Three days later.
Zhou Mo had disguised himself as an ordinary laborer looking for work. Panting heavily, he swung his hoe and mined the Eerie Ore before him. The Eternal Night Continent had plenty of untapped Eerie Ore deposits, and nearby cities would recruit workers to mine them. Migrant laborers loved this kind of work. It was tiring, but the pay was good.
Besides, the Mortal Domain paid their wages, so there was no chance of payment being delayed.
The Eerie Ore deposit he was working at happened to be near the Strange Village.
That was a good thing.
Sure enough, quite a few farmers from the village had signed up to work at this mine too. Everything seemed perfectly normal.
Zhou Mo straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead, casually glancing at the people nearby. They were all Left Wing-handed and busy working, seemingly no different from ordinary people.
When they were tired, they drank water and rested.
They exchanged a few words.
They chatted about everyday life, discussing exactly the same things as ordinary villagers.
Without spending a long time around them, it was impossible to notice anything wrong.
He was a level 20 martial artist.
Physical labor of this intensity naturally wouldn't make him sweat. He had forced himself to sweat with spiritual energy so that he would look like an ordinary person.
Yet that single glance suddenly revealed something wrong with his surroundings.
Nearly a thousand people had originally been working at this Eerie Ore deposit, including over a hundred from the Strange Village. But at some point, everyone mining around him had become a resident of the Strange Village.
The other laborers were all working elsewhere.
They were only a few dozen meters away.
Yet...
He had the faint feeling that he could