The stone door was slammed shut, and no movement could be seen behind the door. All one could feel was that the cave was shaking violently and crazily. There was a thunderous sound from behind the door, which was the sound of huge rocks falling down.
He Zhenfu panicked and slapped the stone door like crazy. His palms hurt when he slapped and his palms were red. He yelled hoarsely: "Sir, Sir, Yao joins the army, Yao joins the army, Sir."
I don't know how long it took before the violent shaking gradually stopped, the rapid muffled thunder also slowed down, and it took a long time before there was a muffled sound.
He Zhenfu languished on the ground, his eyes were red, and he stood up reluctantly with his hands on the ground. He looked at the two internal guards who also had pale faces, and gave a trembling order: "Go, go find Leng Shaoyin alone and ask him to Tiao Jingzhao Mansion Yamen came to help, then went to Han Mansion, told Captain Meng about the matter, and asked him to also transfer people from Han Mansion, and another person went back to the Internal Security Department to transfer all the remaining internal guards. ."
The two inner guards responded in unison, calmed down at least, turned around and walked out.
"Wait a minute," He Zhenfu suddenly remembered something and said with a cold face: "If anyone asks, just say that you have found a new clue and there is a shortage of manpower. If Leng Shaoyin asks, tell the truth. Leave a mark when you go out. , call eight more inner guards to come in with their equipment."
The two inner guards did not hesitate and retreated very quickly.
The cave suddenly became quiet, and only He Zhenfu was left.
The torch in his hand was almost burned out, leaving only a very faint spark.
He leaned against the stone wall, his heart pounding with panic. He thought about the consequences of eight hundred Han Changmu being buried alive, and found that in the end there was only one word of death.
The spark swayed with all its strength, and finally died silently.
The cave suddenly fell into endless darkness and silence.
Yao Yao woke up with a splitting headache. When he woke up, his eyes were completely dark.
She moved her body and found that her body was heavy and she didn't know what was weighing on her.
She stretched out her hand and touched it, and was startled. She hurriedly pushed the man and said: "My lord, my lord, please don't make me lord."
She shouted several times, but did not wake up Han Changmu. She only felt that the posture of Han Changmu lying on her was very strange, so she reached out and touched his back. She smelled it and found that it was sticky and wet. The fishy smell of blood.
She was trembling a little. She didn't know whether Han Changmu was seriously injured, but she couldn't wake him up, so it seemed that he was seriously injured.
She carefully moved Han Changmu to the open space aside, where he lay down, and tremblingly touched the lantern hanging on her wrist.
Fortunately, the lantern was still intact, but it was blown out by the wind caused by the falling rocks.
Her palms were sweating so much that she couldn't hold the fire.
She seemed to have never been so panicked as she was now, even when she was being sent to death.
When the rocks fell, the lantern on her wrist and the torch held by Han Changmu were both extinguished. She could not see clearly and could only identify where the rocks fell based on the sound of wind in her ears, so she would inevitably miss something.
She still remembered the scene before she fainted. It was Han Changmu who protected her in his arms and hid in the corner of a stone wall.
She was not hit by the rocks, but she heard Han Changmu's muffled low hum in her ears. Her heart palpitated, her head hit the stone wall, and she fell into a coma.
With a "pop" sound, Yao Yao lit up the lantern and first checked the situation in front of him.
Everything as far as the eye could see was piled with rocks, from the ground to the top of the cave, leaving no gaps to pass through. The angle between her and Han Changmu was not only extremely small, but it also didn't look that big. Stable.
She stretched out her hand and gestured. If the pile of stones in front of her fell apart and the rocks rushed towards her, what posture would she use to make her death less painful?
After thinking for a moment and finding no results, she turned to look at Han Changmu.
Han Changmu's face turned slightly pale, but he was not dead, and his breathing was relatively steady. There was only sweat on his forehead, and he was obviously in some pain.
Yao Yao held the lantern and leaned over, only to see blood seeping through Han Changmu's clothes and sticking to his back.
She pursed her lips and lifted up Han Changmu's clothes, revealing a large piece of bloody back.
First debridement, then disinfection, and finally applying wound medicine and bandaging were all done by Yao Yao.
While cleaning the dust and gravel from the wound, Yao Yao discovered that the wound on Han Changmu's back was not deep. It should have been a scratch caused by the falling boulder. Her heart dropped a little. It would be fine if it was not hit hard. Such a big one The stone hit his back, and the bones must have been broken.
Thinking of this, she felt mixed emotions and her hands became lighter.
Cleaning the wound does not hurt. What really hurts is the disinfection. The ancients did not have disinfectants, but for such a large area of wound, it is obviously inappropriate not to disinfect or give a tetanus shot.
Yao Yao thought for a while, took off the small wine bag from his waist and shook it. There was still more than half a bottle of Shaodaozi in it.
It's not a good wine, so it doesn't hurt to use it for disinfection.
She pursed her lips and carefully poured the burning knife onto the wound.
