In the mine tunnel, Xie Changsheng opened his eyes again.
He slowly stood up and dusted himself off.
This time, he was in no hurry to run.
He crouched down and first took the Storage Ring from Fatty Wang's corpse.
Inside were some pills he had taken countless times, along with a few battered magic artifacts.
Only after that did he charge into another mine tunnel.
The hundredth time.
He had already memorized every fork and hidden corner in this tunnel, even which rocks could conceal someone and which paths ended in dead ends.
He knew his way around as well as if he were going home.
Xie Changsheng strolled to the middle of the tunnel and crouched behind a seemingly ordinary rock.
Five breaths later.
Two overseers came chasing after him.
"Where is he?"
"He was just..."
Before he could finish.
A cold gleam flashed.
Dao Slash.
One man's head fell off.
The other's chest was pierced through, blood spraying across the wall.
Two corpses fell.
Xie Changsheng caught his breath, bent down to pick up their Storage Pouches, and kept running.
The two hundredth time.
The same tunnel again.
This time, Xie Changsheng did not hide.
He sat in a dark corner, leisurely nibbling on half a piece of dry rations he had just picked up.
When the two overseers caught up and saw him sitting there eating, they froze for a moment before breaking into savage grins.
"Can't run anymore?"
"Come back quietly with me, and maybe..."
Xie Changsheng raised his head.
He was still chewing, but his eyes were fixed on the tall overseer's feet.
"This time..."
"Why did you step with your left foot first?"
The two men froze.
The two overseers stood stunned.
What left foot, right foot?
What nonsense was this mine