"Passing through this mine is the'Holy Spirit Mountain' on the opposite side. If it is the White Demon mentioned in your mouth, I think they will imprison him there." Luomo pointed to the opposite mountain, showing a sense of awe. Look.
"There? What place is that?" Jie Lan was in awe of the mountain's uniqueness.
"Everyone here will feel ridiculous for the existence of these two mountains. One is a purgatory-like battlefield, and behind it is the Sanctuary Mountain leading to the land of the Holy Spirit. These people wait in purgatory every day. Torture, waiting for death, and what is ridiculous is that the so-called mountain of the Holy Spirit looked down at them mockingly, watching them panting like soulless slaves, and finally perishing. What’s more ridiculous is that these people still look forward to it. The soul after death enters the Sanctuary Mountain and is protected by eternal life."
Lomo's heart always has hatred for the gods, holiness, and everything that is regarded as supreme in the world, as if there was a long-lasting cold imprint on his heart, burning his torn heart.
Behind the mountain, there was a faint sound of stone-refining and mining, and Jie Lan's mood became more and more serious, "Whether it is Purgatory or Sanctuary, it doesn't make any difference to me, let's go!"
Jie Lan walked ahead, Luo Mo looked at Jie Lan’s hard figure, this woman, beautiful and unreliable, like a blooming peony, can never hide her charm, for myself, meeting her, Luo Mo can’t Know whether it is luck or misfortune.
But he would rather it be a blessing that he was born with, even though he had no luck in this life.
Going up to the top of the side peak, it is a large mining farm. A pit of hundreds of meters long and tens of meters deep has been dug in the middle of the mine. It seems that the ore in the center of the mountain has been mined. Thousands of people are densely populated. They are all like the original Lomo, with their upper bodies, bare feet, and ragged trousers. There is no one on their backs or between their legs without deep whip marks. Some looked quite sturdy, while some were as thin as a corpse, leaving only their skeleton supporting the useless body.
Each of them had a stiff expression and worked silently. Hundreds of them were mining ore between the cliffs. Some were picking ore, putting only the best ore in the basket, and then let others put it in the basket. The ore picks up into the cave on the right, and it seems that the hole extends to another place.
And in every place, there were several soldiers guarding them with whips. They waved their whips. The crisp'crackling' on their bodies was endless, but with every whip on these hard workers, they did not react at all. , As if the pain caused by the whip has long been accustomed and forgotten, they are just hanging their heads and working with expressionless faces, like they have lost their souls.
"Where did these people come from?" Jie Lan trembled a little.
"They are all convicted prisoners in the city, but among them, any of them will be the real prisoners, but they are all vain charges."
"Prisoner? Did the city lord allow prisoners to be coolies?"