Time passed quietly, and Song Wenqian and others in the mine slept like dead pigs.

In the dim light, Qingyun and Tiantara suddenly opened their eyes, looked at each other, and quietly got up.

Qingyun waved to Tian Duoliang to follow her, and the two of them went to the innermost part of the mine. Qingyun gestured to Tian Duoliang to pick up the mining shovel with her and dig out the hole where the clothes were buried.

After digging out two packages and a sword and gun, Tian Duoliang was slightly surprised and took the package Qingyun threw to him.

Seeing the person next to her holding some fake clothes and putting them on directly, Qingyun paused while taking off her clothes. She felt that she was a bit silly for taking off her clothes last night, so she picked up her clothes and put them on outside.

After getting dressed, Qingyun took a gun and Tian Duoliang took a knife. The two slipped out of the mine and then split up.

After leaving the tunnel entrance, Qingyun headed towards the dining area. She had to confirm the matter of explosives. Is there any explosive? How much explosive is there? Is it enough to blow up the mine? If not, she has to think of other ways.

Another point is that she wants to climb up from the open space and find her two guards. If such a powerful subordinate does not make the best use of it, is he worthy of her young master?

The guards at the entrance and exit of the tunnel were drowsy, and Qingyun slipped out from in front of them without noticing at all.

Qingyun hid behind the debris in the corner and waited for more than ten minutes. He didn't see the patrolling people moving around. He rushed out and followed the route provided by Boss Miao and went straight to the innermost house on the left. There was no guard at the door.

I don’t know whether to say that the people in the copycat place are too confident about their defense, or that they are playing tricks under the light, making people confused about the real and false situation.

Before arriving at the door, Qingyun smelled a faint smell of gunpowder. This room must have been filled with explosives.

The door was locked with a big brass lock. Qingyun took out a piece of iron wire from his shoe, stuffed it into the keyhole, pried it left and right and twisted it a few times. It opened with a snap, pushed the door open, and ducked in.

I took out the fire certificate and saw that the room was filled with large wooden boxes. Each wooden box was almost one meter long and wide, and was placed on three levels.

He casually opened the wooden box next to him. The box was full of packed explosive packets, arranged neatly. The explosive packets were about the size of two palms. They even had live wires and could explode when lit.

He rummaged through several wooden boxes one after another and found that the boxes were full of explosive bags. There were almost a dozen boxes in one room. Qingyun just didn't know how lethal the ancient explosive bags were. The quantity alone was enough to blow up a mine.

After reading it, Qingyun left the house, locked the door, and returned to the empty field. He glanced at the crooked-necked tree on the cave wall and glanced around the field.

There is a rope for drying clothes on the field, and there are a few bundles of bamboo poles, each about as thick as an arm, among the debris not far in front of the dishwashing sink.

Seeing those two things, Qingyun's eyes lit up and he had an idea. He visually measured the distance from the ground to the crooked neck tree, ran over and pulled out the longest bamboo pole, then untied a rope and stuffed it into his arms.

He inserted the long cherry gun into his back, took the bamboo pole and retreated a considerable distance. He grabbed four-fifths of the bamboo pole and rushed towards the crooked neck tree. He ran to a suitable distance, like a high jump.

The root of the bamboo pole was pushed to the ground, and the whole person bounced into the air, and then used the force to jump onto the crooked neck tree.

This is a great test of a person's eyesight. If there is a slight mistake, there are only two effects. One is that he does not jump up and slides down from the bamboo pole; the other is that he jumps over his head and then falls to his death.

Who is Qingyun?

How could such a mistake be made?

In mid-air, the person used the force to twist his body along the bamboo pole, and stepped onto the crooked neck tree in one step. At the same time, he let go of the bamboo pole, grabbed the branches next to him with both hands to stabilize his body, and lifted the bamboo pole up and hid it on the crooked neck tree.

Then he grabbed the tree trunk and climbed to the top, took out the long tasseled gun from behind, took out the dagger in the boot, dug out a shallow groove as wide as a finger at the joint of the long tasseled gun head, tied the rope up, and tried pulling it a few times.

, very strong.

It was pitch black above the sinkhole and nothing could be seen. Qingyun listened carefully for a few seconds and then threw the long-tassel gun up based on his feeling. When he heard the sound coming from above, the rope in his hand stopped moving, and then he pulled it down hard.

, after pulling the rope several times without falling, Qingyun grabbed the rope and climbed up.

She relied on her good skills to dare to climb without any measures.

Of course, she was forced to take the gamble because she had no choice but to take the gamble. She was in a desperate situation. If she didn't gamble, she couldn't do it. If she didn't gamble, her life would be lost.

After spending a lot of effort to climb up, Qingyun raised his head, and the tip of a cold-light knife was pointed at her forehead.
Chapter completed!