Old Friend in the Mine, Dragon Corpse Beetle

Inside the Cao family mine, there had recently been an extra miner wandering about everywhere.

And every day, he was drunk as a lord. Once work ended, he would use his pitiful amount of ore to trade for a bowl of cheap liquor.

That man was Fang Shu. The reason he drank was merely to conceal his true intentions.

Because his recent behavior was far too different from that of ordinary miners—wandering about every day, no longer able to keep as low a profile as before—he had simply disguised himself as a drunkard.

Sure enough.

Seeing him drunk every day, occasionally asking about treasure-digging, everyone assumed he was another delusional fool.

The miners and mine slaves had seen plenty of people like this, hoping to strike it rich through mining. They all treated him as a joke and thought nothing more of it.

Whenever Fang Shu got off work and chatted with them, the miners and mine slaves would laugh:

"Boss Hu is here!"

"Did you dig up any good ore today? Got enough capital to open a shop or start a business?"

Fang Shu did not argue with them. He simply acted as though he truly were a mine owner who had yet to grow rich, endlessly boasting to them while probing indirectly for all kinds of information about the mine.

Only after enough people had mocked him did he pretend to show a little impatience. "Once I make my fortune, don't say I didn't lift you brothers up!"

"Hahaha!" Seeing him like this, the others grew even more delighted and burst into laughter.

That day.

Fang Shu got off work as usual. For four or five days now, he had not seen the Gold-Seeking Insect beneath the mine, nor had he found even a trace of it. He