Chapter 163 (1/2)
First of all, in order to create chaos, Du Qingke let the mountain bandits themselves chaos.
Du Qingke took advantage of the night, with his own fierce technique, began to attack those vicious supervisors.
The overseers are very vicious and cruel.
They don't treat the miners as human beings at all.
There are miners who are so hungry, however, the supervisors directly beat the miners with a whip dipped in hot pepper water!
Many miners have been killed alive.
”Ah
”Spare me! My Lord
”Pardon me, my Lord
”Woo Hoo!”
These miners were forced to come from nearby villages by mountain bandits.
They cried out miserably.
Many miners prayed silently at the bottom of their hearts: ”heaven! Help us! Have pity on us! Please send down the gods and protect us
Right now!
From all around, all of a sudden, green light flashed!
One after another of the wooden cones, flying quickly!
Mountain bandit supervisors, they haven't responded.
These wooden cones have penetrated into their heads!
At that time, these mountain bandit supervisors all fell down from high places and died on the spot!
”Overseers, dead!”
”My God! Heaven, have you heard our prayers
Miners, cry with joy!
Du Qingke came out of the darkness.
”God!”
”God saved us!”
”God, please accept our worship!”
The miners knelt down to Du Qingke, devout.
”I am not a god! However, we have solved all the mountain bandit supervisors in the mine! You are free! ”
Du Qingke said solemnly.
As he spoke, Du Qingke saw the miners kneeling in front of him, all of them skinny and scarred.
Du Qingke murmured: ”all poor people!”
”Great healing!”
With a wave of his hand, Du Qingke was inspired by his powerful wood power!
In an instant, countless green rain began to drip down.
These rainwater are condensed by wood elements, which have good therapeutic effect and enhance vitality.
”It's raining!”
”It's the rain from the gods!”
The miners, seeing that Du Qingke was able to do everything in his power, firmly believed that Du Qingke was the ”God”!
After all, most of them are simple villagers in the nearby barren mountains, and they have no insight or the concept of the supernatural.
These wooden rain, like the rain of life, gave the hope to the miners.
The miners, miraculously, found that the wounds that had been beaten by the mountain bandit supervisor were now beginning to heal.
What's more, they also felt a sense of power in their limbs.
Many people have not eaten for several days.
Now, with the rain coming down, their stomachs are not hungry.
”Thank God!”
”God is above!”
”Thank God for keeping us alive!”
Miners, thank you very much.
”Don't thank me!”
Duchco waved.
He can't stand being worshipped by so many people.