"This Time, It's Your Turn."

Three days later.

Zhou Mo had disguised himself as an ordinary laborer looking for work. Panting heavily, he swung the hoe in his hands as he mined the Ghost Ore before him. There were many unmined Ghost Ore deposits on the Eternal Night Continent, and nearby cities would gather workers whenever one was opened. This was also the favorite kind of work for migrant laborers. Though it was a little exhausting, the pay was substantial.

And the Mortal Domain issued the wages, so there was certainly no delay in payment.

The Ghost Ore mine where he was currently working happened to be near Strange Village.

That was a good thing.

Quite a few farmers from that village had also signed up to mine this Ghost Ore deposit, and everything appeared perfectly normal.

Zhou Mo straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Out of the corner of his eye, he casually glanced at several people nearby. They were all left-handed, busily working away, and looked no different from ordinary people.

When they got tired, they drank water and rested.

They exchanged a few words.

They chatted about household matters, no differently from ordinary commoners.

If one had not spent a long time around them, one truly would not notice anything wrong.

He was a level 20 martial artist.

Labor of this intensity naturally would not make him sweat. He had forcibly used spiritual energy to make himself sweat, making himself look like an ordinary person.

Yet with that one glance, he suddenly noticed something seemed off around him.

There had originally been quite a few people at this Ghost Ore mine—nearly a thousand working away in all. Over a hundred people had come from Strange Village, but at some unknown point, everyone mining near him had become people from