The image stayed on this moment, in the collapsed hall behind Little Zhou, where burning gold ores lay exposed to air everywhere. Those peculiar crystal clusters even grew to lengths of several tens of centimeters.
This scene stunned Old Flywheel.
He thought he had seen wrong and rubbed his eyes vigorously. After confirming that the image indeed showed high-quality burning gold ores, this demi-human engineer blew a loud whistle on the spot.
It's well-known that psychic images can't be faked, so this thing must be real!
"Now, this is the two burn-out mining veins we have in our hands. The one underground can't be measured or mined because there's a large amount of rubble above it that can't be cleared in a short time.
But our capable geologists have conducted a preliminary investigation; they dug down and found burning gold ores even at a depth of nearly ten meters."
Murphy spread his hands and said:
