately let out a loud "Ouch!"
"Show your identification documents, or you're just bandits disguised as refugees, and you'll be killed without mercy."
The mortal being beaten cried out in pain and hurriedly pulled out the temporary identification card issued to him from his pocket. The card was of extremely poor quality; these refugees were not entitled to use something as precious as paper. It was just a piece of untreated bamboo with some words carved on it.
The people around were startled, but with strength in numbers, they all stood up, and the fear lessened.
"What right did you have to hit me? Do you have any evidence that he's a bandit?"
"My words are the evidence. Do you think the higher-ups will believe you or me? I'll give you three breaths to produce your documents now, or I'll kill you on the spot."
The hook-and-sickle spear vanished in a flash, and the spiritual energy flowing from the storage bag hidden in the sleeve was immediately replaced by the mother-and-child sword.
"My lord, have mercy! My lord, I was unaware that a true immortal had come in person. I have been so offensive. Please forgive me!"
Anyone who dared to question him immediately knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.
He didn't know that the hook-and-sickle spear was meant for these mortals, but everyone lay there ignoring the bell's chime. Only a few people in the middle actually saw it, but they remained silent.
Because what they were thinking was: let your stinky feet stink up the place, let the immortal master chop you all up, and make room for us.
The refugees in the round hall were all very cooperative, and news of the immortal master's arrival at the refugee camp spread to the back.
After checking on the people in the round hall, Zhong Ming walked towards the back passage, which was the mine tunnel dug by the miners in the past.
The passageway was barely wide enough for two people to walk through, and now there were people lying on the side. The further you went in, the more unpleasant the smell became, and the illuminating gems gradually became sparse. It was dark and messy, like a coffin.
After walking several dozen steps, he faintly heard the rumors stop, not because there weren't many people ahead, but because those ahead found it difficult to speak.
"Hey, room check, show me your credentials."
"Uh, water..." The man was still lying on the ground, barely raising his hand, but he didn't pick anything up.
The trouser legs reeked of a disgusting odor, the smell of rotting flesh and tattered clothes stuck together after the wounds had festered, making one want to vomit.
Because he was unable to move and there was excrement mixed in with his body, Zhong Ming didn't even consider searching him.
From a distance, the view from behind is the same.
The injured and the weak were crammed deep into the long mine tunnels, simply because the mealtimes were located at the entrance.
Zhong Ming slowly squatted down, his resentment towards the Twin Dragons Running Through the Water intensifying.
"Give me your documents, and I can let you live."
At this time, you must not show any pity, and giving them water or food is absolutely unacceptable. At such times, even a little food can make the refugees pounce on you like wolves smelling blood. To deal with these situations, the most important thing is still the system.
After hearing this, the man, with a sudden burst of strength, grabbed Zhong Ming's hand and shouted.
"Kill me, please kill me!"
He was so thin he looked like a skeleton, and with the violent shaking, the bamboo slip containing his identification fell off.
"Identity confirmed, next."
"No! Kill me..." His hands fell limply to his sides, and perhaps because it was too dark, there was no light in his eyes.
Further on, it wasn't so quiet, but this time Zhong Ming really gripped the knife tightly.
In the darkness ahead, a man stood up and pulled up his trousers.
"Here, eat more, don't starve. I'll come back to find you tomorrow." He threw down something, a dark, indistinct mass.
The man twisted his neck, looking quite pleased with himself. He turned his head and saw Zhong Ming's furious face right in front of him, almost face to face.
"What are you looking at..." He glanced at Zhong Ming's physique and noticed the mother-and-child swords. "Get in line... it's your turn. Do whatever you want with her, I don't care."
"I'll take care of it."
Zhong Ming kicked the man to the ground.
Do you even know what the law is?
"Good man, let's talk this out." The man was quite strong, but he was a little scared when he saw the cold light of the mother and child swords, and waved his hands repeatedly.
“According to the rules of Jishui Mountain, the punishment for crimes committed in the refugee camp is tripled. If you rob food or rape women, you should be sentenced to twenty years in prison. Three times that is sixty years. According to the rules, anything over fifty years is considered death.”
"No, no, no, everyone's like this, it doesn't have to be this bad. Brother, you're here to inspect, aren't you? I still have some wealth buried underground outside. Spare my life, and I'll tell you where it is."
As the man spoke, he backed away, groping behind him with one hand, hoping to find something like a stick.