Mo Jiecheng's sudden turn of his head made the distance between the two people suddenly become extremely close.
Ji Wanrong could see his own reflection in Mo Jiecheng's pupils even if he was close enough.
Naturally, the scratches on his face and neck became extremely clear at this moment.
Ji Wanrong stared at his scratched face like a tabby cat, and suddenly thought of the time when Ji Chengde tickled Lu Zhongfeng.
"Repay? Of course I have to repay the favor of saving my life." She murmured softly.
"How do you want to repay her? Promise me with your body?" Mo Jiecheng looked up at her, stretched out his hand and gently put it on her waist. There seemed to be a hook in his thick dark eyes.
"I have a box of scar removal ointment over there, which can help get rid of those cat scratches on your face."
She burst out laughing, her cool fingertips gently touched the scratches on Mo Jiecheng's face, and pressed hard.
Ji Wanrong's laughter and tender words sounded extremely strange in the quiet dark room.
Mo Jiecheng took a breath of pain and retracted his hand.
Poisonous woman! This poisonous woman!
He roared in his heart, but when he heard her mention the scar on his face, he shrank his neck, and the evil smile on his face disappeared in an instant, as if he was afraid to speak anymore.
After Ji Wanrong bandaged his wound, Mo Jiecheng slowly got up from the ground. He patted the robe on his body and looked around again.
When he saw the boxes of gold ingots and the empty boxes, his eyes suddenly shrank, and his expression became solemn for a moment.
The two of them searched around in silence. They could find signs that someone had lived in this dark room, but they did not find Lu Zhongfeng, nor could they find any opening to get out.
You can find a thick stone door, but there is no key socket on the stone door, and there is no mechanism that can be opened.
After staying in a sealed darkroom for a long time, people felt a little dizzy, and they didn't know how Lu Zhongfeng lived. He was able to guard these boxes of gold and silver and stay on this ground for ten years.
Ji Wanrong was a little tired, took a deep breath, lifted his skirt and sat on the ground.
Mo Jiecheng listened to the movement behind him and turned his head to look at her.
"What are you going to do?" Ji Wanrong asked.
"We can't find the exit, and we can't find Lu Zhongfeng. We can't wait to die here. We just need to find a sharp weapon to dig out this stone door."
Mo Jiecheng knocked on the stone door and was very sure that this stone door was different from the earthen wall. It was hollow here.
Ji Wanrong raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo Jiecheng.
They waited all night in the master bedroom, taking turns sleeping in undressed clothes, so the hairpin on her head had long been removed, and Mo Jiecheng came in a hurry and didn't bring his sword with him.
"How to dig? You don't have any sharp tools. You don't have to dig with your hands, do you?"
When Mo Jiecheng heard this, his eyes when he looked at Ji Wanrong suddenly became meaningful: "Have you?"
Ji Wanrong looked at him strangely: "What do I have?"
Mo Jiecheng looked at the flat purse on her waist: "There must be something useful in your purse, such as a scalpel or something. Although it doesn't look like it can fit in it, I am sure that there must be something there." .”
Feeling Mo Jiecheng's hot eyes on the purse at his waist, Ji Wanrong's heart shrank.
"Don't be stingy. Take it out when your life is at stake. Otherwise, both I and you will dig it out with your hands."
After Ji Wanrong heard this, looking at Mo Jiecheng's face gradually turning pale due to blood loss, he still summoned a scalpel from space.
She pretended to take out the scalpel from her purse, walked to Mo Jiecheng's side again, and handed the scalpel to his hand.
"Hurry up and dig. Seeing that you don't look good, we'd better get out quickly."
While Mo Jiecheng still has the strength, she wants him to dig quickly. If she waits for him to faint, won't the heavy responsibility of digging the dog hole fall on her head?
This is called making the best use of everything.
Mo Jiecheng didn't know what Ji Wanrong was thinking, but he was very moved after hearing her words.
However, he still looked up and down Ji Wanrong's face with sharp eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then said calmly.
"Besides this, do you also carry an irritating liquid in your purse, the kind that can corrode walls?"
