Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Zhu Wuyao had always known that the people in the mine didn't really trust the plan.

No matter how eloquently she spoke, how confident she appeared, or how logically she embellished each step, it was all in vain.

Hesitation and doubt have always been present.

She had thought about the reasons.

Perhaps she didn't demonstrate the ability to match it, or perhaps she didn't show enough commanding presence, or perhaps she was just too inexperienced and lacked experience...

But Zhu Wuyao never expected the reason to be so simple—

"I've seen her eyes before."

"Therefore, I don't believe you."

This is a reason so simple that it's impossible to refute.

Hu San said that the eyes of someone who truly wants to lead everyone to fight their way out of hell are different.

That should have been a roc soaring through the sky, its wings outstretched, ready to conquer the heavens.

It was just a matter of lacking a bit of luck that led to this hellish place where people are devoured without a trace.

The mine's passageways snaked through the air, and decades passed in the blink of an eye, turning countless grievances and resentments into regrets.

Even such figures can only fade away silently in a corner.

It spread to the outside world—

It was just a joke.

"Have you heard? A few months ago, Yin Sha appeared at the mass grave, and several Golden Core cultivators went to hunt it down."

Even the most epic escape from history, when it fails, is nothing more than a soft whisper.

Hu San's rough, cracked thumb left a gray mark on Mu Changying's portrait.

Like the faces of everyone in the mine.

"That's it."

Zhu Wuyao looked down at the portrait, but it was impossible to tell what Mu Changying actually looked like.

It seems like everyone else is the same.

It seems that she is different from everyone else, possessing a unique brilliance that is one of a kind in the world.

Zhu Wuyao suddenly realized that Hu San greatly admired her.

When talking about Mu Changying, Hu San's voice rose, his eyebrows danced, and he seemed to miss him.

Therefore, when Mu Changying led the main force in rebellion and chose to leave Hu San behind as a backup plan after failure, it was very likely that people would turn their love into hatred.

Having learned his lesson, Zhu Wuyao developed a habit of thinking the worst of people.

Do these people in the mine not trust her?

Skillful.

She also didn't trust the people in the mine.

Zhu Wuyao carefully accepted the simple portrait.

If one manages to escape by chance, and learns this Senior Mu's techniques, thus establishing a semi-master-disciple relationship, then offering incense for a few days is always achievable.

When Zhu Wuyao accepted the portrait from Hu San, he didn't forget to use his divination technique to cast a divination for him.

She doesn't really like fortune telling.

Before the answer is known, there are countless possibilities.

But once the final result was revealed, it seemed there was only one ending, no matter how hard one tried—

Both are dead ends.

Zhu Wuyao remained calm and carefully tucked the portrait into the manuscript.

She memorized Mu Changying's body-refining techniques.

Then they went to find Sister Rong.

This time, Zhu Wuyao used a different pretext and had Rong Si's fortune told during their contact.

It's still a dead end.

Although the rebellion plan was somewhat risky, Zhu Wuyao had no idea what caused its failure or what unexpected events might have occurred along the way.

She told fortunes for many people in the mine, and interestingly, some of them actually survived the rebellion.

Was it luck? Or was it a spy?

Whether or not I was invited is unknown.

But the fact that Hu San and Rong Si, these two local bullies, died at least proves that the main force was not a traitor.

We'll have to adapt to the situation then.

The day after Ye Xiaozhou left, the stage for the cultural performance began to be set up.

This location was chosen very well.

It is located at the intersection of various roads, roughly in the transportation hub of the mine, so it is not too far for people from any direction to come here.

It can take into account the vast majority of people.

Just like the plaza in a residential area, it can't be too remote.

In order to expand this place, Zhu Wuyao found a lot of helpers, which aroused a lot of complaints.

"This is ridiculous..."

"With this free time, you might as well chisel a couple more stones. Even if you get an extra spoonful of rice, it's a bonus!"

"Working all day is tiring enough. I wish I could put down the hammer and immediately lie down on the ground to fall asleep. Why would I want to do some little dance?"

……

Zhu Wuyao was embedding nails into the stone wall. She didn't care at all when she heard the curses around her. As long as the work was finished, that was enough for her.

Besides, it would be outrageous if she didn't get criticized for what she did.

Apart from a few exceptionally bright individuals who realized something big might be about to happen, the rest of the workers who came here thought that building the stage was an easy job.

When I arrived, there actually was work to do?

Even Rong Si, after making his rounds, couldn't help but question:

"Is this... really necessary?"

Zhu Wuyao nodded very firmly and said:

"Of course it works."

As she spoke, she carved the last character into the stone wall. On the left was written "Mine Grand Stage," and on the right was inscribed "If you have talent, come and join us."

Very easy to understand.

Zhu Wuyao continued:

"Since we've said we're going to put on a cultural performance, then of course we have to make proper arrangements in all aspects. We can't let it end up being a half-hearted effort and make people think we're not taking it seriously enough."

To avoid being seen or heard? But...

"It should be fine as long as it's roughly the same, is it really necessary to be so serious?"

Sister Rong looked around and thought that this open space seemed quite decent.

It seems that if we tidy it up and clean it up a bit more, it could really become a stage.

"Don't blame me for not warning you. If you continue like this, even with a few of us keeping an eye on things, we might not be able to control it."

Zhu Wuyao certainly knew.

On the second day, her "troublesome" behavior had already aroused dissatisfaction among many people.

If things continue like this, when Ye Xiaozhou returns in ten days, she'll be drowned in a sea of ​​criticism.

Brushing the dust off his hands, Zhu Wuyao said:

"Just set up the framework, and I'll take care of the rest."

She pointed to the middle of the open space and said:

"The portrait drawn by Hu San gave me inspiration. When the time comes, I will put a big rock in the middle, and whoever's turn it is will stand on it. This way, they will be higher up and everyone can see what they are performing."

Rong Si looked in the direction Zhu Wuyao was pointing, as if he had thought of something.

Could it be that the leader is trying to boost morale before the rebellion even begins?

If that's the intended use, then it makes sense.

Anyway, there are still several days left. After that Miss Zhou returns, we'll see if that "thing outside the Five Elements" can open up a path.

Zhu Wuyao, as if in casual conversation, said:

"Sister Rong, you and Brother Hu have been operating here for many years. What collections have you acquired? Could you take me to see them?"

This is asking what kind of backup plan the mine has.

"Haha, what can you do in a place like this? It's all rocks and sand. Are you perhaps interested in unusual stones?"

Zhu Wuyao smiled and said:

"In the southeast direction, there's a hole that's been carved out behind the stone wall. It seems the things there don't belong to you, so I'm relieved."

"It's mine now."