Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

Yang Ling ignored the other man, busying himself with arranging the fire oil.

After pouring the fire oil, Yang Ling thought for a moment, then took off everything he was carrying.

The Centenary Refined Vermilion Gold Pickaxe, the flying dagger belt, the Seventh-Rank Official Saber, the Seventh-Rank Qilin Boots, and the Seventh-Rank Ironclad uniform.

He wasn't sure whether his Flame Immunity skill would also protect all this equipment.

So leaving them aside was the safest bet.

Shen Shuyan's eyes flickered. "What exactly are you planning to do?"

Yang Ling crouched down to set down several wooden boxes. These were all filled with Foundation Consolidation Pills.

Then he picked up the wooden box containing the Spirit Nurturing Pills and took out a fire starter, ready to ignite the oil.

Shen Shuyan frowned slightly, a thought seemingly forming in his mind.