"It's the kind you used when you wanted to dig a dog hole in Prince Han's Mansion. I lost too much blood and have no strength in my body. If there is that liquid, it will save effort when digging."
Ji Wanrong was shocked when she realized that Mo Jiecheng had investigated her after the incident and found out that she had used it on the wall of the palace that night when she was suspected of being a Beili spy and planned to escape overnight and dig a dog hole. Concentrated sulfuric acid.
As expected of Mo Jiecheng, he secretly investigated her before and found something strange about her, but he still remained calm.
This bitch, now at a critical moment of life and death, actually deliberately tested her!
So Ji Wanrong had a cold face and gritted his teeth and urged: "No! My wallet is not a treasure chest. I can get whatever I want. I only have one scalpel, so dig it out quickly!"
"Oh fine."
After listening to Ji Wanrong's words, Mo Jiecheng held the scalpel between his thumb and index finger and began to chisel into the wall.
He was chiseling one after another, and his whole body looked weak. After half a stick of incense, there was only a hole as big as a sesame seed on the thick wall!
Mo Jiecheng's voice was still ringing faintly.
"The vase mechanism just now is definitely not as simple as turning, but the person standing there weighs as much as Jing Zhaoyin. I was holding you just now, and I just added your weight, and His ability is almost the same, so we can find the secret room by chance, but others won't have it so easy."
"But I don't have any strength now. If we wait for the group of people outside to find us, we might already be dead."
"Ji Wanrong, what should we do? I don't have a child yet. I want to have a child. Why don't we give birth to one here now? By the time they find us, we will be the third mate with bones."
Ji Wanrong was so angry with Mo Jiecheng when he heard what he said.
She summoned the concentrated sulfuric acid from the space, and then handed it heavily to his hand.
"You have the strength to have a baby, but not the strength to dig a hole? I just looked through my purse and happened to find a bottle of liquid that can corrode the wall. It's okay now, dig it quickly!!"
Mo Jiecheng looked at the bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid in his hand. There were some words written on the transparent material that he couldn't understand.
He then raised his head again and looked at Ji Wanrong's angry little face, his eyes widened like a cross-eyed chicken, and Mo Jiecheng curled his lips slightly.
"This liquid is corrosive. If you accidentally touch it with your hands, your hands will be destroyed. Be careful and pour it where you need to dig a hole." Ji Wanrong gritted his teeth.
Mo Jiecheng obeyed and opened the bottle cap of concentrated sulfuric acid, and then poured it into the corner of the stone wall. There was a crackling sound, which was that the concentrated sulfuric acid was corroding the wall.
Mo Jiecheng took in all of this, looked at the palm-sized bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid in the palm of his hand, and looked at the small purse on Ji Wanrong's waist, and then started to dig the hole with the scalpel.
Ji Wanrong breathed a sigh of relief, but then heard Mo Jiecheng's unhurried voice slowly sounded again.
"Although Master Jiuyun said that in front of my father, I can confirm that you are not the Ji Wanrong you used to be. Who are you?"
"If I don't change my name or surname, I am Ji Wanrong. I have sworn a poisonous oath in the past. If I am not, I will cut off my descendants. Besides, monks don't lie. How could Master Jiuyun lie to protect me?"
Ji Wanrong realized that he had told too many lies, and it was easy to catch him.
After hearing Ji Wanrong's words, Mo Jiecheng felt a little dissatisfied and turned to look at her.
"I don't know why he lied. For example, it is impossible for him to teach you this medical skill, because you have never left the capital, but he still said so."
"Then you are wrong to say that. I did live in the suburbs of Beijing for a period of time when I was young. Why can't I meet Master Jiuyun?"
"Have you lived in the suburbs of Beijing? When? In which village? I have also lived in the suburbs of Beijing. Why don't I know about this?"
Mo Jiecheng frowned and looked at her. In the past, when he was investigating his savior, he had also investigated everything about Ji Mansion.
The person who lived in the suburbs of Beijing when he was young was not Ji Wanrong, but Ji Yunyao!
