The landslide of Pit No. 7 collapsed, and the seven managers of Fengshan Mine were buried in it.

This news spread throughout Fengshan Street like a gust of wind in the morning, shaking the miners as if they were struck by lightning. The mine collapsed in the past has also happened.

And it's just a tunnel collapse, it's not surprising.

But anyone with a little brain knows that this is not as simple as it seems.

And as the bad news came, there was another saying of rumor.

It is said that Lord Sun, the mining supervisor who has been trapped here for five or six years and has always had no presence, could not stand Ruyifang's heroic acts in a rampant manner, so he took action to punish the thief.

The reliability of this news is not very good.

As long as the person who makes a living in Fengshan Street, whether it is a miner or a low-ranking rank, no one knows that there is not even a single person around Lord Sun.

He is just a sour boy who can only study behind closed doors. How could he use the power of heaven and earth to kill seven managers?

But now that things have come to this point, it doesn't matter whether it is true or not.

Ordinary miners only feel that the storm is coming, running around and inquire about news, while those who are loyal to Ruyifang think about running out of Fengshan Street and going to the mountain to report the news as soon as possible.

As a result, the mountain road was also blocked.

As long as you dare to go up the road to transport mines outside the mountain and as long as you dare to approach the mountain pass, there will be a muffled sound of lightning and thunder. Just a light hits you, your legs will be broken.

Not only ordinary miners, but also those miners who use secret techniques to train them, are strong and specialized in digging spiritual mines.

Their bodies are stronger, hardworking and self-healing than ordinary people, but even so, their legs are easily broken by the thunder that day.

This is even the case with walking on the small road.

On the way to the outside of the mountain, after lying down a dozen unbelieving guys, no one dared to break out again.

There is another rumor that Lord Sun invited the monks and blocked the mountain road, and was allowed to enter and not leave, and wanted to ban the power of Ruyifang here.

What I saw in my eyes made the previous rumors more credible.

Fengshan Street is a larger village, with only a few hundred people in it. The news naturally spread quickly. By lunch time, rumors were already flying everywhere.

Needless to say, everyone is anxious, everyone is waiting for the next development.

Those who are loyal to Ruyifang are even more worried and feel like they have no way to go.

The Fengshan Mine is far away in the mountains and is almost isolated from the outside world. It is nothing on weekdays, but once it is blocked, they will immediately feel a sense of fear of changing the world.

If the news cannot be sent out, it is naturally impossible for external assistance to come.

This place has become an isolated island.

"Everyone goes to the town center. Lord Sun wants to talk to us, go quickly!"

After lunch, someone shouted outside the door, specially invited the foreman of miners and gathered in the town center with those who were always proud of themselves on the street.

There were more than a dozen foremen who were called, and some of them were able to make ends meet. In total, more than 30 people gathered quickly.

They look at me, and I look at you, and they have indescribable sorrow in their eyes.

In the past, the managers of Ruyifang had the final say. Now the managers died inexplicably, and even the servants and thugs of Ruyifang were missing.

If everyone has no leader, they will be in a mess.

But the mining supervisor is a court-ordered official after all. In the minds of these poor people, the mining supervisor should come forward to take charge of the overall situation.

Of course, there are also those who are dissatisfied and want to take the opportunity to make trouble. They all mingled among the crowd and headed to the center of the town.

There is a high platform there, where the managers pay miners every month. This has been cleaned up by the mine supervisor, and Lord Sun sat on one of the Grand Master's chairs.

He wore a washed official uniform and a black gauze with a serious expression, and he felt a sense of powerlessness without anger. That official uniform represented the majesty of the court in the mortal world.

It is the orthodox of Fengming Kingdom.

Although people can joke with the mining supervisor on weekdays, when you see the current scene, these ordinary people seem to have re-reached this mining supervisor who lives in a quiet place.

Some timid people didn't even dare to look up and look.

Next to the mining prison, there was a man standing on the left, wearing a long book gown, holding a paper fan in his hand, a felt hat, and a mask for opera singing.

Who is that person?

He was still standing next to Lord Sun, and seemed very close.

The more people gathered in the audience, and Lord Sun, who was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, was also in a state of turmoil. He glanced at Jiang Xia beside him, but the latter was very stable.