Han Changmu was in severe pain, the meat on his back twitched, and big beads of sweat hit the ground with a crackling sound.
Han Changmu woke up from the severe bone-gnawing pain. He vaguely smelled the smell of soju. He trembled his lips and said in a low voice: "Are you hungry?"
Yao Yao was startled, his hand shook, and all the remaining burning knife was poured onto the wound.
Han Changmu's back was stiff with pain, and he didn't feel relieved for a long time.
This feeling is so damn sour.
Han Changmu followed Xie Mengxia's example and swore in secret. He turned around and looked like a handsome nobleman, and said tremblingly: "Take care of my wound."
Yao Yao pouted and said in shock: "Otherwise, what if I make Shaojiu and roast the meat?" She illuminated Han Changmu's face with a lantern, and under the yellow-orange light, his face turned pale.
Her heart softened for a moment, and she couldn't say anything harsh. She said gently: "Just be patient for a while, and it will be fine." She paused, and then said: "Fortunately, no muscles or bones were injured, just some flesh wounds. Just take care of it and it’ll be fine.”
Han Changmu hummed, didn't say much, just lay down with his head down, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain.
After Yao Yao carefully cleaned the wound, he took a bottle of knife wound medicine from his pouch and sprinkled half of it on the wound. Han Changmu shivered in pain.
The other half was filled with medicine for the knife wound. Yao Yao looked around, tugged on Han Changmu's shirt, and said with a smile, "Sir, how about I tear off your shirt to bandage the wound."
Han Changmu was speechless for a long time and pursed his lips. It was better for him to take off his clothes than for a girl to take off her clothes. Finally, he reluctantly took off the Fei robe, took off his middle coat, hugged the Fei robe with his bare back, and lay on the ground.
Yao Yao looked at it and clicked his tongue.
This enchanting posture makes him look like a well-behaved young man who has been molested.
With very neat hands, she tore open her plain white shirt with a hiss, tore it into long strips as wide as her palm, and tied them up piece by piece to make a simple bandage.
When she passed the bandage around Han Changmu's body and around his back, she sprinkled some knife wound medicine on the bandage, then wrapped it around the wound, and finally wrapped it around her body.
Just like this, it was wound around and around, and the bandage made of a middle coat was enough. It went around Han Changmu's body and tied a very tight knot.
Yao Yao nodded slightly with satisfaction.
Well, yes, this figure, how can I put it in that sentence, looks thin when dressed, but looks fat when undressed.
Han Changmu was embarrassed when Yao Yao saw him, so he hurriedly put on his scarlet robe. Due to the injury on his back, he just leaned against the stone wall and breathed a little breathlessly: "What is the situation now?"
Yao Yao held a lantern to illuminate the front. The light shone on the jagged rocks, and the shadows were like layers of mountains.
Han Changmu glanced at it and sneered slightly at himself: "It turns out that he was buried alive."
Yao Yao nodded heavily, was he buried alive?
She chuckled: "There is only one way now, I hope He Zhenfu can dig us out."
Han Changmu glanced at the boulders in front of him, then at the lantern hanging on Yao Yao's wrist, and sighed: "I'm afraid I can't wait."
Yao Yao frowned: "What?"
Han Changmu pointed to the lantern: "This place is small and tightly sealed. Sooner or later we will be suffocated here. Look at your lantern, it's not as bright as it was just now."
Yao Yao shook his hand and hurriedly looked at the flickering candlelight.
Isn't it? The space is closed and the air is thin. Sooner or later, you will be suffocated to death.
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao's uncertain face and said casually: "Don't worry, if there is such a moment, I will die first to give you an extra breath."
Yao Yao lowered her head and said nothing. Naturally, she didn't want to die, and she didn't want others to die trying to save her. This was a sin.
She was a little suffocated. She didn't know whether it was because the air was thinning so quickly, or whether she was affected by Han Changmu's words, so she looked at the candlelight with a good look, her eyes were slightly blurred.
"Sir, it's windy, it's windy here." Yao Yao pointed at the lantern and said suddenly, startling Han Changmu.
Han Changmu followed Yao Yao's hand and saw that the light kept swaying to one side, apparently blown by the wind.
Wind, why is there wind here?
Han Changmu stood up holding on to the stone wall and looked towards the place where the wind was blowing.
That's the other stone wall at the angle. The brown-yellow stone wall is rugged and uneven, with no difference at all.
He raised his hand and knocked hard on the stone wall, and the sound of "knock-knock-knock" became louder and louder. The sound was no different from other stone walls. Obviously, the thickness of this stone wall had not changed.
At this time, Yao Yao took out his dagger and cleaned the dust along the edge of the stone wall. After cleaning up the dust, no gap was found.
She was quiet for a moment and approached the stone wall with her lantern.
When it was in the middle of the stone wall, the candle flame did not change at all. It always danced quietly without shaking violently.
When the lantern moved down and was close to the ground, the candle flame suddenly seemed to be stirred by something, and violently rushed towards the direction where Yao Yao was standing. The light was blown bright and dim, and was about to go out.
