Seeing this scene, Yao Yao breathed a sigh of relief, took a step back, and fell to the ground. His face was slightly pale, but his expression was extremely restrained. He could not see any sign of seeing hope after experiencing despair, and then crying with joy. look.
Han Changmu stood up and helped Yao Yao, feeling sad in his heart.
Since being trapped here, he has never seen Yao Yao have any emotions of fear, fear, or even despair, but seeing her emotions leaking out at this moment, he understood that she was still afraid after all, but she was smaller than usual. Girls are good at hiding.
Yao Yao stiffened, but finally moved back with the help of Han Changmu's hand. He looked in the direction of the wind, widened his clear almond eyes, and murmured: "The gap is at the bottom, but there is no gap on the side. Which direction does this door open from?"
Han Changmu raised his eyelids: "It doesn't matter where you open the door. What matters is where the mechanism to open the door is."
As soon as she said this, Yao Yao's heart felt stuffy and she couldn't breathe. When she was looking for the air leak, she had already carefully screened everything she could see. This was a habit she had developed for a long time. Not deliberately, but subconsciously and carefully looking at things and places that can be seen anytime and anywhere.
The brownish-yellow stone wall is uneven, and the protruding jagged rocks cast strange shadows. Under the light, the shadows sway slightly, like countless ghost hands, silently strangling people's hearts.
Yao Yao looked at it, his eyes were a little blurry, his eye sockets were astringent, and he was stunned for a moment, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
The tears flowed down unconsciously until they reached his lips. Yao Yao noticed it and quickly wiped his face. His heart was filled with doubts.
It's just that she didn't see the dent that matched the broken porcelain pieces. Why did she cry while watching it? It's not like watching a Korean drama.
She thought for a moment, there was something wrong with the stone wall.
Han Changmu was also rubbing his eyes, his face as gloomy as a dark cloud holding back a heavy rain.
He obviously saw something wrong with the stone wall, but he did not step forward rashly. He turned to look at Yao Yao's face, his expression darkened, and he advised in a low voice: "There will be a way."
Is there any way?
Yao Yao pressed his heart and felt even more depressed.
Han Changmu pursed his dry lips, held his hands on his knees, and looked at the mottled shadows on the ground. He suddenly laughed and joked seriously for the first time: "If you really have no choice, you can only You feel wronged and wronged, and you are buried here with me."
"Pfft", Yao Yao squirted, and she succeeded in making Han Changmu laugh angrily.
The face of the King of Hell is a joke, but it is also quite scary.
It's true that as big as your heart is, so are your dreams.
She gave Han Changmu a cold look, and said with a smile: "Then I have found my own way to go out, so you can stay here with peace of mind."
Han Changmu smiled, not feeling the bitterness of being trapped underground and uncertain about his life or death. Instead, he looked at Yao Yao with a calm smile.
Han Changmu knew how hard it was in Yeting and how cruel it was in the Beiya Forbidden Army, but he couldn't imagine how he could develop a pair of clear and cunning eyes in such a difficult and cruel environment.
Yao Yao was stunned by Han Changmu's gaze. In such a dead situation, this man didn't want to think about how to survive, but instead stared at her with gleaming eyes.
What are you doing here, are you crazy?
She was extremely embarrassed and hurriedly looked around to find the mechanism to open the door.
she wants
Get out quickly and stay away from this madman.
Han Changmu curled his lips and smiled. He also felt that what he was doing was inappropriate, so he endured the excruciating pain on his back and looked for the mechanism to open the door together.
Only by getting out alive can we plan for the future.
In fact, it is said that I searched carefully, but the place where I can search is only about the size of a palm. I have just looked at it carefully, and now I will look at it again, which is better than nothing.
Han Changmu and his two men couldn't find the mechanism to open the door with their four eyes.
Is there anything more desperate than seeing hope and then losing it?
Yao Yao sat back down and raised his hand to grab the skirt of his clothes.
The despair that had just been suppressed surged out, and was immediately replaced by overwhelming fear.
She felt stuffy, her heart felt really stuffy, she was starved of oxygen and her eyesight was dazzled.
Han Changmu noticed something was wrong with Yao Yao's expression, his face changed, and he didn't care whether his back hurt or not. He hurriedly came over and asked: "A Yao, what's wrong with you? Are you injured somewhere?"
Yao Yao shook his head, his whole body became weaker and weaker, his voice was light and floating, as if it was hanging in the air, and he spat out word by word: "No, boring."
For some reason, Han Changmu also felt a hot fire rushing into his heart. He tugged on his collar and asked anxiously: "Much, why is it so boring? Where is it so boring?"
Yao Yao couldn't tell where he was feeling depressed, he just felt his heart twitching, and his whole body felt so limp that he couldn't even breathe. He put his hands feebly on his clothes, and his soft voice contained a little bit of unconscious charm: "stuffy."
This charming feeling was like the spring breeze turning into rain, falling silently into Han Changmu's heart, gripping it tightly, and he could not restrain a throb, bursting out his most primitive desire.
