Chapter 35 Disinfection

Fang Nian stopped and turned to look in the direction of the large cave.

The large cave had six paths leading in different directions. Apart from the outermost regular square passage, the other five should all be mine pits that were being excavated.

Liu Fu: "What, do you have other ideas?"

Fang Nian: "Captain, you booked this place, right?"

Liu Fu: "I can't say that I contracted it. After a small team digs here for a whole night, they have to hand over 30% of the profits."

Fang Nian: "Are there any other fees? How much does the raw stone cost?"

Liu Fu: "The raw stones are cheap; one Mingwang is only needed for one hundred raw stones."

Fang Nian did a quick calculation and opened her clothes: "Look at what I have on me, is there anything that can be exchanged for a Netherworld Token?"

Fang Nian had hidden in his clothes items that he had taken from Qi Fang, which were things he could use for cultivation, including a human skin mask and so on.

These are all ritual implements.

In this city of illusion, it should be quite valuable.

Sure enough, Liu Fu took off a soft mask: "This one is fine."

Fang Nian: "Okay, give me one hundred raw stones."

After handing Fang Nian a bag of rough stones, Liu Fu asked doubtfully, "After watching us mine, do you think you can go it alone?"

"If that's what you think, then I need to remind you."

"We not only have to hand over 30% of the profits after mining, but also have to buy all sorts of mining supplies, so in the end we only get about 20%."

"The remaining profits were all taken away."

"If you don't want to give others 80% of the profits, then you'll likely be the one being pursued by others."

After listening to Liu Fu's advice, Fang Nian smiled and said, "So what if they come to my door? Do you expect me to treat them to a meal?"

What revenue to hand over? That's ridiculous.

Seeing that Fang Nian wouldn't listen to his advice, Liu Fu said, "You're a newcomer. If something happens, they might not kill you directly. Come here and find me; maybe I can save your life."

As he spoke, Liu Fu took out a wooden plaque with a map on it. He used his finger to gather demonic energy and marked a spot on the plaque: "This Pillar Mountain Tower is here, and my location is here."

After saying that, he handed the wooden plaque to Fang Nian.

Fang Nian did not refuse the wooden plaque, and casually put it away. The way she looked at Liu Fu again was quite different.

In this crazy little town of the Demon Gate, there are basically no good people.

This is also why Fang Nian insisted on finding Ren Qiushui, because over the years Fang Nian has believed that Ren Qiushui is a good person, and that everyone else is either a lunatic or a bad person.

Liu Fu was the second good person Fang Nian met.

Fang Nian looked at Liu Fu: "Good luck."

Liu Fu didn't say much, turned around and led the team deeper into the passage.

Although Fang Nian wanted to work independently, he didn't want to compete with them for business, so he turned around and walked towards the central cave, which was the main hall.

Fang Nian hadn't gone far when he arrived at the central cave.

In the center of the cave stood a person with strange body proportions.

His hair was extremely long, like a hedgehog's, spreading outwards.

Its head and face are very large, almost the same size as its upper body.

"Cosplaying in the middle of the night, these anime fans are really crazy."

With that, Fang Nian walked towards another passage.

The deluded ghost turned to look at Fang Nian.

Fang Nian arrived in Wangcheng on her first day and did not yet possess the aura of delusion. However, after witnessing the process of collecting Mingwang, she had acquired a slight trace of it.

In the end, the deluded ghost did not follow.

Fang Nian didn't care about the ghost at all, and instead turned and walked into the cave.

"This mine shaft was dug crookedly and unevenly."

Fang Nian walked along, complaining as she went.

But a weak voice came from beside him: "This is not a mine, this is a corridor of a residential building."

Fang Nian looked around but didn't see anyone on the ground.

Then, looking up, they saw a steel nail driven into the top of the cave, with a piece of cloth hanging from it. A person was curled up in the cloth, looking like a sickly person.

It looked like he was about to die.

Fang Nian looked at him and smiled: "What else is this but a mine?"

The weak, suspended man coughed twice: "This isn't a mine, this is a house we built. How could such a nice house be a mine?"

"There are no mines here, but I'll save up enough money to live here someday, cough cough~ cough cough cough cough!"

As he continued speaking, it seemed he had strained his throat, and he began coughing violently.

Fang Nian, afraid of coughing up blood onto her face, took a few steps back before speaking: "No minerals are found here? No, no, no, minerals are found here."

The suspended man coughed until his face regained a sliver of color, swallowed hard, and then said, "I've been digging for stones here for three years, of course I know there's no ore here. You must be new to Wangcheng, how could you know more than me?"

Fang Nian looked at the suspended man: "You...aren't you the miner?"

The suspended man was stunned.

