Chapter 367 A Dream I Don’t Want to Break

Wang Min said to all the black men digging holes: "Come up, I will help you dig."

The black man who spoke to me seemed to have finished his break.

Wen Yan looked at Wang Min's not-so-strong body, the thinner boy next to him, and a fair-skinned young man wearing not-so-luxurious but clean clothes.

There is even a girl in the background.

He smiled.

Grab your tools and keep digging.

Zhu Xingguo spoke unhappily: "My master asked you to come up, but why didn't you do anything? Do you still have to catch me for you?"

"Master?" The black man glanced at the middle-aged man next to Zhu Xingguo suspiciously, his eyes lingered on the broad palm for a moment, and he said with a hint of realization: "You are all descendants of noble people, right? This kind of menial work doesn't look good. It’s nothing, but it’s actually very harmful to your body, so you’d better stay away so that we don’t get blamed for bumping into noble people again. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah???”

As he spoke, the man screamed.

It turned out that Wang Wen didn't hesitate and just waved his hands to lift them all up.

The black men were so frightened that they lay tightly on the transparent platform and did not dare to move. They remained in a crawling posture until they were placed on the ground on the shore.

Wang Min didn't explain either.

They lifted themselves up to the top of the pit and observed it for a while.

This deep pit is a very ordinary river-shaped lake. There is an obvious river mouth downstream. The large and small pits scattered around it should have been integrated, but now the lake has dried up and the bottom bed has been revealed.

Wang Min first tried to use energy to turn into a giant blade that reaches the sky and dig down along the bottom of the pit.

Large chunks of earth and rock were dug out.

Together with many strange corpses and impurities, they were placed on the shore in a deserted place.

When those black men saw such a magical power that could move mountains and reclaim seas, they were so frightened that they lay on the ground and kept kowtowing, shouting about gods and other things.

The young man was also frightened by Wang Wei's sudden appearance.

He thought that his estimate of the opponent was already high enough, but he didn't expect that he would have to go even higher.

Even if he is an immortal with this kind of ability, he must be a very high-level immortal. How can ordinary immortals waste so much mana!

Wang Min didn't care about the mood of the people on the shore.

Keep digging deeper.

This kind of energy consumption cannot be said to be reduced at all. Even the natural recovery of the spirit recovery technique can more than make up for it. Even because the energy has no upper limit, it is constantly reaching new highs every moment.

The metal ball obtained by the Super Empire really helped him a lot.

Wang Wei felt that she must thank the kind person who ordered the metal ball to be left to her if she had the opportunity.

Just say a few words to the tablet.

No metal balls.

He really can't use energy as freely as he does now.

Repairing with the power of the world at the integer level requires a huge amount of points.

Recovering with skills also consumes the number of times of [Unity of Heaven and Man].

It takes a lot of time to recover my own movement skills and I can't do anything else.

It doesn't take long for the energy to be restored to 100% to be exhausted.

Extremely inconvenient.

How can it be increasing anytime and anywhere like now?

Don’t be constrained by “one hundred percent.”

Wang Min waved her hand and continued digging to the bottom of the pit.

Until there is no more pile on the shore.

The bottom of the pit has also become a hard stone that is difficult to dig.

He slowly stopped, returned to the shore and said to the black man: "Look, there is really no water underneath."

The man stared at Wang Min blankly, repeating the word "immortal" unconsciously.

Wang Min could no longer communicate.

No longer paying attention to the black man, he took the replica [She Shuizhu] from Zhu Xingguo's hand, tore it open, and threw it into the deep pit from a distance.

A waterfall-like roar came from far below.

One [She Shui Bead] filled approximately half of the deep pit.

Turbid muddy water rose up from the bottom.

The air is filled with moist water vapor.

This sound that had not been heard for a long time, as well as the moisture that had not been felt for a long time, woke up all the dull and numb people.

Groups of people crawled to the shore on hands and knees and looked into the pit.

Seeing that there was indeed water at the bottom of the pit, the people on the shore went crazy.

One by one, they jumped down like dumplings.

It doesn’t matter the height or whether you can swim.

Wang Min reluctantly caught the person, brought him back to the shore, and put him there, and then used a transparent barrier to stop the excited crowd.

His hands kept tearing open the [She Shuizhu] and throwing it to the bottom of the pit.

Until two more [She Shui Beads] were thrown down.

The deep pit finally showed its "surface" appearance.

The water flows downstream along the faintly visible river channel.

There are small holes of different sizes filled along the way.

The residential area gathered around the pit seemed to come alive. People struggled to get up from the ground and scrambled to roll into the muddy water.

It doesn't matter how murky and dirty the muddy water is.

He picked up the water and poured it into his stomach.

Some people simply put their heads in the water and drank.

The group of black men digging a pit near Wang Min saw muddy water pouring out of the bottom of the pit.

One after another burst into tears.

From what they said, thanking the gods was more about helping dig the hole.

As for where the water comes from?

Having experienced too much in a short period of time, my nerves have become dull and my consciousness has become blurred.

He couldn't distinguish or see the few small beads dropped from Wang Min's hand.

I thought the water was really dug out from the bottom of the lake!

They cried with joy.

Holding each other's hands and crying.

People around them also surrounded them like heroes.

These assholes think they are right.

I thought there was really water at the bottom of the lake.

Even if there are no gods, they can dig out water if they keep digging.

They think that their persistence and efforts are correct.

There is real hope for the future.

The arrival of the gods only brings hope forward.

The black men were crying like children in confinement, but their faces had a divine brilliance that transcended life and death.

It is the satisfaction of touching hope with your own hands.

Zhu Xingguo watched the people cheering and listened to their words, and he wanted to tell them angrily that there was no water at all at the bottom of the lake.

Nothing at all.

Water is also transformed by "gods"!

It has nothing to do with your efforts!

You idiots are simply wrong!

Wang Wen stopped him.

He took a deep look at the tears and sweat on the men's faces.

He lifted everyone up and left silently along the restored river.

he thinks.

It's good to have hope.

It seems that it would be nice not to expose some misunderstandings.

At least those black men will have memories that make them proud throughout their lives.

Wang Min didn't want to shatter their beautiful dreams.

Just let them sleep forever.

You won't necessarily wake up happier than you are now.

Everyone respected Wang Wen's decision, and no one tried to expose the beautiful misunderstanding.

Follow the river downwards, and when you encounter terrain where the water strength is not enough, add more water.

When the river bed has been dry for too long and has become deformed and blocked, accident-prone areas are dug again to ensure that the direction of the water flow will not change easily.

Return again to a small village that we passed before.

Those skinny people sitting on the field ridges in a daze waiting to die seemed to have discovered the moisture of the land.

He grabbed a small cluster of dirt and stuffed it into his mouth to taste it.

After a long while, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the river in the distance.

Then he shouted heartbreakingly, danced and rushed towards the river. He fell down several times on the way and became bruised and swollen without realizing it.

I ran to the river in one breath, looked at the mud as muddy as stool, and cried so hard that I couldn't even shed tears.

After crying for a while, he buried his head in the water and drank.

Drink for a while and then throw your head back and cry.

Wang Wen and his party "flying" in the sky silently looked at the various forms of life below.

The mood is complicated, and there is an indescribable feeling.