After leaving the mine, the man returned home.
Looking at the dilapidated residence, the man smiled indifferently. After a simple packing, he walked out of the house again.
This was only his temporary residence. He had lived in this place for several years, and it was time for him to leave.
In the past, when he went out, he was always in a low mood and had to work hard to make a living, like a walking corpse.
But this time, he left home to go home, to his real home.
In his old clothes were all of his savings, as well as his sharpened short knife and hand crossbow.
Hiding a sharp weapon and not showing it to others, the day it's unsheathed, the head will roll.
He had not come into contact with these things for a long time, but at this moment, they would soon come in handy.
Not long after he left home, the man came to a dilapidated residential area and walked around it.
