The personal sycophant of the villainous empress

Not because time stopped, but because it hurt.

A pain that penetrates deep into the soul and brings deep fear comes from the depths, as if the soul is slowly falling into the abyss in pain, unable to do anything.

Those players who flew into the air were unlucky and fell straight down.

Screams came and went.

This kind of pain is no longer just physical pain. Even the most determined player has no ability to act under this pain and can only cry out in despair.

It lasted for a full quarter of an hour, and the horrible pain gradually eased.

The figure standing above the many players then spoke: "Listen up, my name is Lao Chen, and I will be the manager of the Tianxing Ancient Mine from now on. No matter who you were before, your identities are all mines now." Slave, the lowest mining slave, return to my team now, immediately!"

His eyes looked at the players who had escaped for a while, especially those with glasses, who stayed for a while longer.

The glasses team stood up tremblingly and looked at the serious-faced figure.

The bone-deep pain just now was still vivid in my mind, and I really couldn't muster the courage to resist.

Several people looked at each other, and then they all walked towards the place where the players gathered.

Some people thought they were hiding well and wanted to escape, but what awaited them was Lao Chen's sneer and the sharp pain that penetrated their souls again.

The tragic scream spread ten miles away, making all the players shudder, and no one dared to escape.

Seeing that everyone had calmed down, Old Chen nodded with satisfaction and said again: "I tell you, don't think about committing suicide. Now your soul has been fixed in the body. Once you commit suicide, your soul will dissipate and you will die." If you die, it will be in vain.”

"Don't be so naive as to think that this world is fake. All you have to do is be a good mine slave. Of course, I won't stop those who really want to die. You can do whatever you want."

Old Chen chuckled. Before he spoke, several players actually tried to commit suicide and log out.

But what's even more alarming is that when players who know them contact them, they can't be contacted.

"Could everything he said be true?" A team member next to the glasses looked at his captain in horror, as if wanting to get comfort from him.

But at this time, the glasses themselves were in doubt, and there was no way to comfort him.

No one has ever doubted that the dungeon world of the reincarnation game is the real world.

After all, no game has ever been able to achieve such 100% realism, not even half of it.

Players can observe the composition of matter, learn history, study biology and even observe the minute structure of every grain of sand in the reincarnation game.

Even the most ordinary mortal or small animal has its own logic and emotions, which will not be refreshed with the copy.

No one has ever found a bug in the reincarnation game.

All of these seem to prove that this is the real world.

But no one is willing to agree with this statement. They would rather believe that this is a good game design by the official, because if they admit that the dungeon world is real, the people in the dungeon world have human rights. Most players are not willing to see this scene. .

If they still have to worry about this and that in the second world, then how can they do whatever they want.

Captain Glasses pushed up his glasses and wiped the sweat from the corners of his eyes. "Don't act rashly. Let's follow what he said for now."

He felt that what the monk who called himself Lao Chen was probably telling the truth.

Not long after he finished speaking, a piece of news spread among the many players.

The player who committed suicide before interrupted the game and became a vegetative state in reality.

Although their souls were pinned by the Soul-Suppressing Nail, they were still able to communicate on the forum.

On the current forum, in addition to the overwhelming criticism of those high-level players who posted missions, there is also a message that has been pushed to the top, sent by an official player.

‘Unknown changes have occurred in the reincarnation game, causing some players to be unable to log out. I hope that all players will remain as they are and do not use suicide methods to force them to log off. Experts are discussing countermeasures. Please trust the federation and the official. ’

Here are the accusations from the families of many players who committed suicide.

As soon as this statement came out, there was another burst of curses and conspiracy theories in the comment area.

Thinking of the dissipation of souls just mentioned by Old Chen, these players were completely despaired, knowing that they had lost their immortality, and even their hostility was weakened a lot.

Can the fourth natural disaster that cannot be reborn infinitely be called a natural disaster?

"Who is Chen Mu?" At this time, Old Chen asked again.

One name once again caused this group of players to explode.

These high-level players who were used by Su An as a tool to recruit players were naturally forced to tell their real names. The stewards sent by Dashang all had lists in their hands.

Looking at the commotion of players and Old Chen in the sky, Chen Mu groaned in his heart and could only stand up.

"I have met you, sir. I am Chen Mu."

He stood ten feet away from other players, always on guard.

Old Chen nodded, with a hint of approval in his eyes, "The players have been summoned for three hundred thousand, which is one hundred thousand more than the original plan. That's good, very good. From today on, you will be the deputy manager of the Tianxing Ancient Mine." .”

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Mu felt that the countless gazes behind him became sharper, and his whole scalp was numb under the countless murderous intentions.

"He is the faun!"

"This is the mission issued by this bitch. It turns out that his real name is Chen Mu."

"He killed my brother!"

