Huo Lin can't come

Old Zoran looked at Annam. The faded linen clothes, gray but pale and delicate skin like an infected disease, looked like they couldn't do physical labor. However, Old Zolon was different from others - he firmly believed that mining required luck. "Unfortunately, Holin was hit by a stone in just one day. I hope you can bring good luck," he said

Who are you from Holin

I am Martin's cousin

Old Zolon's face softened slightly as he spoke about the rules of the gold mine. The muddy and slang accent made it almost impossible for Annan to understand... but it's not difficult to guess - stealing gold mines is prohibited.

Martin, take him to the shack first. "Old Zoran waved his hand and noticed that Martin was still." Martin

Martin straightened his chest and said, "He's my cousin

……

Martin, who was slow to react, followed the limping old Zoran towards the gold mine. The barren land outside the mine on this desolate hill is scattered with some huts, and figures are walking inside.

At first, Annan thought they were the henchmen of Old Zoran, but then he found that the miners ignored him. I thought Old Zolon was the foreman, but he didn't get along well with the other foremen.

The shanty camp is also very strange. Normally, gold mines should strictly limit the contact between miners and the outside world. The regulation of this gold mine in front of us is not strict. Miners enter and exit the mine at will, start fires and cook in the open space, and the foreman is distributing money

Old Zolon took out the key and opened the door of a shack. Several rudimentary tilted wooden beds were placed on the muddy ground, allowing ants and insects to freely enter and exit. The bedside table served as both a cabinet and a dining table.

This will be where Annan and Martin will live next.

Holding the iron pickaxe and preparing to follow Old Sauron into the mine, Annan saw a magnificent carriage with fancy badges passing by on the distant road.

He saw Mr. Foster's big boss, Lady Wine.

The luxurious and beautiful carriage and lady seem like two different worlds from the dilapidated and dirty hut and Annam.

Annan lowered his head slightly and followed Old Zolon into the gold mine, carrying an oil lamp.

The gold mine has been abandoned for a long time, and many mines have collapsed, making it impassable. Old Zolon lit the oil lamp and led them deep into the mine. There was a faint burnt smell in the air, and the sound of chiseling echoed around.

Suppression and darkness make people nervous and uncomfortable.

Under the dim oil lamp, the old, scattered abandoned tools and broken pillars made him realize that this was a depleted gold mine. And the whispered conversations of other miners made him realize that many of these people were townspeople who came to take a chance.

Old Zolon is the same. He hired Uncle Holin and they took a chance to find the ore, which belongs to him. If they can't find it, the cost will belong to him.

That's good, at least there aren't too many conflicts between miners and miners, miners and foremen. Old Zoran threw them to the place where they were excavated yesterday. Even if it's not deep here, it's almost there, but the pillars are actually intact.

I hope you can bring good luck, "said Old Zolon, leaving behind an oil lamp and leaving with another one.

Martin went into the low hole he pulled out yesterday with a pickaxe, while Annan raised the oil lamp and observed his surroundings.

The echo of the directional chisel came, and dense floating dust walked downstream under the halo of the oil lamp.

Cousin, I'm stuck

A dull shout suddenly came, and Annan turned around to see Martin's upper body stuck in the low hole, shaking his exposed buttocks.

Annan put down his pickaxe to help, but hesitated. This posture was not very elegant, so he asked Martin to release the pickaxe first and climb out, and then retrieve it.

Martin, who had crawled out, went to get a pickaxe, but strangely grabbed the handle and the low hole corner and started to exert force.

Annan was about to remind him not to hold the pickaxe horizontally when Martin suddenly pulled out a pale veil from the low hole.

Ghosts

Martin threw away his pickaxe and turned around to run.

Human beings

The ghost screamed and crashed into the rock wall deep in the mine.