The engineering of this river, besides strictly adhering to a two-hour work schedule, Duan Yun enforced a half-hour lunch break during physically demanding phases, with the lunch break still counting towards wages.
Today happened to be a particularly intense stone-breaking phase, so the group took their usual nap at the riverside camp.
A group of strong n, so were snuggled together, sleeping soundly.
But as they slept, they nearly all woke up.
Normally, during nap ti, everyone wakes up at different tis, making this seem a bit strange to everyone.
At this mont, Martial Artist Li Tong suddenly spoke: "I had a dream."
A nearby companion followed up: "I also had a dream, I dreamt of a fish."
Once these words ca out, others gathered around, their expressions turning peculiar.
"I also dreamt of a fish, a stone statue told not to dig anymore, saying if we kept digging, we’d offend the underwater noble and it would cost lives."
"Damn, how identical."
The eerie atmosphere imdiately spread, everyone felt a sense of fear.
Several muscular martial artists and laborers even held each other tightly, one of the largest muscle-bound n embraced left and right, with one at his back, you could say he was surrounded by burly n.
Because this situation was too bizarre, a group resting by the river, all having the sa dream.
The sa dream.
After all, in this ancient world, martial artists outlast cattle in strength, and are stronger than tigers, but still fear ghosts and spirits.
Not to ntion this group of relatively simple-minded martial artists, even Ziyu’s face turned pale.
Because she also had the sa dream, never having encountered such a thing before.
Or rather, she’d write strange tales of ghosts in books, but this was the first ti truly encountering sothing so strange.
So she had Duan Yun called over.
As if with Duan Yun here, things would be much calr, even when facing ghostly matters.
Because this person had a certain spirit, a spirit of chaos.
Of course, Murong brothers could also lighten the terrifying atmosphere.
Because he was sowhat comical.
A person as laughable as a clown can always adjust people’s moods.
Duan Yun, upon hearing what they said, imdiately determined that this wasn’t an accident.
If there weren’t so strange occurrences, it was impossible for so many people to have the sa dream.
However, Young Hero Duan wasn’t flustered, not just because he was filled with righteous heroic spirit, but also because he had encountered strange events before.
Previously, he had t sothing in dreams that wanted to harm him.
Then, a local martial artist couldn’t help but say fearfully: "My grandma said there are ghosts here, the people in our village all know, there’s a man-eating fish spirit in this lake. We’ve encountered ghosts."
Upon hearing this, a group of brawny n hugged even tighter.
At this mont, soone said: "Where did Wang Mazi go?"
"Yeah, where did Wang Mazi go."
"That man loves worrying about nothing, wouldn’t he have snuck down?"
Everyone looked around and realized Wang Mazi was indeed gone.
Duan Yun knew Wang Mazi.
Because this man was quite rare among martial artists.
These martial artists were usually muscle sellers, unwilling to use their brains, but Wang Mazi loved researching.
Or rather, loved engineering.
He had ntioned several small designs before, which were quite useful during river construction.
Such a person easily reminded Duan Yun of a brother from a past life who loved civil engineering.
Wang Mazi didn’t just love working and researching, he was ticulous in his work, if it didn’t reach his standard, you couldn’t make him sleep, he might really be below.
Because this section of the river needs a dam, stone piles need to be erected, so two rather deep holes must be dug.
Duan Yun and Ziyu quickly called Wang Mazi’s na from the position of the two holes.
No response.
No matter how deep this hole is, ultimately it’s directly vertical, with just one turn, if soone were inside, they should have responded earlier.
Duan Yun jumped into the left hole.
He quickly turned around, discovering nothing but the excavated rubble and the urine sll from soone urinating inside, there really was no one.
He quickly went to the right hole’s entrance.
This entrance was slightly slanted, Duan Yun slid in with a shovel.
This day’s light could only illuminate the front part, the latter part was pitch-black.
Duan Yun snapped his fingers, Heroic Fire Lotus blood instantly on his fingertip.
Ziyu followed and entered.
From here, she could only see Duan Yun’s well-rounded buttocks under the Heroic Fire Lotus’s illumination.
"Look here."
At this mont, Duan Yun’s voice ca from deeper within, Ziyu hurriedly followed.
"Was there a hole here before?"
Duan Yun pointed upwards and asked.
Originally, there was an irregular hole on the wall above.
Ziyu shook her head and said: "There shouldn’t be a hole here."
Duan Yun stretched his head up and explored.
At this mont, Ziyu was sowhat nervous, because she feared if there was sothing above, would it bite off Duan Yun’s head in one go, and when it fell, would Duan Yun be headless.
Suddenly, Duan Yun fell back, Ziyu trembled in shock.
In the next instant, when she saw Duan Yun’s head was still intact, she couldn’t help but mutter to herself: "This mind loves to imagine too much."
"It’s really scaring oneself."
Duan Yun said: "It’s deep inside, I’ll go take a look."
"I’ll go too," Ziyu said.
Though she was sowhat afraid of such strange things, similarly, as soone who writes idle books, she was filled with curiosity about the unknown.
Besides, this is the project of this female hero, she had to go.
Thinking of the words "this female hero," Ziyu montarily was less afraid.
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