Chapter 170: The Devil Descends Again at Kuacang Mountain
Seeing that Zong Qing was about to die, Gu Qingyuan locked the God of Plague in place and turned away. He just happened to be there. Zong Qing had made many good friends, and if he was to be enthroned after his death, at least he would be able to sit securely on the throne of a city god.

Recently, Gu Qingyuan has made some progress in his research on the priesthood. An existence like Zong Qing, who has no priesthood but a fake body but still has the power of will of all living beings, is rare in a century. He is truly a first-class experimental sample.

"Using the power of the Great Heavenly Official to pry open the heaven and earth, bypassing the Heavenly Rules to perform Fengshan, this is feasible, but the conditions on all sides are a bit harsh and the restrictions are too great."

Zong Qing was confused and saw only a green-robed figure leaving, which seemed familiar.

"That is... Mr. Xu?"

Gu Qingyuan no longer cared about it. He sorted out his gains in his mind and returned home.

Kuancang Mountain.

Crash, crash.

It was the sound of chains hitting stones.

The red sun lost its last ray of light, and the entire Kuancang Mountain fell into deep darkness. Only a few torches illuminated the square piece of land, casting shadows of hunched people passing by.

The cave was like a huge, skinny mouth that swallowed people, hiding one figure after another inside. In the deathly silence, only the sound of handcuffs rubbing against the solid ground proved that this group of people were still alive.

During the day, these people would be freed from the shackles, but at night, everyone would be hung with heavy iron chains like animals.

slave.

The chains on their feet and the whip marks on their backs revealed their identities.

The cave is the "home" of this group of slaves. The pile of straw on the ground is their bed. The only decent thing is a large wooden barrel, which contains enough water for the slaves in the cave to use for a week. As for the turbid appearance, that is a trivial matter.

Still have to live.

The Kuancang Mountain is like a beehive. More than a thousand slaves live in the hundreds of caves of various sizes. Their main job is to dig stones, lots and lots of stones. As for what they dig the stones for, no one will tell a slave why they do this or what they are doing. No one cares.

Even the slaves themselves didn't care.

A cry that was inaudible to ordinary people was heard, and a young man on the thatched pile opened his eyes.

Fang Han waited quietly for the other three slaves to drink the water in the wooden barrels, then squeeze in beside him and curl up to fall asleep before he got up quietly.

Coming to the big bucket, he took some water and carefully scrubbed his arms. His hands were covered with thick calluses, but his movements were gentle and solemn, as if he was going to keep an important appointment.

He raised his hand and splashed some water on his back. The cold water splashed on the back that was covered with blood and whip marks, but Fang Han didn't even make a sound. The wound was already covered with mud and pebbles. If it wasn't rinsed, it would only fester and become hot.

A slave opened his eyes, looked around, grumbled a few times and then ignored him. There was enough water, but the sound of water was a bit annoying. However, he did not want to get up and could not waste his energy on meaningless things.

Fang Han looked at the reflection in the water, which showed a young man in his twenties. He could vaguely see his former handsome appearance, the way he lived in the sunshine. 'Just like the previous few times.'

He didn't lie down because the thatch was dirty and would contaminate the wound.

Under the cover of night, a black shuttle appeared in Fang Han's hand. He looked at the other three slaves in the cave. The cave was a little small and they were not far away. There was only some place to stand next to the big bucket.

'It's time to go. We need to take care of them, or they will start to cry.'

He had no magic power in his body, so he just used the black shuttle as a strong weapon. He slowly moved to the right angle, and as if he had practiced it thousands of times, he inserted it into the necks of the three slaves one by one, and blocked their screams back into their stomachs.

Using soil to cover up the smell of blood, Fang Han skillfully pried open the anklet with a black shuttle and walked silently out of the cave.

There were torches lit up at intervals outside the cave for lighting, and supervisors were patrolling back and forth. Fang Han walked on the edge of the shadows, with his vision in a blind spot. The supervisor could clearly see him by turning his head slightly, but he danced on the edge of the knife like a speedrunner, and escaped unharmed.

When they got out of the mine, Fang Han didn't disturb anyone.

"Fortunately, my uncle only sold me to this mortal mine. If there were monks here, I would not be so relaxed now. There are no secrets in the mine, and there are many slaves. Now that I have escaped, according to my experience in my previous life, no one should come to claim me."

Fang Han's eyes darkened as he thought about it. His parents died when he was young, and he was adopted and raised by his uncle and aunt. They cared about him and took great care of him. He was extremely grateful, but he did not expect that his aunt and uncle wanted his parents' inheritance. They pretended to build a plank road but secretly took away all the wealth of his parents. They then sold him and him into the mines as a slave.

He covered his face, but a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

'It's a pity that the mediocre person didn't know the principle of cutting the grass at its roots, but instead coveted small amounts of money. It's also my fault for not being able to judge people well and being greedy for family affection, which almost cost me my life. In my last life, I made a mistake and ended up exploding myself, cutting off my path to immortality. In this life, I will definitely cut off the barriers and enjoy eternal life! '

Fang Han raised his hand, and the black shuttle appeared. This treasure is called the 'Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Demon-Slaying Shuttle'. It does not have much killing power itself, but it is a treasure of heaven and earth, an immortal weapon of the universe, which can travel through time and be reborn in another life.

This life is already Fang Han’s second life.

In the first life, he could not see his uncle's true face clearly, so he fell into the mine and became a slave. He was trapped in the mine for several years before he escaped. After many plans, he obtained the immortal law. He encountered many difficulties step by step, but was restricted by his qualifications and resources. His cultivation was low, and he was trapped in shallow water. He was stabbed in the back for being kind to others, and his century-old foundation was taken away by his brothers. He was surrounded by intrigues and deceptions, and met a beautiful woman, but he could only watch her die at the hands of a powerful enemy.

Fang Han, who has seen through the warmth and coldness of the world, understands the truth that kindness brings bad results and weakness is a sin, so he abandons those useless good thoughts, leaving only a ruthless and heartless devil heart, and only seeks immortality, snatching souls, refining soul flags, beheading immortals and gods, seizing the way to become an immortal, and eventually becoming a giant in the devil way. It happened that the passage to heaven and earth was broken. In order to seek eternal life, Fang Han stepped into the sky, ascended to the heaven, and got the secret. In the end, he made a mistake and blew up the rest of his life. By chance, he got this black shuttle, which brought him back to his youth. Now it is his second life and he starts over.

"It's true that hair turns white in the morning and white in the evening, success and failure are nothing in the blink of an eye," Fang Han looked up at the sky, "Now the connection between heaven and earth still exists, Immortal Lord, you say that fate is predestined, and I am a chess piece. Aren't you also trapped in the sky, unable to escape? The heavenly palace is lonely, wait for me, Fang Han, to meet you in the future and settle the cause and effect!"

Thinking of this, Fang Han shook his head. Now he has no cultivation at all. He has only relied on his life experience to review various situations and break through the impasse with Wusuo. Even if his ambitions are high, he still needs to keep his feet on the ground.

"I must transform the advantages of my rebirth into resources as soon as possible. When I rise, I will stir up the world and disrupt the cause and effect. All the things in my previous life can only be used as a reference," Fang Han thought for a while, "Fortunately, I have already reviewed the situation and collected information from all sides, in order to rise in my second life. Fifty miles northwest of Kuancang Mountain, there is a cultivator's cave, which should have been discovered in three years. It should have become the basis of my practice!"

He determined the direction and strode away.

(End of this chapter)