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Yang Huan stuck to the crystal wall, her eyes were turning, and she looked inside carefully.
In the glittering and translucent jade, about a centimeter deep, the place where you point with your little finger seems to be more moist, and its color is slightly milky in flawless transparency, which is very different from the surrounding area. If you don't distinguish it carefully, you can't see it at all.
"There must be active crystals!"
Yang Huan silently wished that the tip of the ice cone in his hand reached into the crack of the jade wall, and carefully pried off the jade that might have active crystal.
There is only one meal ticket, only enough for one day's consumption. If a source crystal cannot be dug up tomorrow, he will starve to death in a few days, just like countless prisoners in the ice mine.
No one will sympathize with him and give him even a small piece of living food. In the ice prison, money is a meal ticket, and everything needs a meal ticket. A meal ticket can be exchanged for five yellow and hard coarse-grain steamed buns and a bowl of porridge, and you can also collect several luxury items such as tobacco, alcohol and even meat. Ordinary prisoners like Yang Huan have to pay a meal ticket to the warden of the cell to get protection, one every five days, or five at a time.
There is only one way for a meal ticket, and that is to enter the ice mine, mine the source crystal and use it. ...
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