Annan, who woke up in the morning, had to face a fact.

The note is missing, and the drawing board is also missing.

The latch was hanging securely, and Martin was still sleeping soundly with his bedding tucked in. Undoubtedly, listening to the faint noise outside, I knew that the ghost had come again last night and even taken away the drawing board.

That was the first gift Annan received, and it had great commemorative significance.

Annan woke Martin up, and the confused guy put on his clothes and fell back on the bed.

Not long after, Lao Zuo Lun came over and said that today was the last day - I don't know if he will say it again with crimson eyes at night.

Old Sauron proved his determination with his actions - he dragged his lame leg into the gold mine.

Annan doesn't have that much pressure. Anyway, the ghost took the drawing board, which shows that it likes this painting. Maybe it's waiting in the mine to take them to the yet to be excavated mine.

Which hole do you think will produce ore

Annan casually pointed to yesterday's mine, but Old Zoran actually listened and urged him to leave quickly.

They returned to the depression dug out yesterday and continued digging. Old Zolon followed and chiseled a few times, then became a supervisor due to the pain of his lame leg.

Old Zolon's motivation influenced Martin, and he worked much harder than usual. Annan was powerless, and Old Zoran did not blame him. He just trembled anxiously with his limp every time Annan rested.

Annan had no choice but to persist. Fatigue gradually deformed his posture. When waving the iron pickaxe again, the pointed hoe grazed against the rock wall, splashing sparks. The loose pickaxe head fell off the wooden handle and grazed Annan's face and Martin's scalp, flying towards Old Zoran.

Thank goodness, he was holding a pickaxe as a crutch. The flying pickaxe hit it precisely, changing its angle and jumping up to the top of the rock, knocking down a piece of rock, ending its mischievous life.

The falling stone hit Martin's head impartially.

There is no preparation for this in my life plan... "Martin muttered, covering his head, not noticing Annan staring at Old Zoran, who was staring at his feet.

Under the light of the oil lamp, the falling stones shimmered with a dark golden color, and the pale outline flickered in the darkness.

Lao Zuo Lun rushed up and picked up the stone, forgetting that he was almost killed, urging Martin and Annan to dig up quickly.

Martin lifted his pickaxe and barely touched the top of the hole. After complaining a few words, he began to throw an iron pickaxe.

Old Zoran hid in the distance with unprecedented agility.

I don't know whether to lament good luck or bad luck, but they got nothing in the next few hours. No mineral veins were found, so the ore that happened to fall may have been overlooked.

Bang, bang——

Martin put down his pickaxe and sat down next to Old Zoran to rest.

Knocking away along the deep mine, returning with a murky noise.

Did you hear that

Annan looked into the depths of the mine with confusion.

Did you hear that? "Martin rubbed his stomach." My stomach is screaming again

It's not

Annan listened carefully, and the noise that was different from the sound of chiseling did not disappear.

He put down his pickaxe and drilled out of the forked mine. Standing in the main mine, the noisy noise gradually became clear, mixed with shouting, screaming, and running chaos.

Realizing that something had happened, Annan ran back to the mine and asked Martin to drag Old Zolon, who was holding onto the ore, and follow the miners who had run from the depths out.

The halo of the oil lamp shone on the chaotic shadows, and Annan leaned against the rock wall with Martin and Old Zoran to avoid falling or colliding.

During this period, Annan heard a faint barking of a dog, awakening the shadow of the wandering dog headed man from not long ago.

How did the dog headed man mix with the undead?

The faint light of the exit appeared ahead. Before the dog headed man caught up, they ran out of the gold mine with the miners.