Lin Feng said calmly, with cold eyes, "Although I'm new here, I want to keep a low profile and don't want to cause trouble. But if you insist on giving me experience, I can't help it."
"Don't... don't come here! This is Black Bane Gang's territory! If you dare to touch me, the chief manager won't let you go!" The supervisor was frightened and suddenly pressed the red button on his waist.
"Woo--Woo--Woo--"
The harsh and rapid siren sounded throughout Black Baleful Mining District instantly.
Red warning lights flashed crazily in the dark mine.
"Enemy attack! There is a riot! Ninth Mining Pit There is a slave riot! Requesting support! Requesting support!"
The overseer yelled, as if grasping at straws.
Lin Feng stopped, raised his head and looked at the surging figures around him, as well as the powerful auras approaching quickly in the distance, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Shaking people, right?"
"Okay, it just so happens that I still need a tour guide. Now that I'm here, let's experience the customs and customs here first."
Lin Feng simply found a clean stone, sat down flatly, and crossed Second Son's legs.
He had just arrived in this world, and although he could understand the language roughly (the Great Dao rule comes with its own translation), he did not understand the distribution of forces and rules here.
If you go on a killing spree and slaughter this mining area now, it will be really cool, but it will easily attract real masters. If you provoke someone like God King God Emperor, you, a "newbie" who has just been promoted, will probably suffer.
It's better to... just use the trick.
Sneak in first, figure out the situation, and see if you can get any benefits. After all, if you are underdeveloped, don't waste it, that's the way to go.
"Come on, let me see how strong this Primordial Chaos World is." Lin Feng murmured to himself, his eyes shining with excitement.
Black Baleful Mining District·Ninth Mining Pit.
In less than half a minute, more than a dozen streams of light flew from all directions like meteors, surrounding Lin Feng.
These people wear uniform black iron armor, with a ferocious wolf head logo tattooed on their chests, and hold weapons such as long swords and swords in their hands. The aura on their bodies is stronger than that of the lizard-headed supervisor just now, and they are basically "Divine Human Realm" (equivalent to Peak Quasi-Saint or even Half-Step Sage of Primordial World).
The leader was a two-meter-five-meter-tall bald man with a sinewy face. His upper body was naked, revealing his rock-hard bronze muscles, and he carried a ghost-headed sword the size of a door panel on his back.
This person's aura has even reached "Divine Soldier Realm" (equivalent to the Heavenly Dao Sage level of Primordial World).
This is the manager of Ninth Mining District, Wang Meng known as "Butcher".
"What's going on? Who's causing trouble? Are you tired of living a crooked life?!"
Wang Meng landed on the ground, leaving two deep footprints on the ground. His eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake, scanning the whole place, and finally fixed on Lin Feng sitting on the stone.
The lizard-headed supervisor with the broken arm rolled over and ran over, crying with tears in his nose, "Boss! Help! This guy! He fell from the sky, he is a self-cultivation! My Spirit-Shattering Whip was shattered by his face! My hand was also disabled by him!"
"Fell from the sky?"
Wang Meng squinted his eyes and looked Lin Feng up and down.
He has thin skin and tender flesh, and looks to be less than twenty years old. There is no spiritual energy fluctuation on his body (Lin Feng has locked his aura with the system, and he looks like a mortal to outsiders). The clothes he wears are also that kind of strange fabric (T-shirt and jeans).
"Hmph, he's probably the unlucky guy who got caught up in the turbulence of space." Wang Meng made a judgment in his mind, "Or some dumb young man who ascended from Lower World didn't understand the rules and was thrown here without paying the protection fee."
In Primordial Chaos World, Lower World, if the ascended person does not have a powerful Jie Yin, or cannot pay the high "entry tax", he will be sold directly to the mining area as a slave. This kind of thing is too common. Moreover, the ascended person is often very talented, and his body has been tempered by thunder and calamity, and is durable, making him the best consumable.
"Boy, tell me your name." Wang Meng pulled out the ghost-headed sword from behind, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at Lin Feng's eyebrows, filled with murderous intent.
Lin Feng is currently trying his best to analyze the language package and basic laws of this world, and countless data streams are running crazily in his mind.
[Language pack parsing progress: 99%...100%. Loading completed.]
[Analysis of social structure: slave mining area where the weak eat the strong.]
[Current strategy suggestions: Show the enemy weakness, lurk, obtain intelligence, and find resources.]
Upon hearing Wang Meng's question, Lin Feng immediately became excited. He pretended to be scared and timid, raised his hands, and shook his body twice in response.
"Brother! Brother, don't kill me! I... I was passing by! I accidentally got lost!"
Lin Feng's acting skills, if placed on the earth, would definitely win Oscar a gold medal. The fledgling panic was so vivid.
Wang Meng Seeing this, the vigilance in his eyes dissipated a lot. It seemed to be a soft head. The person who shattered the whip just now probably had some body protection magic weapon given by his elders, or there was some secret technique that could be passively triggered.
"Passing by? I entered Black Baleful Mining District, the ghost of Black Bane Gang!"
Wang Meng sneered and waved his hand, "No matter who you are, since you are here, you have to work for Laozi! It just so happened that a few people died on the death row team and they are short of manpower. Come on, give him 'Spirit-Suppressing Shackles' and join him in the death row team!"
"Yes!"
Two Divine Human Realm guards walked over with a ferocious smile, holding a pair of dark and heavy shackles with bloody runes flowing on the surface.
This "Spirit-Suppressing Shackles" is made of Deep-Sea Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Iron, and is engraved with high-level sealing runes. Once worn, the wearer's spiritual power will be continuously extracted through the meridians of the wrist, like gangrene attached to the bone, making the person weak and unable to maintain basic physical strength, and even unable to commit suicide.
This is a torture instrument specially used to deal with those thorn-headed slaves or prisoners of war.
Lin Feng looked at the shackles, an imperceptible glint flashed in his eyes.
He did not resist and allowed the guards to fasten the cold and heavy shackles on both his wrists.
"Crack!"
The sound of the machine spring locking was heard.
Immediately afterwards, the blood-colored runes on the shackles lit up red, and a powerful suction force came, trying to forcefully extract the power from Lin Feng's body.
"Haha, if you enter the death row team, you can't even think of getting out alive." Wang Meng sneered, "These shackles will make your life worse than death. If you mine well, you may be able to live a few more days."
However, he did not see the painful and twisted expression on Lin Feng's face.
On the contrary, Lin Feng felt a little... comfortable? Like someone was giving his wrist a warm massage.
"How do these shackles... look like a power bank?"