The entrance of the hole is small but the space inside is large. The flickering light of the fire only sways around the edge of the hole, and it is really difficult to shine deep into the hole.
Wang Xian was like a blind man feeling for an elephant, using only one hand to find suspicious places in the holes. When he encountered any raised or sunken stones with strange shapes, he felt more carefully.
He squinted his eyes, his face looking serious as never before. Suddenly he touched a slightly smooth bulge among the rugged stones, as if it had been touched many times. He couldn't help shouting with joy. He said: "Sir, I found the mechanism."
Saying this, he excitedly pressed down on the raised smooth stone.
There was a moment of silence, and even the sound of a needle falling was like thunder. A moment later, a dull friction sound suddenly sounded from deep in the hole, like a dull knife being scratched on the ground. The sound was extremely painful and heartbreaking.
The atmosphere seemed to be frozen for a moment, and the condensation was particularly strange.
Han Changmu's heart skipped a beat. He unconsciously raised his eyelids and saw the corner of Du Feng's clothes swaying slightly, as if being blown by the wind.
He looked again and saw that the corner of his clothes had fallen down and was motionless.
In the light of the calcium carbide fire, he shouted loudly: "Wang Xian, stop it."
But it was a little too late to say this, and it was obviously too late.
There seemed to be something on the edge of the hole that was about to break through the obstruction and spurt out. Gravel and powder continued to fall down, hitting Wang Xian's hand that had no time to pull it out.
At the same time, a gust of wind struck Wang Xian in the back like a knife.
Only two clanking sounds were heard, and two short blades came out and were nailed directly to the edge of the hole. There was a tremor, and large pieces of gravel smashed into the hole, and they were stabbed crazily from the cracks on the edge. Several sharp knives broke simultaneously, and the barbed spikes fell into the soil at the bottom of the hole, but the cold light was still sharp and compelling.
Just as the sharp knife broke off, Han Changmu flew up, his fluttering clothes swept by a gust of wind, and kicked away the short blade that went straight to Wang Xian's vest.
The crisp sound of "clang" shocked Wang Xian back to his senses. He looked down at the bloody wound and saw the hand that had been changed beyond recognition. For the first time, his mind turned quickly, and he figured out the matter in an instant. From beginning to end, I jumped to my feet in shock and cursed.
"Oh, you little bastard! I care about you, Immortal Banpan. If I don't destroy you today, I will take your surname!!" Wang Xian shook the hand that escaped death, and he was so angry that he almost vomited blood. Apart from scolding, he couldn't think of anything else to do.
Han Changmu's face was sullen, and his fierceness surged. The cave suddenly became bitingly cold, and an extremely restrained and violent aura swept silently. He moved quickly like changing his body.
Wang Xian hadn't seen clearly what Han Changmu had done, but he felt that every move he made was smooth and effortless.
In just one breath, Du Feng, who should have been unconscious, had his hands wrapped around the cold iron chains and hung outside the cave, dangling in the air like a rootless grass. All it took was a gust of wind. , he was about to fall and be shattered into pieces.
Wang Xian looked stunned, with his mouth slightly open and a little out of breath.
After hanging Du Feng up, Han Changmu stepped on the short plum blossom blade on the ground, raised his foot slightly, and the short blade
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Then he was kicked into the air. The tip of the knife flashed with cold light and pierced into Du Feng's wrist with a pop. It penetrated out without any hindrance, leaving a bloody hole.
The blood spurted out like a spring, raining blood splashed onto the protruding rock, and the scattered traces of blood were shocking.
Du Feng howled miserably, his face pale enough to compete with the white clouds.
Wang Xian's face was full of horror, and he let out a short ah, his voice was drowned in Du Feng's horrifying screams. He held his chin to prevent it from falling to the ground, and gained a new understanding of the name Han Changmu's cold-faced King of Hell.
What a vicious devil.
However, Wang Xian was only frightened for a moment and did not feel scared. There was nothing to fear. There was a human life hanging on every finger of his. Seeing this little blood, it was nothing.
Blood dripped from the wrist and covered the entire arm, dripping down and flying in the wind. In just a moment, the protruding rock was stained scarlet.
Du Feng was dripping with painful cold sweat, his nose flapped, he was panting like an ox, his lips were trembling so hard that he couldn't close them, and drool was dripping from the corners of his mouth. But he didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he took a breath and sneered through gritted teeth: "You alone are worthy of coveting Emperor Ming's legacy, bah."
Wang Xian had recovered from his rage at this time. He stepped forward quickly and kicked Du Feng far away with a "clang" kick. Then he flew back like a gust of wind. He laughed angrily: "What's the matter?" , We are not worthy, but you, a loser, are worthy? Just because you, a loser with a brain that is not as big as a melon seed, still want to plot against us adults, bah, you are worthy too!!"
After hearing Wang Xian's words, Han Changmu was stunned for a moment and almost laughed out loud.
