Jing Mo still pressed his body against the stone wall, so nervous that he couldn't even hold back his breath.

What is the purpose of the visitor? Definitely not a good intention, right? Jing Mo was about to raise a square stool to make a weapon temporarily, but when he suddenly saw the black figure enter the door, he stood stunned, and had no intention of committing murder. Stranger to the fullest, he shone the oil lamp in front of him, as if he were shaking his hand and making a gesture.

What does that mean? And who is the person who came in? Could it be Nie Xiaoman? But the figure of the man is not quite like that.

After hesitation, the wooden stool in Jing Mo's hand did not dare to move lightly. The man slowly walked to Jing Mo's side, shook his hand at Jing Mo again and again, and suddenly he took a short cross sword upside down and held the scabbard upside down, stuffed it into Jing Mo's hand, and then there was another thing - it was the knife!

Jingmo is even more inexplicable.

The man whispered, "Don't panic! It's all your own stuff, take it. ”

"What do you mean?" Jing Mo couldn't help but retort.

"You don't have to be suspicious. Just follow me. ”

"Where to go?"

"Go to the light!"

The abstract light is already present in Jing Mo's heart. Not only was this man not malicious, as if he had come to save himself, but his voice seemed familiar.

Jing Mo couldn't help asking, "So who are you?" But it's small—"

The man suddenly stopped Jing Mo and said, "Don't talk nonsense! Be soft, come with me! ”

"Is there no one outside?"

"If there is someone, get rid of him, and it's better not to make a noise in the process. You look at me. Walk. ”

Is it a dream? No, it's reality!

The person in front of him was obviously tying himself up to the yellow-faced thief who came here, because in the dim light, Jing Mo could still see his triangular eyes. Why did he run to release himself at this moment?

This is really something that Jing Mo couldn't even dream of! The other party wants to lure himself out, is there any other conspiracy? Not quite like that.

If these people want to harm themselves, isn't it good in the small stone room, why bother? Moreover, even Jingmo's cross short sword was returned to the other party, so he was completely sure that it didn't look like there was any malice. It's just that at this time, Jingmo is not out of danger, so he has no chance to delve into it, so he has to follow the triangle eye like a puppet.

Out of the door, both of them stood for a stand. The dim oil light illuminates a narrow arc-shaped corridor. Not far from the T-room, there are still a few torches on the walls. Just under a torch, a man was lying on the ground. Jing Mo immediately became nervous.

Bian Siliu attached Jing Mo's ear and said, "Don't be afraid. The man was no longer breathing. ”

There are wooden gates at both ends of the corridor, and there are about a dozen small iron-clad doors on both sides, which are like post houses and cells in prisons.

Bian Siliu hesitated for a moment in the corridor, and then whispered to Jing Mo: "I think it's easier to go from this side." You need to cheer up, and hide the shortsword for the time being. I hope we can do without it for the best. ”

Jing Mo nodded and followed his words. The two of them walked to the right end, walking slowly and steadily. When he arrived at the door of the wooden gate, the triangular eye suddenly took out a bunch of keys and unlocked the door. After trying to open it for a long time, the lock still won't open.

He changed another key, and it was just as incompatible. His spirit was a little restless. Jing Mo's heart also beat wildly. When he changed the third key, it was up!

"Hey, do you see?"

"No, where?"

In the distance, the sound of someone talking faintly came through the left end of the corridor. Bian Siliu suddenly shook and hurriedly stopped. He listened.

The voices of the men were getting closer and clearer.

Bian Siliu exclaimed: "Not good! Could it be that someone from the government is coming! ”

Jing Mo's reaction was completely opposite, not only was he not panicked, but he was even bolder. He comforted him: "If the envoy is really from the government, I can guarantee you." You don't have to be afraid. ”

Bian Siliu still said in horror: "Don't be in a hurry to be happy, how about your own life, it's still between two words at the moment." He hurriedly turned the third key hard. It's not a coincidence, it's still not worthy, but the noise over there is getting louder.

It was easy to change to the fourth key, and the lock was opened.

Bian Siliu pulled Jing Mo out of the wooden gate, turned two corners, and there were seven or eight layers. Bian Siliu ran to it in one breath, probed on his back, and then came back and beckoned to Jingmo. When Jingmo went up the steps, he could vaguely hear more noisy sounds, as if there was more than one direction.

When I came to the top of the stairs, although there was an oil lamp, the light was even dimmer.

Bian Siliu still held Jing Mo's hand and whispered: "You hide here for a while, let me trick them into opening the door." This door is a matter of life and death for us! Now it can only be done by people, and it is up to heaven to make things happen! Be careful, you'll have to take care of yourself when you turn around! ”

Before Su Jingmo could think of how to answer, he saw Bian Siliu walk to a small door, and knock on the door three times with two knuckles; After a slight pause, he knocked three more times; Knock twice in a row.

This is obviously a kind of code. The cacophony of voices was still there, sounding closer. Soon after the knocking on the door stopped, the door opened. He stepped out of the door, as if to say hello to the person who opened the door.

Unexpectedly, Bian Siliu's body just walked out, and the door suddenly closed again.

It's a matter of life and death! Jing Mo decided that he couldn't hesitate any longer, so he took out his short sword and ran to the door, and without waiting for the people outside to lock it, he violently rushed the door open. As soon as he walked out of this door, Jing Mo's eyes were suddenly exposed to light, and he couldn't help but see clearly for a while.

A black shadow flew over, like a fist, Jing Mo didn't have time to dodge, the fist had already hit his chest.

Does it hurt? Jingmo didn't feel it. In a trance, it seemed that a man in short clothes was standing at the door, and he was fighting again.

Jing Mo raised his right wrist to parry, blocking the fist, and the other party was pulling out a short sword, so Jing Mo flew up again and kicked the man's wrist.

The sword was never pulled out, and Jing Mo no longer had any scruples when he saw this, and stabbed the man with his cross short sword. The man didn't have time to dodge, and immediately fell to the ground.

Rush! Jingmo continued to rush forward! And he saw that four or six were running out of one of the doorways. It was a large room, stacked with wooden boxes and jars, and so on. When the janitor fell to the ground, he overturned several jars and made an astonishing noise, which was a mess!

Kill! Look at the sword! Kill! Ouch!

The sounds of fighting were clearly coming out of the storeroom. Judging from the sound of the hurried voice at that time, it seemed that someone was fighting one attack and one defense. Jing Mo didn't have time to worry at all, so he took the door where Bian Siliu went out as a target and rushed out hard.

Rushed out of this door, obviously escaped from the third level, Jingmo stood for a stand, only to know that it was in a small teahouse.

It's very chaotic! Several people were hiding behind the cabinet, under the table and in the corners, some of them had fallen in pools of blood, their lives unknown. Jing Mo clenched his short sword, not knowing where to go for a while.