"A slave to the mines, a slave he shall remain…" Lu Ye comforted himself with these words. Compared to those who had been killed, at least he was still alive.,Just as rice can nurture a hundred different kinds of people, there were all sorts of miners. Some, like the Liu brothers, were lazy and good-for-nothing. Others, like Lu Ye, had dreams in their hearts.,>More than a year of slave life, Lu Ye had seen too many tragedies and long understood that in this world where people devour each other, any mercy and sympathy was useless.。