Like the dawn of the dawn tavern, the fine wine of the ladies. Annan also thought that "haunted" was just a prefix noun for gold mines.

But I didn't expect haunted to be a verb.

When Annan regained consciousness, the ghost disappeared and Martin was not around.

Picking up the iron pickaxe that Martin had dropped, Annan carried the oil lamp back and found Martin, who was digging through the rock wall in the darkness with a broken iron pickaxe.

This scene is like he was possessed by an evil spirit.

What are you doing

Mining

Was that a ghost just now

Martin said fluently, "The ghost is just the ghost of a dead miner. It's not scary to wander around the mine day after day without consciousness

What about your iron pickaxe? "Annan leaned against two iron pickaxes and asked him.

Here it is, "Martin raised the broken iron pickaxe and exclaimed in surprise," how did it break

Pushing the iron pickaxe to Martin, Annan recalled that the ghost's reaction was similar to Martin's. It seemed that the ghost was not as terrifying as he had imagined?

Just in case, Annan took Martin back to the shallow layer and replaced the mine with another one with miners to continue digging.

The clanging sound echoing from deep inside gradually brings a sense of security.

A few minutes later, Annan, with muscle soreness, drilled out of the low mine hole that had been dug by miners before. Leaning against the oil lamp to rest, watching Martin continue waving his pickaxe in the cramped mine.

Old Sauron paid Laurie Martin at least 55 copper coins per day for his work.

After resting for a while, Annan heard the echoing sound of knocking suddenly become monotonous. Soon, accompanied by the rustling sound of the iron chains, a pair of bare feet stepped on the broken stones and appeared at the edge of the bright oil lamp.

The dark brown skin only covered the tattered linen, and the large iron pickaxe in Annan's hand looked like a toy for children to dig sand.

The shadow covering the outline of the head is revealed due to its low head, revealing the horns on the forehead.

We meet again

Is that you

Annan still remembers this half bull headed man vividly.

Stay away from my cousin

Suddenly, a shout rang out from the low cave, and Martin, who remembered Aunt Susan's instructions, grabbed a pickaxe and rushed out of the mine. But he forgot that the mine was not high and knocked his head against the rock wall, knocking him unconscious.

Annan looked silently at Martin, who never disappoints in this aspect.

Half Tauren glanced at Martin who had fainted and said, "Don't be nervous, boy. I won't hurt you

I know

So Annan didn't even stand up, no one would be hurt except Martin.

You don't look like a family

Martin's hair was yellow brown, while Annan's dusty hair was gray, but the Half Tauren had seen him with black hair.

Just adoption... "Annan brushed off the question," Are you free now

Wow——

The half bull headed man stepped out of the darkness, allowing Annan to see the thick iron shackles on its ankles.

It was still sold to the gold mine.

I'm curious... "the half bull's deep and heavy voice asked," Why do you show mercy towards a bastard with dirty blood flowing through him

Annan spent more time understanding the difficult words and then replied, "I have seen the holiest demon of desire and the ugliest believer of the Holy Light