"You lied to me once, I will remember first, if you lied to me again..."

Mo Hua smiled, "I will let you, I will never have the chance to lie again!"

Mo Hua's smile is innocent, with a hint of evil spirit.

She looks like a fairy child under the celestial throne, and also like a ghost in the underworld...

Lu Ming shivered again, feeling bitter in his heart:

What is this little ancestor?

Mo Hua's little hand patted the three portraits, "Tell me, who are these three?"

Lu Ming sighed and said dejectedly: "It's a mine repairman..."

"Mine repair?"

"It's said...the mine repair is not actually considered a mine repair..."

Lu Ming explained: "They are actually gangsters in the city. On weekdays, they either serve as idle men for some aristocratic families and bully others; they either blackmail some small vendors and fish in the countryside; or they go outside the city to rob and get some spirit stone flowers..."

"With the spirit stones, I will spend all my life and go to bet and prostitutes."

"If there is really no spirit stone, I will go to the mine and dig a mine for a day or two..."

"So they are both mine repairs, but they cannot be considered mine repairs..."

Mo Hua frowned, "Will they still help the dead mine repairman ask for spirit stones?"

Lu Ming was a little surprised, "How do you know?"

Seeing that Mo Hua ignored him, Lu Ming had to explain on his own:

"If a mine repairman is killed, they will notify the mine repairman's family and volunteer to ask for the spirit stones for them."

"They divided the big heads of the spirit stones they asked for, and the rest can be brought to the hands of the Mining Xiu family."

"Don't anyone care about them?" Mo Hua asked.

"It's useless." Lu Ming said, "They have a lot of people and do things by any means. Once they get involved, they can't even get rid of them like a mangy dog..."

"The monks above are too lazy to care about them, and the miners at the bottom dare not speak out."

Mo Hua pondered it for a while and asked again:

"How did you know them?"

Lu Ming didn't dare to say it.

Mo Hua said: "To be honest, I don't blame you."

Lu Ming then said: "I took their spirit stones and gave them some convenience here..."

The ink painting's eyes were slightly condensed, "What convenience?"

Lu Ming hurriedly said, "It's nothing, they just come whenever they want, and leave whenever they want. If there is anything, I just turn a blind eye..."

Mo Hua frowned and felt a little confused.

These gangsters can't dig a few times, so why do they do this kind of bribery?

What exactly are they doing? The mine supervisor needs to turn a blind eye to the mine...

Mo Hua felt a little speculation in her heart, and her eyes became colder.

Although the casual cultivators in Tongxian City are poor, the bottom class helps each other.

But here in Nanyue City, some casual cultivators are obviously at the bottom of the house and are weak, but they wantonly trampled on the weaker ones.

"What are the names of these three monks?" Mo Hua said coldly.

Lu Ming said: "This tall man is named Wang Hu, and his hair is half full of fever, and he is called Tang Huzi..."

"The person in the leader has a scar on his face and is called Wang Lai. In private, everyone calls him 'Wang Laipi'..."

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