Everyone evacuated
"I do! I do!"
Sun Peilan, who was about to faint, could not stop answering. She broke free from Liu Yunniang's arms, looking panicked and alone. She looked up at the sunlight outside the window, with a streak of blood hanging from the corner of her lips. She looked weak, but the determination in her eyes was like a sword drawn from its sheath, with a bright blue light, invincible!
She is a mother, a mother who can do anything for her children!
Even if the other party was lying to her, she was willing to do it because she had nothing to lose!
As long as she was alive, she would hate those people! She wanted to eat their flesh and drink their blood, pull out their tendons, pull out their bones, and peel off their skin to vent her hatred!
Hatred made her wither, but also made her strong!
She looked around and found no one around. The man was also a cultivator and must have used a spell to transmit sound! Zhao Yongchao and the others were drunk and couldn't care less about them. If this female cultivator took action, these few days would be the best time!
Qian Luo: "But the millions of ordinary mortals in the mine also need to be evacuated. The three of you go and help them evacuate the mine as soon as possible to prevent the monks from fighting and causing a landslide. I will deal with those low-level monks."
Liu Yunniang felt warmed at heart when she heard this. This female monk was not like other monks who were cruel, cold and heartless and treated mortals as ants. Instead, she was compassionate and cared about their mortal lives.
"My benefactor, those low-level cultivators have sound transmission bells. Whenever they encounter danger, they will ring the sound transmission bells, and then Zhao Yongchao and others will know!"
Sun Peilan heard Liu Yunniang's worry and thought: "Don't worry, there is still some medicine powder left here. Although it is not poison, it is enough to make people sleepy. They won't have time to contact Zhao Yongchao and others!"
Liu Qiaozi nodded and said, "These low-level cultivators usually like to drink. I have some medicinal wine here. I can add some medicinal powder to it to entice them to drink it."
Sun Peilan's eyes lit up. "Yes, these days are the days when the Dragon Dance Team is sending people off. They will stay for a few days, so they will all drink and let down their guard during these days. Even the low-level monks are no exception. Although they will take turns guarding, they will drink and sleep after work!"
"Just let me deliver the wine. I'm sure they won't refuse."
Liu Yunniang walked to her side worriedly, patted her hands, and hesitated: "Pei Lan...you..."
The thought of their impending death made her heart tremble uncontrollably. Sun Peilan's eyes, filled with hatred, grew brighter and brighter. "Let me go. Tonight is the best time! Yunniang, go talk to everyone and have them prepare."
Qian Luo: "Okay, see you at the door at 12:00 AM. Someone will pick you up. Here are three petals to guide you and three rejuvenation pills to protect you. I hope everything goes well for you."
After she finished speaking, the nun's voice disappeared from her ears.
But three purple petals floated in from outside the window, they seemed to be orchids, emitting a faint fragrance and a spiritual light all over their bodies. It made me feel at ease when I touched it, and a warm current flowed through my heart.
There were three pills wrapped in the petals, which must be the rejuvenation pills she mentioned.
Everything that happened before told them that this was not a dream or an auditory hallucination, but something that really existed. Someone really came to save them!
"This is a good thing. I heard that the cultivator's rejuvenation pill is very beneficial to us mortals. For cultivators, the rejuvenation pill is just a convalescent pill, but for us mortals, it can bring back spring to a dead tree. As long as there is a breath, it can be revived!"
Liu Yunniang and Liu Qiaozi were overjoyed. They both had some health problems, and if they took the pills, they would definitely recover!
Liu Yunniang stared at the pill for a long while, feeling a little hesitant. She gritted her teeth and said, "Forget it, let's keep it for now. Maybe there are people who need it more than us."
They walked out of the house and went to the stone walls of the mine, carrying bamboo baskets, mining and communicating with people at the same time.
Liu Yunniang whispered, "Grandma Liu, you and Grandpa Liu will follow us tonight. Go to the mine gate in the early morning and we can go out!"
Grandma Liu and her husband are also from Liujia Village. They have been working here for decades and have been doing this for most of their lives. Now their hair is white, their eyes are blind, and their hands are shaking. They can't even lift the hammer to mine low-grade spirit stones.
Yesterday she was whipped by low-level monks, and her hands and feet are still bleeding. But she endured it and came to work tremblingly. Her husband shielded her from the whipping. Her back was covered with scars, and she might not live long.
This morning, the monks came to drive her away, urging her to go back to work. "What are you looking at? As long as you're still alive, you'll have to work. As for your old partner, he's not dying much, so just let him lie there. Consider it your last day off! Consider it a mercy from our Big Brother Zhao Yongchao!"
Speaking of Zhao Yongchao, he cupped his fists in a gesture of respect, then glanced at the withered old man sprawled on the straw mat and curled his lips in disdain: "You smell like old age, it's awful. If it weren't for your age and how long you've worked here, we would have dragged this old man to the mass grave long ago. He's not going to survive anyway!"