"My poor brother just sold the captured female slave, and the money hasn't been spent yet!"

"Damn, is this guy anti-human?"

"Traitor, traitor!"

Each player gritted his teeth, his eyes glowing red, wanting to rush forward and kill Chen Mu.

"Quiet!"

With a stern look on his face, Old Chen activated the Soul-Suppressing Nail again, causing those who made the loudest noise to fall down in pain.

Everyone lowered their heads when they saw this and did not dare to say anything more, but their hatred for Chen Mu became even deeper.

Even compared to this black-hearted monk and the mastermind behind the scenes, they now hate Chen Mu even more.

There was a slight smile in Lao Chen's eyes, and this was the effect he wanted.

Next, he selected some people with neither high nor low cultivation among the aliens as supervisors, and formulated a rough system of using aliens to control aliens.

"Next, allocate tools. From now on, your daily quota will be 80,000 Juntianxingxingxingxing ore. If you can't do it, you will all be punished. The supervisors and deputy supervisors will not have to work. But if you fail to meet the daily quota, your punishment will be ten times that of theirs. , and reduced to a mining slave, in addition..."

The Tianxing iron extracted from the ore of the Tianxing Ancient Mine is a high-grade material used for refining weapons. It is extremely difficult to mine. Thanks to these players being monks, Lao Chen dared to sell 80,000 jun per day.

After these people have adapted for a period of time, he is also planning to classify the mining slaves. The hard-working mining slaves can become high-level mining slaves, and their treatment will be improved, allowing them to involute themselves.

After another lecture, he asked Chen Mu to take the tools and divide them.

The tool given to the overseers is a whip, a magical weapon that can cause great pain through whipping. The damage is not high and it is extremely practical.

Except for the Tianxing Ancient Mine, the same scene is generally the same in other places. Even if there are occasional riots, as long as the steward sent by Dashang gives them half an hour of soul-suppressing nail punishment, they will be honest. If there is a thorn, just go straight to it. Send him back to be a vegetative state.

Just half a day later, the mines and spiritual fields that had been abandoned for many years in the Zhenwu world were restarted, and the atmosphere of cattle and horses took on a new look.

Players who use the dungeon as a playground become free labor.

The remaining players who were lucky enough not to be planted with soul-suppressing nails were lucky enough to go offline directly. Those who didn't go offline in time will naturally face another wave of sweeps, adding more cattle and horses to the major mining areas.

…

Without the players causing trouble, the Zhenwu world immediately became much peaceful.

Demonic cultivators are still wreaking havoc outside, and local monks in the Zhenwu world are still huddled next to Black Yuan City.

But such peace is short-lived after all.

Many monks who lost their respective territories became scarce in resources, lacked spiritual energy, found it difficult to improve their cultivation, and gradually accumulated resentment.

And the demon cultivators were gradually gathered together. Except for some scattered small demon cultivators, most of the demon cultivators gathered at Liuyun Mountain.

The situation is like a dynamite barrel that is ready to explode. All it takes is a small spark to explode immediately.

"Demon Lord, there are currently 52 pure Yang realm demon cultivators in Liuyun Mountain, 1,732 Ming Dan realm demon cultivators, and 28,521 Zifu realm demon cultivators. , 710,000 demon cultivators in the fetal breath realm..."

The leader of Blood River knelt on the ground, reporting to Su Anhui who looked up in fear and awe.

Although memory loss has lowered their IQ, demon cultivators are still demon cultivators. When facing Chengzu, they are at most afraid of his strength, but when facing Su An, they seem to be surrendering to him with their souls, and the demonic energy in their bodies is trembling. , let alone any disrespect.

After listening to the report, Su An gently knocked on the black throne under his feet and sighed a little in his heart. The Northland was originally barren, often suppressed, and even surrendered once by the great merchants.

Chengzu now took out all the remaining wealth of the demon cultivator, and the big and small demon sects were all served in one pot.

In the current Northland, I don’t know if I can still find a demon cultivator above the Life Pill realm. Even if I give him tens of thousands of years, he may not be able to recover.

No, maybe there will be no chance of recovery. The Demon Suppressing Sect is still there.

"In this case... prepare to send troops and let the sons and daughters prepare."

Su An's voice seemed to sound from the darkness, and it seemed to contain countless bloody events, which made the old devil, the leader of Blood River, kowtow in response.

Except for the dead demon cultivators and some miscellaneous fish who failed to follow the team, most of the demon cultivators who were kidnapped to the Zhenwu Realm are near Liuyun Mountain.

Su An wasn't going to collect those scattered demon cultivators anymore, it would be too much trouble.

They are all little shrimps. When Dashang officially takes over this world, it will not be too late to deal with them.

Looking at the empty hall, he chuckled and disappeared from the throne.