The paper fan in his hand was not shaking, and the mask was pressed on his face, and there was no expression, but the light in his eyes was sharp.

It seems to be confident.

Well, he has the aura of a general, and he is calm in the face of danger, like a person who does big things.

Lord Sun thought so in his heart, but he also understood that he didn't have to say anything about his task at this time. He just stood up for Jiang Xia.

The fox is a tiger's power.

This word suddenly jumped into Lord Sun's mind, making him feel a little ridiculous.

This mining prison that no one cares about on weekdays has been leveraged for one day.

Things are really impermanent.

However, since he had made up his mind, Lord Sun's performance has improved a lot now, and he was also very curious about how Jiang Xia would appease these frightened miners.

These are hundreds of strong men. Although they have no leader, if they are incited to make trouble, they will rely on him alone. Even if they have magic skills, they will probably not be able to get it.

If the scene in front of him is unbearable, the bandit Jiang still lied and said that he would have a fight with Ruyifang...

That would be even more bragging.

Despite thinking about this, the rumors have been released and he has no way out. Lord Sun, who was tied to a chariot, actually secretly hopes that Jiang Xia can be more powerful.

Give it a little color to show it, so as to give yourself anger.

Seeing that the people were almost gathered, Jiang Xia looked at the eaves around him again. Lao Si blocked the people who were out at the intersection, and Su was hiding nearby, not knowing where to hide, but it was up to him to this point.

There was originally a Jasmine.

But the girl was really lacking experience and a little timid. Jiang Xia didn't dare to let the wasteland apprentice do this suppression.

"Sir, speak, they are all waiting."

He patted Lord Sun on the shoulder.

The latter snorted, obviously still feeling angry, but he stood up, coughed a few times, and pressed his hands down.

This action made the messy field quieter.

"Everyone, the seven managers of Ruyifang encountered a landslide. I have notified the government office that there will be a response soon. Don't worry. This afternoon, follow the guidance of their respective foremans and continue to work..."

Before Lord Sun could finish his words, a shout came from the crowd of people of thirty or forty:

"The managers died inexplicably. You don't go to catch the thief, but you are here to hide the peace! Isn't you really have a ghost in your heart?"

"presumptuous!"

Hearing this unceremonious question, Jiang Xia immediately took a step forward, pointed the paper fan in his hand to the place where the sound came out, and shouted:

"Shameless and unruly people dare to rush into the imperial court's power and should be severely punished!"

"Swoosh"

A sound of echoing like a surge in the square.

With a wail, the crowd suddenly dispersed in panic. He just asked the man, and he had already held his neck and fell to the ground.

His eyes were staring very wide.

But the neck was penetrated from front to back, and there was no breath anymore.

Two hundred meters away, above the eaves, Su, who had no expression on his face, moved his finger away from the trigger, and a light thumped in his left eye's pupil. The chip fire control system was operating, and the square in front of him was digitized into a three-dimensional coordinate system.

Each of them has its own coordinates.

In addition to the precise shooting module of the prosthesis, it accurately locks and kills among dozens of people, which is completely a piece of cake, just like shooting a fixed target, easy and simple.

The shot blew up the crowd. Seeing that he was dissatisfied, the guy who wanted to make trouble jumped out and was shot dead by the masked man with a secret technique.

This move scared the others and avoided them repeatedly, and the crowd became unstable.

Lord Sun on the stage also had his eyes twitching. He heard from the old servant that he didn't believe it. He would have seen him kill the enemy with his own eyes. Jiang Shushan is afraid that he is really a practitioner.

He is also bold!

The 33 sects of the Immortal Alliance clearly ordered that those who practice cultivation should not interfere in mortal affairs. Isn’t this person afraid of being caught by monks and getting rid of ashes?

"Quiet!"

Jiang Xia yelled in his voice:

"If there is another abnormal move, kill it!"

The word "kill" was full of energy and shocked the crowd.

I saw the paper fan in the hand of the scholar, and whenever the escaped people were pointed at by the paper fan, they would be hit by the sound of electric surges and knocked to the ground.

Jiang Xia's hands seemed to have magic power, which made the crowd calm down quickly.
To be continued...