"You will know when you arrive!" Hua Feng said angrily. The two of them soon arrived at the secret room of the palace on the top of the mountain. Yan Hanmu was still thinking with a depressed look on his face. Seeing the "ghost" coming down from Hua Feng's giant wings, his face suddenly changed and he took several steps back.
Hua Fan was surprised. She just said that "ghost" was a bit strange. Could it be that she was so frightened by it?
She turned around suspiciously, and understood the moment she saw the "ghost". Her face turned red and she couldn't help but take a few steps back.
It turned out that when she dragged the ghost over, the light was dim, so she didn't look carefully. It was clear under the moonlight - it turned out that the "ghost" was not "untidy", but "nail" to be cleaned. He was wearing pajamas and hugging his arms, and was so cold that his whole body was like a betrayal dog.
Hua Cai smiled and said with great consideration: "It's okay, when you get the ancient sand out, I plucked his hair and made you a carved feather cloak."
ghost:"……"
"This lock is called [Please enter the urn]. Once it is closed from the secret room, it will never be opened again." Hua Fan pointed to the entrance of the secret room on the ground and explained to the "ghost".
"Ghost" shivered and circled around the room, sometimes patting the walls and sometimes stomping on the floor, and finally stuttering: "Return...Report to Qiansui, this secret room cannot be opened."
Hua froze, Yan Hanmu rolled her big eyes.
Hua Feng pulled a beautiful outer robe with smoky tears in the room and threw it on the thin and bare shirtless of the "ghost", revealing a bit of white teeth, smiling but not smiling, and then asked again: "What are you saying? Are you good at this?"
"Ghost" wrapped her clothes tightly and said pitifully: "Reply...Report to Qiansui. What the minister said cannot be opened, but cannot be opened from the outside. But..."
"But what?" Hua Fan seemed to see hope again.
"Ghost" said with confidence: "But according to Xiaochen's view, there is no absolute secret room in this world. The so-called "Please enter the jail" is just a rumor. The secret rooms that Xiaochen has seen before are actually just ordinary secret rooms, and the open claddings are hidden more hidden. From the perspective of the person who built the secret room, he always has to leave a way out for himself, right? What if he accidentally locked himself in?"
Hua Fan had seen some hope, but now it was completely destroyed.
At a blink of an eye, Yan Hanmu was indeed shaking his head and holding his forehead.
"That's because you don't know who the person who built this secret room is, and he doesn't have to leave any way out..." Hua Feng explained to the "Ghost".
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the "ghost". "Even if things are as Chitose said, this secret room cannot be completely sealed like an iron barrel. Please ask, could Chitose have entered the secret room? How is the furnishings in this secret room?"
Hua turned to memorize for a while and said, "I remember that there seemed to be a small round table and a few wooden chairs..." She was hesitating whether to tell the story of separating a prison.
"Ghost" said frankly: "Since that's the case, there is a place for people to rest in this secret room, which can make people stay for a long time. So, please imagine how come there is no ventilation in a place where people stay for a long time?"
When Hua Fan heard what he said, he suddenly remembered what he saw in prison. The dove-sized vent located above his head. It was from the vent that the black feathered pigeon was released.
"So, there is indeed a place that can be ventilated..." Hua Fan thought, "But it is impossible to escape from a living person in that kind of place." She turned the railway firmly.
But Yan Hanmu's face suddenly changed, as if he had remembered something.
"But..." Hua Xiang thought for a while and said, "There must be more than one vent." As he said that, he started to search indoors. Although Yan Hanmu was reluctant, he still helped her find it together. The two searched for a long time, and did not let go of any suspicious corners. They turned over the room that was decorated in a very luxurious manner as if they had been robbed. They were so tired that they could only breathe, but they still found nothing.
"Ghost" stood in the corner wearing a beautiful robe with red tears, watching them silently for a long time, and then slowly said: "Reporting to Qiansui, Xiaochen thinks that this exit can only be in one place."
"Didn't you say it earlier!" Hua Fei was extremely tired and yelled at the "ghost".
"Ghost" lowered his head and fist like an angry little wife, saying yes. Yan Hanmu helped out and said to "Ghost": "Since you said that, why not find it."
"Ghost" walked to the table in three or two steps. At first glance, it didn't seem strange. "Ghost" put his hand on a gilded Qilin beast head on the table, gently pressed it down, and then pulled it up. The Qilin beast head that seemed to be fixed on the table was picked up by him.
A hole was exposed where the animal heads were placed.
Hua Fei looked at all this in surprise and said curiously: "How did you know."
"Ghost" looked quite proud, but he still coughed lightly and said reservedly: "Reporting to Qiansui, Xiaochen originally knew the size of the vents used in this secret room. Now he only needs to find something of the same size in this room."
Hua Fei felt a little admiration in her heart. When she got up, the ventilation vent was not small, but it was dark inside and there was no sign of anything. Yan Hanmu had already brought a few books from Yan Honglei's bookshelf and threw them into the hole. "It's burned." She ordered Hua Fei very concisely.
When the flower slid her eyes, she saw that it was all "The Analects of Confucius" and "Mencius". I thought that these books were probably not even a glance until they died, and it would be better to burn them to exert their surplus value.
Her eyes flashed, and the pages that fell into the floor of the secret room burned, and her vision suddenly became very bright. But in the brightness, the entire secret room was indeed empty, just as Yan Hanmu said, without the shadow of Gusha.
She recalled the thick wall slowly falling in her mind, and Gusha was standing there, his anger and sadness on his face were like a ball of dirty ink that was pouring into her mind, which could not be removed no matter what.
At that time, he was definitely in the secret room, and until they left, he was in the secret room. Even though the secret room was not completely sealed, how could he escape from this small place? Tension mixed with doubts, and small beads of sweat oozed out of her palms and forehead.
If Gusha escapes, it means that the entire Jiang and the city are in danger. Even if he is seriously injured, it is only a little weakened for the demons. For the civilians, peddlers and pawns trapped in Jiang and the murderous power of his unintentional means a catastrophe!