It seems that the lives of these villagers aren't so worthless in the eyes of Hu Ba and his men, after all. The main reason being, if all of them were dead, there would be no one left to mine the Origin Stones for them.
"Twenty catties?" Suddenly, a villager cried out in panic, their face revealing a sorrowful expression. Clearly, the total Demonic Source Stones the villagers had didn't amount to twenty catties.
Brother Long took a deep breath, his resolute eyes fearlessly met Hu Ba's gaze, "I'm sorry, but our haul for today isn't much, as it comes from an abandoned Source Mine. The Demonic Source Stones we collected barely reach ten catties."
"Humph! Long Tian, you think you can deceive me? Who doesn't know that the Source Mine you've found today is quite substantial? Less than ten catties? Then leave your life behind!" Hu Ba glanced at Long Tian's waist and chuckled, "It seems you've got the biggest haul, keeping the Demonic Source Stones to support that little widow, are you?"
