Chapter 420: Killing Plan

The night was dark and the moonlight was cold.

Outside Nanyue City, a group of monks walked towards the mine stealthily.

Behind them, three young monks who were hiding their bodies also followed stealthily.

There was no conversation along the way. Not long after, Wang Lai and others arrived outside the mine.

The mine was closed at night, and the periphery was locked by several large iron gates.

Wang Lai followed the iron gate, walked twenty steps to the right, squatted down, and groped with his hands in the night. After a while, he opened a low secret door.

Old Yutou and Wang Er and the other two looked at each other.

They have been mining for years, but they didn't know that there was such a secret door outside the mine.

"Let's go."

Wang Lai whispered, then lowered his body and took the lead to enter the mine through the secret door.

Old Yutou hesitated.

A few ruffians pushed Old Yutou from behind.

Fortune and wealth are sought in danger.

Old Yu gritted his teeth and followed Wang Lai into the mine.

Wang Lai and his group entered the mine, and the last thug closed the secret door.

Mo Hua and the other two also came to the secret door and found that it was not only closed, but also entangled with an iron chain, and there was an iron lock on the iron chain.

Bai Zisheng asked: "Do you want me to split it open?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "It makes too much noise."

"Then how to get in?"

Mo Hua pointed to the lock, "There is a formation on this lock."

"Can you unlock it?"

Mo Hua raised his eyebrows:

"If I can't unlock this small lock, I'm not worthy of being a first-class formation master..."

Bai Zisheng muttered: "Not all first-class formation masters can unlock the formation..."

Bai Zixi raised his white little finger, "hushed" to stop them from talking, and then said to Mo Hua:

"You unlock it quickly."

"Yes."

Mo Hua nodded, took out the pen and ink, and after a little calculation in his mind, he understood the formation on the lock.

The first-grade seven-pattern iron lock array.

Mo Hua casually drew a few array patterns, and the light flashed on the iron lock and then faded away. With a "creak", it opened.

His technique was skillful, as if he was using his own key to open his own lock.

Bai Zisheng was a little surprised.

Mo Hua was a little proud, and then he tried to push the secret door open carefully, but after pushing it a few times, it didn't move...

This secret door was a little heavy, and it was not easy to push since he was not a body cultivator.

Mo Hua glanced at Bai Zisheng.

Bai Zisheng understood, stretched out his hand and pushed it gently, and then pushed the secret door open, and then smiled proudly at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua shook his head, and just as he was about to go in, he was stopped by Bai Zisheng.

"I'll go in first." Bai Zisheng said.

Mo Hua is not a body cultivator, and his physical body is his weakness. If he goes in first, he will be in trouble if he encounters danger.

Mo Hua was slightly startled, understood Bai Zisheng's thoughts, hesitated, and nodded.

Although he had scanned with his spiritual sense beforehand and found that there was no danger behind the secret door, he still appreciated the kindness of his junior brother.

Bai Zisheng went in through the secret door first, and whispered after a moment:

"No danger, come in."

So Mo Hua and Bai Zixi also entered the secret door one by one.

Behind the secret door was the mine.

This was Mo Hua's second time in the mine.

The first time was during the day, when many miners were digging.

The mine was hot and noisy.

Now it was night, and there was no one in the mine.

The dark night enveloped the entire mine, which looked strange and dead.

All he could see were rugged rocks and dark mines.

Wang Lai and others were nowhere to be seen.

Bai Zisheng asked, "What should we do?"

Mo Hua released his spiritual sense, then pointed to a road and said, "Go this way."

So the three of them opened the concealment array again, concealing their tracks, and quietly walked towards the mine.

In the dark mine, Wang Lai led the way.

Old Yutou, Wang Er and Tang Wu walked in the middle.

Three hooligans followed behind.

The mine at night was damp and gloomy. In the deadly cave, only the messy footsteps of a few people echoed, and occasionally there was the sound of water dripping, which seemed far and near, making people feel uneasy.

Tang Wu asked: "Brother Wang, where is the mine?"

Wang Lai said: "Just follow me."

Wang Lai walked with his back to them. His voice could not tell whether he was happy or angry. It echoed in the mine, and there was an unspeakable sinisterness.

Wang Er behind him noticed something was wrong, so he asked carefully:

"Brother Wang, do you come here to steal minerals often?"

"It's my first time too."

"But you look so familiar with this road..."

Wang Lai paused for a moment before slowly saying:

"I have visited this place beforehand, bribed the monks of the Lu family, and left a secret door, so it was so smooth..."

Wang Er nodded half-believingly.

Old Yu walked silently, not saying much, but he was also worried.

He had already found something wrong.

Wang Lai was too familiar with this trip, as if he had come here many times.

But he said that this was his first time to steal minerals.

This was obviously impossible.

Even if he had visited this place before, he couldn't be so familiar with it.

Old Yu's expression did not change, but he was a little regretful in his heart, and his steps slowed down a bit.

Wang Lai noticed it, so he turned around and glanced at Old Yu indifferently, "We are almost there, walk faster. "

Just this one look made Old Yu's heart skip a beat.

Wang Lai's eyes were like those of a dead person.

What do they want to do?

Old Yu's back was covered in cold sweat.

But he could only follow Wang Lai and the others.

They walked deeper into the mine, and the deeper they went, the more dead silent it became.

After walking a few steps, Wang Er suddenly fell and cursed in a low voice:

"Why is the ground so slippery?"

Wang Lai said unhappily: "Be careful."

