Chapter 28 Recruiting Cannon Fodder

For a while, the casual cultivators in several surrounding immortal houses all set out on the road to the Red Spirit Gold Mine to mine.

Thirty spiritual stones a month.

That’s three hundred and sixty spiritual stones a year.

This income is much higher than that of the internal cultivators of ordinary immortal houses.

Compared with He Song, a spiritual plant husband who only earns one hundred and fifty spiritual stones a year, his income has more than doubled.

Most ordinary casual cultivators live a life of licking blood on the edge of a knife.

Now that there is a mining job that is neither dangerous nor high-income, it will naturally not be missed.

As a result, there are fewer casual cultivators coming and going in Zhushan Immortal House.

The originally bustling Zhushan Immortal House seems a little empty these days.

"Fellow Daoist He, do you know the news about the Red Spirit Gold Mine?" Eating at the same table with He Song, Lin Cong naturally heard the news that He Song could hear.

For a while, Lin Cong's eyes became a little hot, and he seemed to have a great interest in mining.

In his opinion.

Mining is definitely safer than hunting monsters in the outside world.

Moreover, the income from mining is not lower than risking one's life to hunt monsters.

If it is possible, he would like to give it a try.

He can earn the spirit stones safely.

Who wants to live on the edge of a knife?

"Chiling Gold Mine" He Song's mind flashed the image of Meng Guan.

I don't know how Meng Guan is doing in Chiling Gold Mine.

Speaking of which.

It has been half a month since Meng Guan left Zhushan Xianfang and went to Chiling Gold Mine to mine, right? No news has been sent back so far, which makes He Song a little worried.

However, facing Lin Cong's inquiry at this moment, He Song thought of what Lin Cong had just said to him.

After thinking about it, he quickly made a decision.

Well, he persuaded him again to prevent his good friend from rushing to the mining area without hesitation.

"Friend Lin, this is out of my mouth and into your ears, don't spread it everywhere." He whispered to Lin Cong first.

Then, under the gaze of Lin Cong, He Song took out a piece of paper from his sleeve.

This paper was originally used to fold paper cranes and use the sound transmission technique.

But there were many people here, and it was easy for people to hear what they said.

Therefore, He Song could only resort to this last resort.

Spiritual power surged between his fingers.

Strands of spiritual power escaped and quickly carved a line of words on the paper.

"The Red Spirit Gold Mine only recruits casual cultivators, not cultivators from the Immortal Square."

After carving the words, He Song handed the paper to Lin Cong, and then continued to taste the food.

However, after handing the paper to Lin Cong, He Song felt relieved.

Before, Lin Cong told him the secret of breaking through the middle stage of Qi training from the early stage of Qi training, which was a favor.

He originally wanted to use the information in the books about the common sense of the world of cultivation in the Spirit Skill Pavilion as an exchange, but unfortunately Lin Cong didn't seem to listen.

He was still worried that he couldn't return this favor.

Now it's all right.

This piece of paper was enough for He Song to repay this favor.

At this moment, even if Lin Cong no longer went to the Spiritual Skills Pavilion to read those miscellaneous books, He Song's favor had already been repaid.

"This" On the side, Lin Cong, who had just taken the paper, widened his eyes.

However, no matter how shocked he was, after reading the handwriting, a trace of spiritual power fluctuation flashed across Lin Cong's hand.

When the spiritual power fluctuation dissipated, the paper in Lin Cong's hand had already turned into powder and quickly drifted away with the wind.

The paper disappeared.

As if it had never appeared.

But at this moment, Lin Cong's heart was in turmoil.

Just a quick glance, he knew what kind of horrifying events were recorded in the paper that He Song gave him.

Under what circumstances would mining only recruit casual cultivators?

Under what circumstances would casual cultivators be recruited to go mining?

Under what circumstances would a small mine send several foundation-building cultivators to sit in charge?

He didn't know all of these.

But he knew one thing.

The more tightly guarded a place is, the more likely it is to contain some kind of treasure, and at the same time, the greater the hidden danger.

For a moment, Lin Cong, who had thought about this clearly, broke out in a cold sweat.

Before, he thought that if possible, it would be more comfortable to go mining by himself than to hunt monsters in the outside world.

But now he understands.

With such a high reward, they are not recruiting miners, but cannon fodder!

Perhaps, in that Chiling gold mine, there are still unknown dangers waiting for these cannon fodder.

Under the suppression of several foundation-building monks.

Even if the cannon fodder collectively resisted, it is unlikely to cause any waves.

As for what is in it, that is not something he can know.

While sweating coldly, Lin Cong looked at He Song with a deep sense of gratitude at this moment.

"Thank you for saving my life, fellow Taoist!" Lin Cong bowed deeply to He Song, and felt that his previous intention to make friends with He Song was the most correct thing he had ever done in his life!

If he hadn't been interested in making friends with He Song five years ago.

I'm afraid that he would have gone to the Chiling Gold Mine excitedly at this moment.

And by then, what would happen to him?

Thinking of this, Lin Cong couldn't help but feel more grateful to He Song, and was extremely excited about becoming He Song's friend.

Making friends with He Song could really save his life!

He Song didn't know what Lin Cong was thinking.

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But the note that he handed over casually made Lin Cong's expression change drastically, which was what He Song expected.

This was the news from Wei Fan, who was in the late stage of Qi training, half a month ago.

Although the news of the Red Spirit Gold Mine has spread throughout the Xianfang, there are probably very few people like He Song who know the secrets.

In this way, it is no problem to use it to shock casual cultivators like Lin Cong.

There are too few channels for casual cultivators to get information.

"Daoyou, please don't spread it. This matter is secret. If someone tracks it down," He Song naturally has a good idea about Lin Cong's character after five years, but he still needs to warn him.

Although this matter is not forbidden to spread outside.

Wei Fan casually told He Song and Meng Guan.

But even if it is spread to the ears of casual cultivators, few casual cultivators will believe it.

On the contrary, they will even think that this is a lie made up by someone who doesn't want them to earn spirit stones.

But He Song deliberately made the matter more serious, so as to stop Lin Cong from asking more questions.

After all, He Song only knew this much.

If he continued to ask, it would be He Song himself who would be embarrassed.

"Fellow Daoist He, you are worrying too much. I am very tight-lipped. Come, drink, drink, and don't go home until you are drunk!" Facing He Song's criticism, Lin Cong was alert and a little scared.

As a casual cultivator, he didn't know what He Song was thinking at the moment. Instead, he reminded He Song specifically, and developed a better impression of He Song in his heart.