Something that could move Li Jinghong's heart... what was it? Clearly, it couldn't be ordinary money.
Chu Mu had never seen Li Jinghong be tempted by money. The only time he had ever seen him moved—or rather, seen greed in him—had been this one time... the mysterious, higher-level extraordinary inheritance from Qili Village.
In other words, what moved Li Jinghong was a higher-level mystery of the extraordinary.
And that White-Robed Man, arriving fresh on the scene, had hunted down the youth, then refined the old man's corpse into a Dried Corpse.
What could move the White-Robed Man's heart clearly could not be worldly scraps of paper money either. It had to be extraordinary benefits on his level.
In other words... hidden in the Mine was some sort of treasure that could move even an extraordinary being on the White-Robed Man's level.
Suddenly, Chu Mu thought of the source of all this turmoil.
That was the Mine production-increase order issued by Prefecture City.
Looking at it now, it should have been the will of the Nanshan Li Family.
But no matter what, all the turmoil in Nanshan Town, and even Qinghe County during this period, had been caused by that single sheet of orders.
The corvée labor burden that had already been difficult to bear had been artificially made heavier again, which had led to the civil uprising in Qili Village, and only then to the present turmoil.
And could this source be the reason Li Jinghong and that White-Robed Man were searching the Mine for a so-called treasure?
As far as Chu Mu knew, the Nanshan Iron Mine had been mined for decades. Though its annual output had fluctuated, there had never been any demand for a large-scale increase in production.
There was undoubtedly still such a possibility.
Chu Mu