Fang Nian: "You've been fooled by the madmen of the Demonic Sect, and you've gone insane yourselves. You've been digging for stones here for three years? How many houses have you dug out? Each house can be rented out for one Netherworld Token per month. How many Netherworld Tokens have you earned in these three years?"

The hanging man: "Seven...seven."

Fang Nian: "Seven coins? Renting a house only costs one coin. You have seven coins, why aren't you renting a house?"

The Hanging Man: "To purchase a demonic cultivation manual, you need ten Netherworld Tokens; to find someone to become your disciple and cultivate demonic arts, you need thirty Netherworld Tokens."

He wasn't a demonic cultivator, just a mortal. He was mining here only so that he could become a demonic cultivator.

but……

Ten Demonic Cultivation Manuals of the Underworld?

Fang Nian rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a book: "Seven coins, I'll sell them to you."

The suspended man's pupils constricted as he stared intently at the manual in Fang Nian's hand, muttering, "Really...really?"

Fang Nian casually tossed the manual onto the cloth hanging where the suspended man was: "Take a look."

The suspended man flipped through a few pages, immediately realizing this was the real secret manual. He looked around, then pulled out a handful of seven-colored gems: "Here you go!"

Fang Nian stepped forward and reached out to receive the seven colorful gems.

Fang Nian: "Now that you've bought my secret manual, will anyone cause you trouble?"

The suspended man shook his head: "Perhaps, but I'll be leaving here soon."

Fang Nian smiled and said, "Let's go quickly, don't stay here as ore."

After saying that, Fang Nian put away the seven-colored gemstone and walked deeper into the cave.

As they reached the corner, Fang Nian hid behind it and looked back.

The suspended man fell off the cloth and took out a seven-colored gem, which was the Netherworld Gem.

He muttered to himself, "Create an illusion that looks just like me, to take my place without anyone finding out."

The next moment, a rainbow of light flowed, and a person who looked exactly like him appeared on the cloth.

It's incredibly realistic.

He was even groaning in pain.

The suspended man produced another Netherworld Gem: "Shadow Body!"

The next moment, he disappeared into the cave.

Of course, it didn't completely hide the traces; if you look closely, you can still see a little transparent shadow moving around.

However, if you didn't know there was a shadowy figure moving around here, you wouldn't be able to tell at first glance.

Fang Nian watched the suspended man walk away, seemed to be deep in thought, then turned around and continued forward.

The Netherworld Gem is really that powerful!

Fang Nian's cognition in the half-mind state is unstable, and he usually denies cultivation and the supernatural.

However, if one witnesses something that science cannot explain, the memories related to cultivation in the brain will connect with it.

Therefore, despite the contrast, none of this seemed strange to Fang Nian.

He turned and actually walked into the depths of the cave.

This really is a mine pit. The miners, whose last bit of energy was drained by these endless caves, lay on the ground and died alone and quietly.

He exuded a strong aura of resentment.

Ordinary cultivators probably wouldn't dare to touch them empty-handed.

"These people helped build houses for the owner of Zhushan Tower in their lifetime, and after they died, they turned into ore. They really made the most of it."

Fang Nian looked at the corpse on the ground and could vaguely make out that it was a man in his fifties.

His eyes were sunken and his face was ashen.

The body was slightly decomposed, so it probably didn't die in the last day.

It must have been a while.

People who come to mine probably won't come every day; they'll have to accumulate resources for a while before they can start mining.

Fang Nian took out a dagger from his pocket; it was Qi Fang's Heart-Slicing Knife.

The moment the knife tip touched the corpse, resentment surged forth.

Fang Nian had many mental cultivation techniques in his mind, most of which he had learned from the Martial Ancestor. It seemed that each of them had the effect of suppressing and eliminating resentment.

Soon, Fang Nian selected one that didn't require hand seals or techniques and could be released out of thin air.

"The Sutra of Salvation".

The demonic energy flowed, and golden light flickered slightly, while the resentment melted away like snow in spring.

Fang Nian cut open the ore, and a stream of dark gray energy surged wildly.

Fang Nian grabbed the gray-black stream of energy with his bare hand.

"Let me see what your wish was when you were alive."

As she spoke, Fang Nian buried her face in the gray-black airflow.

The next moment, Fang Nian leaned back tactically, pulled her head out, and looked disgusted.

Looking around, Fang Nian took out a Netherworld Gemstone: "Alcohol."

The next moment, the Netherworld Gem transformed into a spray bottle of alcohol.

Fang Nian held the alcohol spray in her left hand and sprayed it wildly into the gray-black stream of air in her right hand.

The thoughts in these things are offensive to the eyes; they need to be disinfected.

"It seems that just because someone is miserable doesn't mean they are a good person."

That makes sense. In the environment of the Demonic Sect, how many people can withstand the tempering like pure gold, and how many can become good people?