Wang Er smiled awkwardly: "Okay, Brother Wang."

His eyes flickered slightly, and he slowly stood up, deliberately lagging behind the others by a few steps. While Wang Lai and the others were not paying attention, Wang Er turned around and ran, trying to escape to the entrance of the mine.

Wang Lai heard the hurried footsteps, turned back suddenly, and his face was ferocious:

"Catch him!"

A big man stepped forward quickly, caught up with Wang Lai in a few steps, grabbed his collar, and pulled him to the ground.

Wang Lai said coldly: "Wang Er, what do you mean?"

Wang Er's face turned pale: "No... nothing..."

"Then why did you run?"

"I didn't run."

Wang Lai's face gradually turned cold.

Wang Er gritted his teeth and said, "You didn't bring us here to steal the mines!"

Wang Lai looked a little surprised, and then said coldly:

"How did you know?"

Wang Er pointed to the deep mine and said, "There are no mines here, nothing at all!"

Before he finished speaking, Old Yu's face suddenly changed, and he took a few steps back and wanted to escape.

But it was too late, Wang Lai had already drawn his knife and chopped at Old Yu.

Old Yu was old and weak, and was not Wang Lai's opponent, not to mention that he was caught off guard.

He was hit on the shoulder by Wang Lai's knife, and then kicked hard, and collapsed to the ground, leaning against the cold stone wall, gasping for breath.

Tang Wu was still a little dazed. He didn't understand why Wang Er suddenly wanted to run away, nor why everyone suddenly started to fight...

"Brother Wang, what's going on?"

Before he finished speaking, the thug next to him suddenly punched him in the abdomen.

Tang Wu felt pain, covered his stomach, and slowly knelt down.

Before he could react to what happened, another thug had already hit him on the back of the head with a stick.

This stick was mixed with spiritual power and was very powerful. After the hit, the stick was stained with blood, and Tang Wu slowly fell to the ground.

Wang Ermu shouted anxiously:

"Tang Wu!"

Although he and Tang Wu had different surnames, they grew up together and mined together, and they had a good relationship.

He wanted to escape alone just now, but he was just afraid for a moment and wanted to run instinctively, but he didn't expect that Wang Lai and others would actually attack Tang Wu.

How could they kill him without any grudges?

Wang Er's eyes were bloodshot, and he angrily said to Wang Lai:

"Wang Laipi, you fucking..."

A thug punched him in the face, interrupting him, and then someone else hit him on the head with a stick.

Blood oozed from Wang Er's head, and his head slowly drooped.

Old Yu collapsed to the ground and said bitterly:

"Wang Lai, what do you want?"

Wang Lai shrugged, "You poor ghosts, you suffer in life, it's better to die, suffer less, and let me earn some spiritual stones to spend."

Old Yu's face turned pale.

He should have thought of it long ago.

Wang Lai is a jackal, and it is impossible to share meat with a jackal, just like trying to get skin from a tiger.

I shouldn't have been greedy for a while and believed Wang Lai's words.

Old Yu said fearfully, "Let us go. I'll give you whatever you want."

Wang Lai sneered, "What do you have? I don't know if all your belongings are worth a spirit stone. What's there to talk about?"

"Tang Wu and the others are still young. Don't..."

"Young and strong people are more expensive."

A thug said, "Brother, it's getting late. We can't stay here for long."

Wang Lai nodded, "That's right."

He turned his head and glanced at Old Yu, smiling:

"I told you, wealth and honor are sought in danger. If you don't encounter some danger, how can you get wealth and honor? But this risk is yours, and wealth and honor are mine."

Old Yu's voice was a little trembling, "What benefit can you get from killing us?"

Wang Lai smiled, "Don't worry about it."

Several thugs took out iron chains from storage bags and locked Wang Er and Tang Wu.

Wang Lai warned, "Open their hearts and kill them. Don't hurt their limbs or break their skin."

Then he looked at Old Yu again, "I'll do this old man."

Wang Lai had a high level of cultivation and ruthless means. He wanted to kill Old Yu without any effort.

When death was approaching, Old Yu was both frightened and regretful.

I shouldn't have been greedy and dealt with people like Wang Lai.

Then he felt deeply guilty.

The life of a miner was miserable. His son died early, and he depended on his grandson for life.

Once he died, leaving a lonely grandson, how could he live...

If he died, would the little grandson who depended on him for life have clothes to wear, would he have a bite to eat, would he be bullied, would he starve to death on the street at night...

Old Yu was bitter and resentful.

He was in pain because he couldn't take care of his grandson, and he regretted his greed.

With tears in his eyes, he begged bitterly:

"Wang Lai, I beg you, spare my life, please... my little grandson..."

Wang Lai was not moved at all, holding the knife in his right hand, raised it high, and a callous sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Old Yu felt like he was falling into an ice cellar, and could only watch the knife cut into his chest.

His old tears became cold, and his eyes were full of despair.

At this moment, a deep red fire flashed by in an instant, illuminating the dark mine.

The fire was dazzling, and the surging fire spirit power rushed towards him.

Old Yu couldn't help but close his eyes. After a moment, when he opened his eyes again, he found that his chest was intact and he was not dead.

He looked up dully and saw that Wang Lai's entire arm was burning with raging flames.

The deep red flames licked Wang Lai's arm, burning his right arm black. The knife in his right hand had already fallen to the ground.

Wang Lai suffered from the burning of the flames and half-knelt on the ground, struggling to make a sound.

Old Yu's numb mind gradually came back to his senses.

Was that... Fireball?