It smells pretty good, "Annan said.

……

Damn it, did some idiot dump the shit again

A miner suddenly sniffed around and cursed the murky air with the smell of feces waving around, 'Evil... I need to change places before spitting it out...'

The miner dragged the iron pickaxe deeper, but no one paid attention to him. The others continued to wave the pickaxe in a dull manner. Not long after, they suddenly heard a noisy noise coming from deep inside, followed by a mournful scream.

The miner who left not long ago ran back with a mournful cry, and an iron pickaxe peeked out of his chest, dragging behind two dog headed men barking at wooden handles. The miner, whose footsteps were slowing down, fell down and lost his voice.

Poup Tong——

The miners screamed and threw away their pickaxes, turning around to escape. No one wanted to resist because the dog headed man was like a tide rushing out.

The ant nest like mines scattered the miners, who could at most form groups of three or five. When these dog headed people with tattered clothes and a body shape resembling that of children rushed out, they could only panic and flee, being surrounded by chasing or blocking dog headed people, and countless spears and iron picks hitting their fragile bodies——

……

The chef skillfully cuts the grilled meat into strips, scoops them up with a shovel, and puts them in a kraft paper bag,

Martin's outstretched palm was slapped off by Aunt Susan, and he gently placed the kraft paper bag in Annan's hand.

Xiao Anan, eat more. You're still growing

Annan picked up the kraft paper bag and suddenly withdrew his hand due to the burning sensation at the bottom of the bag.

Sis... it's so hot

……

The sparks splashing on the back of the hand made the miner shake their hand. When the clanging sound that filled his ears faded away, the surging noise left him bewildered. He saw the miners running out in fear and instinctively followed suit.

The chaotic crowd kicked down the basket, and the gold patterned ore rolled out, shimmering with a dark golden color under the oil lamp.

Dog headed people are short and weak, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, always raising their butcher knives towards the weaker. But miners who are gripped by fear and only know how to escape undoubtedly meet the definition of the weaker.

Old Zoran, who was on the run, witnessed a dog headed man chasing a miner jumping up and biting between his legs——

……

The hot flowing egg flowed along Martin's lips, causing his face to contort.

Annan patiently waited for the cooling before opening his mouth and biting down. The orange yellow yolk is thick and flowing, with a fresh aroma emanating from the taste buds.

Annan, there's a trick over there

Martin pulled Annam and squeezed towards the most crowded area of the market.

……

Don't squeeze! Don't squeeze

The miners crowded in the mine and fell into a ball.

Tashia held onto Old Zolon like a rock in a river. A foreman saw this scene and shouted at her, 'Slave, you should protect me instead of caring about that old man!'

I, as a Tauren, would save him, while you only want to abandon your fellow countrymen? "Said Tashia.

Suddenly, a piercing scream erupted in the crowd.

Doghead sorcerer

Suddenly appearing light filled the mine, and then fireballs exploded in the crowd——

……

The sweeping heat wave caused waves of exclamation.

Annan hid quickly, while Martin was not spared, with his yellow brown hair curled up in front of his forehead.

The startled townspeople threw copper coins at the circus performers who were holding onto the torches and spitting out alcohol.

Annan had a wonderful vacation in another world.

On the way back, he heard the townspeople discussing the incident at the haunted gold mine.