The air conditioning in the basement was even stronger, and Xiaolan felt that her teeth were chattering.
Although there was a group of them, they were looking around uneasily like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
"Fool," the Taoist leader suddenly ordered with a stern look, "open the trap door."
"What?"
"Open." The Taoist priest repeated with his brows pressed down.
The fool was reluctant, but he still slowly moved to the ladder, holding the literary army's iron rod in his hand to block it, and snapped open the latch.
Everyone waited quietly.
The regular knocking on the door continued.
The fool gritted his teeth, squeezed the handle, and pushed hard, causing the trap door to squeak outward.
The door opened, and the faint light in the room reflected a small square on the basement floor.
Inside the square, there is a small circle.
Wen Wenjun's upper body was leaning forward, and was knocked aside by the idiot's open trap door. But soon, he returned to his original position, sitting cross-legged on the ground, shrinking his neck, and making knocking movements with his fists.
action.
Every time, his hand stayed at the original position of the door panel.
There was no expression, no reaction, and no attack on them.
The Literary Army seems to have become a robot, knocking on doors that do not exist.
The fool poked him twice with an iron rod, but there was no reaction.
"Taoist Master, what's going on?" the fool turned around and asked.
The Taoist priest thought for a moment, then shook his head, "I don't know either."
"Then why did you ask me to open the door?"
"I just think we might have to run away later," the Taoist priest turned around and pointed at Hu Yuxin's body. "We might have to take him with us and open the door in advance to make it easier to run."
"Take him with you? Isn't that a dummy fixed to the ground?"
"Shouldn't..."
"Only Xiaoxin can do it!" The shrill baby suddenly screamed, "Take Xiaoxin away quickly! Find the coffin! Put him..."
The words of the God Baby end here.
There was no further movement.
Everyone reacted for two seconds.
After that, almost at the same time, everyone started to work with screams. Baomu and the Taoist priest rushed to Hu Yuxin's body. Each of them hugged one side of his body and exerted their strength at the same time. The not-so-light dummy was actually lifted.
stand up.
However, for some reason, the God Baby seems to be stuck and cannot move.
The Taoist priest and the fool first carried Hu Yuxin's body to the bottom of the stairs. The fool took it over, completely ignoring the literary army at the door, and went outside with the dummy in one hand.
Xiaolan and Jasmine were still trying to take away the divine baby that was fixed in place, when they heard a woman's voice from outside the trap door in the distance.
The fool stood on the ladder as if listening.
"Don't, don't pull it out." After a while, the fool turned around and shouted to Xiaolan and Jasmine, "There is a broadcast outside again. It's your mother. She said that the baby has to stay here to delay all living things. Let's run away.
!”
The two of them immediately let go.
"Quick!" The Taoist priest waited at the bottom of the ladder and motioned for the two of them to go up first.
Jasmine climbed up, Qin Yin and Qiao Nian grabbed her hands and quickly dragged her out, followed by Xiaolan, and then Baomu.
Only the Taoist priest is left.
"Fortunately, we ran out when she didn't show up," Qin Yin was sweating profusely, fanning himself with his hands and saying with his hands on his hips, "Thanks to the Taoist Priest's sixth sense,...
…”
The words are not finished yet.
The Taoist priest just reached out and grabbed Xiaolan and Baomu's hands.
A pale hand suddenly rested on the Taoist priest's shoulder.
The Taoist priest's expression suddenly changed.
"Taoist master, climb up quickly!" Xiaolan squeezed the Taoist priest's right hand tightly and pulled up with all his strength.
An equally pale, skull-like face emerged little by little behind the Taoist Priest.
The Taoist priest was caught.
It's more than that.
Wu Wansheng grabbed the Taoist priest's body, and from time to time he let out a harsh laugh, followed his hand, and crawled towards Xiaolan's position.
"Taoist Master, hurry up!" Baomu was about to cry.
"I can't move," the Taoist priest said in an extremely calm voice, "You idiot, close the door and quickly take Hu Yuxin's body to find the coffin."
"Taoist Priest!"
"It's not like I'm dead," the Taoist priest actually smiled, "it's just the last step. Listen to me, close the door, and we'll see you outside."
Xiaolan was determined, let go of the Taoist priest's hand, and stood up.
But Baomu couldn't bear to be cruel. He grabbed the Taoist priest's hand and lay beside the door, howling like a ghost.
"Oh, okay, okay," the fool put his arms around Baomu and picked him up directly, "It's just a game, why are you crying, hurry up, what the Taoist said is probably the only solution, you see
Girls are ready to go, wipe their noses clean, ah, yes, who told you to wipe it on me?..."
"Come on," Jasmine pushed the idiot from behind, "Should we find something to hold the door against?"
After saying that, Jasmine gave the Taoist Priest an encouraging look, and then kicked the trap door shut.
Xiaolan sniffed.
Is there such a lack of emotion?
"Butt the door..." Qin Yin rubbed his hands, "How about using him? Knock him out and use him to hit the door."
She was referring to the Literary Army.
Wenwenjun still looked like a silly boy, huddled by the door and repeatedly knocked on the door.
"There is a fine for hurting an NPC," the fool picked up Hu Yuxin's body again, "You can save it."
At this time, there was a violent knocking sound from the inside of the trap door.
"She's coming out!" Qiao Nian shouted.
"Is it possible that the Taoist priest is coming out?" Baomu said hopefully.
"It's not me!" The Taoist priest's muffled voice sounded from the door, "After you've blocked the door, run away!"
As expected, the door must be blocked.
"What to use? What to use..." The fool paced around.
Qin Yin sneaked up to Wenwenjun and looked at his face carefully.
Then she held out her hand.
"Sister Xiaoyin!..."
Qin Yin raised her finger and flicked Wen Wenjun's forehead so hard that his brain collapsed.
Then, the Literary Army knocked him down on the spot.
"You...what did you do?" The fool turned his head and saw this scene, and his face turned green with fright.
"I didn't do anything!" Qin Yin raised his hands to show his innocence, "It was him who touched the porcelain!"
but……
Xiaolan looked at the fallen literary army.
It's good to hold against the door.
So, while they kept saying apologies, they dragged the literary army to the door.
"Okay," Jasmine dusted off her hands, "let's go."
All the doors in the secret room were opened at this time.
Of course, except for the basement door that they blocked.
They followed the original path and rushed to the room where all things were born.
It's still the way it was when they left.
"Coffin... coffin..." The fool grabbed the coffin and looked at Hu Yuxin who was holding it in his arms. "What can he do to the coffin?"
"How about locking him up?" Qin Yin suggested.
"Be a human being." The fool rolled his eyes at her.
It is really rare for a fool to say this.
But it turns out that Qin Yin, who has a brilliant mind, won again this time.