Grandma Liu's voice was hoarse and she shouted angrily: "How could you do this? He is still breathing, he is not dead yet!"
Hatred towards the monks filled his cloudy eyes: "Don't you have parents? Why are you making things so difficult for us? I can't even see him off to his last journey!"
The monk laughed nonchalantly and threatened, "Alright, I won't throw him into the mass grave. Then why don't you go get some work now? If you don't, I can't guarantee that there won't be one more body in the mass grave when you come back, and one less here."
"You!" Grandma Liu wanted to argue with him, but her wrist was grabbed by Grandpa Liu. His breathing was weak, but his grip was very strong because he didn't want his wife to quarrel with these monks because of him.
It doesn't matter if he dies, but his wife will still live. As long as she is alive, there is hope. If the monks target her in the future because of the quarrel, it will not be worth it.
The consequence of offending the monks here is death!
Their children are still waiting for them to return home in Liujia Village!
As long as he holds on to the hope that one day he will be reunited with his family, he will not feel cold in his heart, nor will he find life difficult.
"Yuanxiang, don't..."
He looked miserable and pleading as he called her name. How could she bear to give up on him? They had been husband and wife for decades, supporting each other and growing old together. How could she bear to see him in so much pain?
There are some things that don't need to be said, she can read the meaning from his eyes, and she knows that there are relatives at home waiting for them to return.
Home is their only harbor and spiritual sustenance. They rely on the memories of their family to get through it bit by bit.
She lowered her head and stopped being stubborn: "Okay, I'll go..."
The monk saw the two old men and sneered, "That's right. What a scene you were just now! What else can you old fellows do except wait to die?"
After saying a few more insulting words to them, he found that they didn't react at all, so he left without any interest.
After finishing her recollection, Grandma Liu shook her head and smiled bitterly: "Yunniang, you are talking nonsense again. How are we going to get out? There are so many cultivators here, and mortals like us are like ants."
Seeing that she didn't believe it, Liu Yunniang gritted her teeth and took out the rejuvenation pill. Grandma Liu usually took good care of her. Seeing that Grandma Liu's hands and feet were injured and Grandpa Liu was dying, she felt sorry for her and said, "This is the rejuvenation pill, a reward from that female cultivator."
Grandma Liu's breath caught in her throat. The ordinary pill before her now emitted a faint aura, clearly no ordinary item. She had heard of rejuvenation pills from cultivators before. Now, with only the District Head as the only alchemist in District 9, the pills were extremely valuable.
In District 9, apart from working for the District Chief to obtain elixirs, there are only a few other ways.
Previously, those low-level monks had fought for a long time for an ordinary reward pill, and even brought disaster to mortals. You can imagine how important the pill is to monks. If it is so important to monks, how much more important to them, mortals? If this rejuvenation pill is worthy of its name, then...
Her breathing couldn't help but become a little rapid, but due to face, she couldn't say it out loud. Her old fingers moved and her eyes were full of desire.
"Grandma, just accept it." Liu Yunniang forcefully stuffed the pill into her mouth. Before Grandma Liu could swallow it, the pill melted in her mouth. In just a moment, she found that all the scars on her body had healed, and her whole body was full of strength. Even the wrinkles on her old face had become much smoother.
This elixir is truly miraculous. It's a pity that she ate it. If her old man had eaten it, he would definitely have recovered...
Liu Yunniang saw Grandma Liu sigh heavily, probably thinking about Grandpa Liu, and advised her: "Grandma, don't worry, Qiaozi has another one. I'll get it and we'll feed it to Grandpa Liu."
Hearing this, Grandma Liu's eyes filled with tears. "Yunniang, you two are such kind people! Such a precious elixir was eaten by two of us old people. The female cultivator must have given it to you out of concern for your health, but you selflessly gave it to us. We are truly unworthy of it. We are already old and can't walk anymore. Even if we return, we won't have much time left."
Liu Yunniang helped her kneel down, her face serious and sincere thanks: "Grandma Liu, please don't say such things. When my husband and I arrived at the mine, we knew nothing and were beaten and scolded by the monks all day long. It was you who pleaded for us. We have endured hard times together, so we should live a good life together."
"Besides, you are only 60 years old, and your children at home are still waiting for you to come back. It's a good time for the whole family to gather together and share the joy of family. You should also enjoy such a good day!"
"Yunniang..." After hearing her words, Liu Yuanxiang couldn't help but cover her face and cry. She had a feeling of unreality. Are their hard days really over? Can they walk out of this cage of the mine and return to Liujia Village?
Liu Yunniang knew how she felt right now, because when she heard that she could go back to see Xiaoqing and Xiaowan, she felt like she was walking on clouds, afraid that if she took a step, she would fall off the clouds, thinking it was all a dream, full of joy and fear.
