Faced with such a hopeless situation, Song Qing was full of helplessness and could only choose to compromise.
He gritted his teeth, a flash of resolve crossed his face, and his hands tremblingly took the poison pill, tilting his head back to swallow it.
Seeing this, Xu Wendong smiled with satisfaction, then pointed to the towering, misty mountain peak in the distance and said loudly, "Go ahead, dig out that big mountain."
"Inside lies the treasure I've been seeking for a long time, worth a fortune. As long as you can dig it out, it's all yours!"
Song Qing's eyelids twitched fiercely a few times.
He couldn't have imagined that the "good job" Xu Wendong referred to would be such a ridiculous and almost insane task.
"Sir, isn't your request a bit too outrageous?" Song Qing's face turned ashen, veins bulged on his forehead, and the anger and unwillingness in his heart were like a volcano about to erupt.
