"How could someone who has unloaded the goods be more tired than someone who carried them?" Ji Fengyao asked Bai Yusheng in confusion.

Bai Yusheng: "???"

Hao Yan: ? ? ?

Miss, the logic in your question is flawed. Should they try to give you a vague answer?

Zhuang Shaoze was inspired and said, "Unless he used more effort when unloading the cargo than when he was carrying it."

"Clever" Ji Fengyao raised the corner of her lips: "Wait here for me."

As she spoke, Ji Fengyao set up a concealment array on herself and quietly crept towards the edge of the mine.

Because of the Heavenly Dao Covenant, the He family and the Dongdan family were not worried that these cultivators who came to do hard labor would rebel.

Therefore, the supervisors sent were all members of the He family who lacked talent and had relatively low cultivation levels.

In addition, due to the concealment formation on Ji Fengyao's body, these members of the He family were completely unaware of Ji Fengyao's arrival.

Ji Fengyao hid in the shadow of a campfire, flicking out a wisp of extremely thin, ghostly blue flame from her fingertip.

Extreme Fire swiftly and silently approached a servant who was overseeing the work by the campfire.

Almost instantly upon entering the body, the extreme fire completely enveloped the servant's soul.

"Don't make a sound. Invite a few more people to relieve themselves in the bushes behind the house, or I'll burn your soul directly," Ji Fengyao's devilish voice rang in the servant's mind.

The servant's face turned deathly pale instantly, but sensing the life-or-death threat posed by the extreme fire beside his soul, he dared not utter a sound.

"Brother, brother... let's go over there and relieve ourselves, shall we?" The servant trembled as he approached his companion and pointed to the place where Bai Yusheng, Hao Yan, and Zhuang Shaoze were hiding.

"Hey Hey, what's wrong with you? Did your poop and pee cause you to stutter?" another servant chuckled.

"I...I was in a real hurry," the servant said, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead and winking at his companion.

"Don't give me that nonsense, I don't play those homosexual games," another servant clearly misunderstood.

Ji Fengyao controlled the extreme fire and moved closer to the servant's soul, threatening, "Have you never died before?"

"No, no, no...it's not true!" The servant was so frightened that he quickly begged for mercy, cold sweat pouring down his face.

Seeing that he didn't seem to be faking it, the other servant dropped his joking tone and asked, "Are you sick? You're covered in sweat, does your stomach hurt?"

“Ah, yes,” the servant completely abandoned the idea of ​​tipping off his companion and quickly echoed his words.

Who cares? Better to die than to die myself! Saving my own life is the most important thing!

As per Ji Fengyao's request, the servant had his companion call two more people to join them.

The four arrived at the hiding place of Bai Yusheng, Hao Yan, and Zhuang Shaoze. Before they could even loosen their belts, they were knocked unconscious and dragged inside by three burly men who suddenly jumped out of the bushes.

At this moment, Ji Fengyao had already quietly sneaked back.

While the three of them were taking off their clothes, she poured four ready-made disposable face masks onto He Xiaotou and the others' faces.

After a short while, the new He Xiaotou and his three companions emerged from the bushes and swaggered back to the mine.

"Hurry up, haven't you eaten yet!"

Ji Fengyao, playing He Xiaotou, along with Bai Yusheng, Hao Yan, and Zhuang Shaoze, playing the He family disciples, arrived at the group of cultivators, cracking small leather whips and pretending to be actively supervising.

They approached the mine carts where the monks were unloading ore with apparent ease and openly peered inside.