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?"

Mo Hua shook his head, "It's too noisy."

"How do we get in?"

Mo Hua pointed at the lock, "There's 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 formations..."

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

"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.

A first-class seven-pattern iron lock formation.

Mo Hua randomly drew a few formation patterns, and on the iron lock, light flashed and then faded, and with a "click", it opened.

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

Bai Zisheng was a little surprised.

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

This secret door was a little heavy, and it was not easy to push since he was not a physical 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 was stopped by Bai Zisheng just as he was about to go in.

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

Mo Hua is not a physical 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, and understood Bai Zisheng's thoughts. After hesitating, he nodded.

Although he had already scanned it with his spiritual sense in advance 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:

"It's not dangerous, come in."

So Mo Hua and Bai Zixi also went in through 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.

It was night now, and there was no one in the mine.

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

All that could be seen 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, and then pointed to a road, saying, "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.

There were three thugs following 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, with an unspeakable ulterior motive.

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

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

"It's my first time too."

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

Wang Lai hesitated for a moment before slowly saying:

"I checked the 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, without saying much, but he was also worried.

He had already sensed that something was wrong.

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

But he said that it was his first time to steal the mine.

This was obviously impossible.

Even if he had stepped on it before, he couldn't be so familiar with it.

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

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

Just this one glance, but Old Yutou's heart skipped a beat.

Wang Lai's eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.

What do they want to do?

Old Yutou's back was covered with cold sweat.

But he could only follow Wang Lai and the others.

They walked deeper and deeper into the mine, and the more they walked, the more deadly 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 crowd by a few steps. While Wang Lai and his friends 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 looked 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 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 while and wanted to run instinctively, but he didn't expect that Wang Lai and others would actually attack Tang Wu.

How could they kill Tang Wu 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 are suffering even if you live, 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 can 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 their 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 take care of this old man."

Wang Lai has a high level of cultivation and ruthless means. It would be effortless for him to kill Old Yu.

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

He 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 and helpless 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 because of his greed.

He cried and 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 flame flashed in an instant, illuminating the dark mine.

The flames were 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, and the knife in his right hand had already fallen to the ground.

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

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

Was that... Fireball?