He leaned forward unknowingly and met Yao Yao's mist-covered eyes. He suddenly shivered, but the faint clarity in his heart was quickly wiped away by confusion and infatuation.
But what a cruel person Han Changmu is, cruel to others and merciless to himself.
Taking advantage of the last moment when the clarity in his heart dissipated, he drew out the dagger with lightning speed and stabbed his palm hard. When he pulled it out again, blood splashed onto Yao Yao's face.
The hot, fishy blood splashed onto the cold face, burning like a flame.
"Damn it, I almost got hurt." Yao Yao woke up from the burn all of a sudden. He bit his molar teeth and cursed. He didn't see any big movement on his hand, but there was a streak of blood across his palm. wounds.
Han Changmu raised his eyes and looked at the stone wall where the wind was blowing in. A little bit of faint invisible smoke was squeezing in along the cracks in the ground.
The light smoke is colorless and odorless, and it penetrates everywhere. It's no wonder that Han Changmu and the two caught it without checking.
Seeing the light smoke gradually thickening, it filled this narrow square inch with dense mist, and in an instant it was about to weave into a white mist.
With such thick smoke, even if you have a veil to block your mouth and nose, it will not help.
If it was really poisonous gas, death would be clean, but it was such a shameful and sinister thing. If it was really poisonous, I'm afraid living would be even worse than death.
Han Changmu covered his mouth and nose tightly with a handkerchief, and looked at Yao Yao. There was a heavy chill in his voice: "Rush out?"
Yao Yao nodded without hesitation: "Sir, do you have any ideas?"
Han Changmu pursed his lips: "Yes."
He raised his chin towards the stone wall: "Explode."
Yao Yao choked for a moment, covered his mouth and his voice was buzzing, and he was speechless: "Explode, explode!!"
Han Changmu nodded confidently, and his words were full of sternness: "I brought a small amount of explosives with me, which can barely blow up a hole. If I just blow up this stone wall, the entire cave will be affected and will collapse soon, so we can escape There is only a moment of opportunity, if it fails, you will die without a burial."
After saying this, he looked at Yao Yao with deep eyes and deep meaning.
Through the pale smoke, those eyes were extremely bright but also extremely cold. Yao Yao ignored that gaze and only felt that it was strange. For no reason, Han Changmu had some gunpowder with him. This strange feeling only existed for a short moment. She turned her head. Looking at the stone wall, he nodded desperately: "Okay, sir, let's blow it up. Whether it's life or death, we have to give it a try."
Han Changmu nodded, and the two of them took a step back, but in fact they could only take one step back. Behind them were huge rocks built up layer by layer.
Han Changmu glanced at Yao Yao, and seeing her calm expression, he took out a small bamboo tube as thick as his thumb from his sleeve.
Yao Yao's eyes were as bright as a torch, and he saw at a glance a very small Korean character carved on the green-yellow bamboo tube.
Her eyes hardened.
Gunpowder has always been in the hands of the imperial court, and the entry and use of gunpowder are all determined and recorded. Even the artillery workshop for making firecrackers is under the control of the weapons supervisor. Han Changmu's gunpowder cartridge is obviously kept privately by the Han government. What's in it? Where did gunpowder come from?
As far as she knew, the Department of Internal Security issued a certain amount of gunpowder every year, but the use of each tael was registered in the register and had to be obtained from the weapons supervisor. It was absolutely impossible for it to be leaked to the Han Palace for private use.
Just when Yao Yao's mind was turning over and over again, Han Changmu had already made a fuss and said to Yao Yao: "Is Yao Yao ready to join the army?"
Yao Yao quickly recovered and nodded: "Okay."
Han Changmu lit the gunpowder barrel and put it in front of the gap where the light smoke squeezed in. He subconsciously held down Yao Yao's head and threw her to the ground.
There was a loud "boom", and the cave shook violently. A stream of fresh air swept in, dissipating the smell of gunpowder. Countless rocks flew up from the stone wall where a hole was blown, and smashed to the ground, hitting the two men's heads. On the body and head.
The huge boulders built up high behind him also made a creaking sound and were about to topple over.
The wind got stronger, and the caves and piles of rocks shook more violently.
"Walk."
Han Changmu shouted loudly, grabbed Yao Yao, and ran towards the stone wall reluctantly.
In fact, it was only one step away. After running over, I found that the outside of the hole was still dark, but the wind blew in, and the hole was not big. It was difficult to get through the thin figures of Han Changmu and Yao Yao. Somewhat reluctantly.
Obviously the quantity of gunpowder is a little small and the power is insufficient.
After being stunned for a moment, the huge boulder behind him began to fall down, and it only took a moment for it to topple.
Yao Yao pursed his lips tightly, raised his hand quickly, and a dazzling cold light hit the edge of the blasted hole.
The power of the gunpowder was not enough, and although the holes exploded were a bit small, the stone wall had been loosened and cracked by the explosion. After being hit hard by the cold light, there was only a series of crashing sounds, and the rubble fell down one after another.
The wind blew into the cave, and the way to survive was right in front of me.