The monks around saw that the two of them were just talking and not working, so they scolded them again. But fortunately, because everyone knew that Grandpa didn't have much time left, they thought that Grandma Liu missed Grandpa, so they didn't ask too many questions.
Liu Yunniang patted Grandma Liu and said that after work, she and her husband would go to see Grandpa Liu and give him the rejuvenation pill. Maybe everything was still in time.
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Meanwhile, Liu Qiaozi was trying to convince the others. He secretly took out a petal and said, "Look, this is what that monk gave me. This orchid is filled with spiritual energy. No matter how hard you tear it, it won't break apart. It's also as sharp as a razor blade."
Everyone was in disbelief. They had been tortured for too long and thought Liu Qiaozi was just dreaming. "I don't believe it! There's no such thing as a cultivator! I'm afraid they're all birds of a feather!"
"That's right, Liu Qiaozi, you've also learned to lie!"
"Liu Qiaozi, you and your wife must be missing your daughter like crazy!"
Liu Qiaozi was almost stunned when he saw everyone in front of him refuting him. Why did so many people oppose and not believe this?
"I believe it, let me try it!"
A young man who had recently arrived had round eyes, a dark complexion, and bright eyes. He was a ball of youth and vitality. He was a young man with undiminished edges and a heart full of fiery passion. He stood out from the crowd, raised his arms high, and showed off his white teeth.
Under the disbelieving gazes of the crowd, he reached out his hand to touch it, and was scratched by the petals, and actually a little blood came out!
He laughed excitedly: "Really!"
Everyone was stunned, looking at each other in disbelief: "How is this possible! Could it be that a monk really came to save us?"
The young man's voice attracted many monks. Liu Qiaozi whispered, "Keep your voice down!"
When Liu Qiaozi saw the monks coming, he quickly left the crowd and went to the other side to hammer and bang, pretending to be working.
This kid is too loud!
"What are you guys doing gathered here? You don't want to work anymore, right? If you don't work now, you won't have any food today!"
The young man thought that he would be rescued tonight, but he still had to listen to the devilish voices of these low-level monks. He was unhappy when he heard it, and stiffened his neck to resist: "You!"
The low-level monks frowned, seeing that this kid had been whipped so many times but still hadn't learned his lesson.
Liu Qiaozi immediately stepped forward and pulled the young man aside, "My dear fellow cultivators, please don't be so rude to this fool. He must have had a few sips of wine yesterday and is still drunk, so he's just bragging!"
Guard: "Humph, is this guy digging through our bottles in the trash again? Well, it's just some garbage, so drink it, but if it delays your work, don't blame me for the whip!"
The man walked away with a grunt. If it weren't for the fact that many people had died in the mine recently and there hadn't been enough time to replace them, and he was afraid of delaying the construction schedule, he would definitely have beaten the boy severely.
"What are you doing? Uncle Liu, why are you stopping me?"
"You bastard! You never learn your lesson!" Liu Qiaozi hit the boy on the back of the head. The boy had no father or mother and only a sickly little sister at home. He joined the dragon dance team just to pay for his little sister's medical expenses, but he didn't expect to be abducted here.
He didn't have any real name, so he just randomly named himself Gou Yazi. He was an ordinary teenager in the village. His tenacity of life was as wild as weeds. He didn't say a word even when he was beaten, and he would insult the guards loudly afterwards. His fearless nature gave the guards a lot of headaches.
"Uncle Liu, please stop hitting me!" Gou Yazi whispered, covering his head with his hands, a silly smile unconsciously appearing on the corner of his mouth. "I'm just so happy. Can we really get out? Then I can really see my sister again. I don't know how she is doing. I heard that the people at the mine will send our wages, but I don't know if she received it or whether she had the surgery?"
He even started to cry out of embarrassment at the end of the conversation. After all, he was still a child, so genuine and sincere.
Liu Qiaozi's heart softened when he heard his words. He was a good brother who loved his sister. "Okay, behave yourself today and you can go home tonight."
The people around him also showed an expression of disbelief: "Can we really go home?" They spoke in very low voices, fearing that it was a dream.
Liu Yunniang also came over. With tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips, she looked at her husband and said to everyone, "Yes, we will go home tonight."
Xiaoqing, Xiaowan, you must wait for mom and dad to come back.
Every dusty person in the mine showed a long-lost smile, one of sincerity, joy and anticipation.
They held up pieces of low-grade spirit stones, praying and blessing them, tears welling in their eyes. As they hammered the low-grade spirit stones, they smiled, working even harder than usual. The low-grade spirit stones glowed faintly in the bamboo basket, illuminating the dark cave.
They carried heavy bamboo baskets on their backs, and the low-grade spirit stones in the baskets emitted a faint light. They worked hard, and the light behind them was like faint fireflies in large and small mines. Every mine was shining, and the brighter the light, the brighter their eyes, and the happier their hearts.
The light of fireflies can be compared to the stars in the sky.
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