Naoren'er is not as big as melon seed kernel. What kind of saying is this? It's quite appropriate.
Du Fengcai was not in the mood to care about what Wang Xian said. He stared at Wang Xian's hand covered with bright red wounds and smiled a bit maniacally. His eyes were shining like crazy, like a hungry wolf in the dark night. : "You can't get the treasure left by Emperor Ming! You can't get it! Only me! Only I am worthy of it!"
Du Feng's face turned pale due to excessive blood loss, and the strong eyes and brows and alertness no longer existed, replaced by madness and ferocity, which looked really weird.
Wang Xian shuddered inexplicably, looked at Han Changmu and asked hesitantly: "Sir, there is something wrong with this man."
Han Changmu narrowed his eyes, and without giving Du Feng a chance to think about it, he kept asking coldly: "Stop pretending to be crazy here. Tell the truth, is there a map here? Where did you hide the map? If Hand it over and I will spare your life."
Du Feng, however, was still laughing like crazy and talking nonsense like before: "You ordinary people still want to find Emperor Ming's legacy and dream about it. You are just wishful thinking. Only I, only I am worthy to inherit Emperor Ming's legacy." precious."
Han Changmu and Wang Xian looked at each other in surprise. Du Feng looked like he had been stimulated and suddenly lost his mind and went crazy.
This madness can be real or fake, there are those who can pretend it, and those who can fake it can look like the real thing.
This Du Feng was so crazy that he was caught off guard. Was he pretending to be crazy, or was he really crazy because of the word "wind" in his name?
Wang Xian was not so thoughtful, he picked out Du Feng's words word for word.
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He stepped forward and stabbed Du Feng's intact wrist with a simple and rough knife.
A white knife went in and a red knife came out. Bloody beads spurted out as if for free.
Du Feng screamed and wailed as if he was asking for money, and his screams could not be heard without stopping.
Wang Xian clicked his tongue twice: "Now it has been pierced. When it is cut off with the next knife, do you think if you fall down and your bones will be chewed up, you will have to go to hell and not be reincarnated as a human being?"
I thought Du Feng would be stunned for a moment after hearing these words, but to his surprise, his face remained unchanged and his heart stopped beating. He was still talking crazily and nonsense. His wrist hurt so much that he screamed from time to time.
Wang Xian looked at Du Feng's two bloody arms and felt his heart pounding. He unconsciously touched his own arm, which was also aching, and turned to look at Han Changmu in surprise.
Isn't this just pretending? This is really crazy. If he is pretending, this person's endurance is extraordinary.
He then thought again, this man could endure the pain of broken bones. In comparison, the two blood holes on his wrists were really just flowers carved into his flesh.
Han Changmu stared at Du Feng closely. With such severe pain in his bones and such inhuman torture, he couldn't see any sign of Du Feng's consciousness regaining consciousness. It was just that his eyes were staring blankly at the hole, his expression getting more and more serious. of madness and greed.
His eyebrows jumped, and he turned to look at the hole where the edge had collapsed.
The hole was much larger than before, and the dark pit and rugged stone wall could already be vaguely seen. After the sharp knife was cut off by the short blade thrown by Han Changmu, no other sharp knife appeared at the edge of the hole.
It looks like the crisis is over.
Han Changmu suddenly raised his hand and hit the hole with a riding crop. With a "pop" sound, dust flew up and rocks rolled.
"Stop, stop! Stop!" Du Feng was so frightened by Han Changmu's actions that his face turned pale. He immediately stopped pretending to be crazy or stupid. Even the two holes bleeding on his wrists, It doesn't seem to hurt anymore, it miraculously heals itself.
Han Changmu's hand was very accurate. When the whip went down, gravel fell from the entrance of the cave, but it did not collapse. The falling gravel hit Du Feng's heart, causing his mind to collapse instantly and panic. I can't breathe.
The words were still being spoken, but Du Feng suddenly stopped. His face, which was neither crazy nor crazy, was filled with evil spirits. He lowered his eyes in annoyance, staring straight at the riding whip in Han Changmu's hand. He was obviously very aware of the situation at hand, and he was still too young. After a while, I can't beat the thousand-year-old fox.
Now that things have come to this, there is nothing more that is unclear.
Wang Xian didn't even bother to look at Du Feng again, and walked straight to the hole.
This time, he did not reach into the hole rashly, but tapped on the edge of the hole with a short blade. Seeing that there was nothing strange, he held a torch with one hand and carefully reached in with the other. He rummaged through the hole carefully again.
At this time, more than half of the cave entrance collapsed, and more than half of the depth of the hole was exposed. Under the firelight, there was more light in the dark hole. Now, the situation in the hole could be seen clearly.
Wang Xian lay down at the entrance of the cave and looked inside carefully.
The smooth stone that had caused the strange phenomenon had fallen to the bottom of the cave, and there was a hole within a hole on the cave wall.
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