Jing Mo's two hands immediately moved in response to the sound - his left hand pulled the black scarf on his eye socket hard, and he really responded to it, and at the same time, his right hand had already touched the ribs on the right side, hoping to snatch the short sword in the hand of Siliu over there, but he unexpectedly touched a void.

Jing Mo looked sideways, and the triangular-eyed cross dagger had been hidden in his pocket, and he didn't hold it in his hand.

"Oh, you want to escape? Don't move! If you move again, don't move if you want to die! ”

It turned out that the fourth child was holding a short sword. The tip of his sword was already pressed against Jing Mo's left rib.

Jing Mo suddenly smiled smugly, pretending to give in and leaned his back against the saddle. This time, Jing Mo's ribs left the blade. The fourth child is also a little relaxed.

Unexpectedly, the strategy adopted by Jingmo was "wanting to capture and indulge". Just when Jing Mo retreated slightly, he stretched out his left fist and suddenly lifted it up, and only picked it up hard, and the fist hit the fourth child's right wrist.

Boom! The fourth's knife was shot down!

Bian Siliu also made a move. He wanted to catch Jing Mo's hand. Jing Mo avoided it, and hurriedly took out the knife from the t-shirt bag with his left hand. As soon as Jing Mo's right hand pulled the blade away, the fourth man roared, and reached out to snatch it, Jing Mo took advantage of the situation and stabbed him in the right wrist. He couldn't help but let out a strange scream.

"Ouch! Good eagle dog, you fierce! ”

At this moment, Jing Mo's right rib suddenly felt that something was resisting. It was Bian Siliu's short knife that arrived.

But Jing Mo ignored the danger, still holding the short knife, ready to come back and stab Siliu over there. Unexpectedly, the giant palm of the fourth child also grabbed the wrist of Jing Mo's left hand as if it were dead, and the knife in Jing Mo's hand lost its freedom of movement.

At the same time, Bian Siliu's other hand punched Jing Mo's left hand, and Jing Mo's knife involuntarily fell into the car. Although Jing Mo's short sword in the ribs did not move, it always resisted it. Jing Mo no longer has the ability to resist.

Jing Mo was depressed to the extreme, "Alas! I failed in the end! He cursed himself in his heart.

"Eagle Claw, you're really looking for death!"

The fourth child was stabbed by Jing Mo, and he jumped like thunder. He scolded again, and suddenly hit his other uninjured left hand, clenched into a fist, towards Jing Mo's face. Bian Siliu suddenly stretched out his hand to hold it, and shouted to stop him.

"Stop! What is this place? Can you do it here? ”

The fourth child really retracted his hand. Jing Mo was fortunate not to suffer the immediate loss. This little martial arts scene has come to an end.

When the old man barked, the mule cart paused slightly, and then continued, a little faster than before.

As soon as the fourth child was drunk, he sat silently aside, took out a half-black, half-white hand towel, and wrapped his wounded wrist himself.

Bian Siliu wrapped the handkerchief around Jing Mo's eyes again, and although the handkerchief was pulled down, it was still on Jing Mo's head and neck. At this time, one of his hands pulled the handkerchief back to Jing Mo's face, and the short sword in one hand also moved to Jing Mo's chest.

Jing Mo also wanted to take advantage of the situation to seize the cross dagger, but after thinking about it, this move was bound to die for a lifetime, and it was too unworthwhile.

Finally, the second time, I gave in again.

The mule cart finally reached its destination, and the carriage door opened. The two of them each held one of Jing Mo's hands and got out of the car with Jing Mo in their arms. It's much tighter at this point than when you get in the car.

This time, Jing Mo felt that there were only three layers of stepping stones, and as soon as he entered the door, he felt a smell of medicine. Since Jing Mo's eyes have lost their effectiveness, of course he doesn't know what this is.

The fourth child walked in front to guide, but Bian Siliu was close to Jing Mo's side, and the knife in the soft rib never left. After turning a few corners, it seemed that I had passed several rooms, and suddenly I felt that there was a downward class.

There are a total of eight levels of Jing Mo Mo's class, and the ground seems to be made of stone bricks. There's a basement in there! Sure enough, as soon as I got below, there was a pungent smell of dampness. After two more turns, he was pushed into a small room.

Jing Mo's eyes were regained to freedom, and he saw that the place he was in was a small stone room only six or seven feet square, the four walls were all made of stone, and there was only one passage, which was a swarthy door more than five feet high and three feet wide.

In one corner of the small stone room was a couch with a futon, and in front of it there was a half-table and two square stools, like a superior cell. There was an oil lamp on it, which was spontaneously combusting, and the light was not very bright.

Jing Mo calculated that it may not have been noon yet, that is, it was less than noon. Since it is underground, it is really dark except for this dim oil lamp.

Jing Mo sat firmly on the couch, the fourth child glanced at him fiercely, withdrew first, and when he arrived at the door, he stood and seemed to be talking to someone. Bian Siliu was still standing in front of Jing Mo and commanded loudly.

"Be quiet! If you act rashly, you will have to suffer yourself. You know, right? ”

Jing Mo was silent and didn't answer, just glanced at him coldly, he smiled at Jing Mo, and left the room. Then, the door shut. There was a snap, and the outside was locked.

Jingmo has become a caged bird!

How does Jingmo want to deal with these people? In fact, what can be done? For the sake of his friend Xiaoman, he grudged the bandit party, and at this moment it fell into their hands, and life and death were not in his heart. It's just that when I think of my new daughter-in-law Nanxing, I can't help but feel a little uneasy.

Jing Mo thought to himself: "Nanxing must think that I, Su Jingmo, am still with Nie Xiaoman at this moment, how can I know that I am already in a desperate situation." Can I send her a message? Don't say it can't be done, even if it does, what will happen after she gets the letter? ”

Jing Mo thought of Nie Xiaoman again: "Has Xiaoman received my letter at this moment?" If the letter had been delivered, what would he have done? According to the situation, it is really amazing that this gang is so tightly organized. They have such a secret dungeon, if they don't know the details, who can go straight to the bandits' den? ”

"Indeed, I see that the head of the house is very cool-headed. Since he was able to make the case of the Wende ticket number, it can be seen that what he said about his many talents is not a lie. But since they didn't stab me to death, of course I still have a chance to live. "The eldest husband would rather break the jade than destroy it." This is Nie Xiaoman's outlook on life, and I have the same ambitions. ”

Jing Mo began to prepare to use his own strength to try to escape from the cage. He stood up and flicked his finger lightly on the stone wall first, it was very solid, and he didn't think that he would have a chance to break it and escape.

Jing Mo walked to the door of the room again and inspected the door. The door was clad in iron sheet, and inside was some kind of hard wood, and there was an iron latch on the outside of the door, and there was obviously no way to think about it.

Jingmo stepped on the ground with his feet, and the ground was more solid than the stone wall; I looked at the ceiling hidden in the darkness again, and I couldn't touch it at all.

It seems that there is little hope, what to do? This is a solid dungeon, and what can I do with my bare hands?

"Ouch!"

A scream came through the tin door. Jing Mo was shocked and couldn't help but take two steps back. Something has changed!