The pale-faced man immediately urged the corpse carrying pole onward, step by step entering Lead Mountain Mine.
What was strange was that although he encountered quite a few miners along the way, they all turned a blind eye, passing right by him without a care.
Only the more perceptive immortals suddenly felt a chill at their sides, as if an icy wind had swept past. Yet when they turned to look, they found nothing amiss.
After the pale-faced man entered the Cao mine, the sight of corpses strewn everywhere across the mine made the smile on his face grow even broader.
Especially when he followed the mine's spiritual energy into the White Bone Medicine Grotto and saw the mountain-like heaps of bones, he was beside himself with joy.
"Hee, such a treasure ground must not be missed!
There are abundant living creatures and blood food here, with astonishing resentment. I must properly refine a few Dao soldiers!"
At once, the man concealed himself within the White Bone Grotto and began gathering the accumulated death qi, corpse qi, and other such things to carry out his secret art.
As for his actions, neither the other mine owners nor the people in the market town noticed anything at all.
Unable to find the culprit behind last night's unrest for the time being, they continued dealing with the mine's troubles, hunting down mine slaves, and thinking of every possible way to carve up the Cao mine's shares.
Those who had failed to claim a share of the mine swiftly turned their attention to the miners and mine slaves within the Cao mine.
Before such visible benefits, they suppressed the wariness in their hearts and scrambled to take these miners and mine slaves for their own use, driving them into the bitterest, most exhausting