This lock, the first dream instantly woke up, the spring heart in the past turned into alert and sensitive, her mind was racing through everything today, who wants to lock her here. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Someone's coming—open the door—"

Chu Meng slammed on the hut door and shouted while thinking about it, but no one responded.

This is also natural, even in the thatched hut some distance away from the stove room, Chu Meng can still hear the bustling noise outside, she has also been in the stove room before, knowing that this pot and pan is accompanied by the sound of the fire, even the maids need to roar when they talk to each other. Today, the emperor held a banquet in the Nanling Palace, not to mention the scale and specifications, the people in the stove room should be very busy, and there is no effort to go to the toilet, so naturally they will not notice that there are still people locked here.

"Is there anybody—is anyone out there—"

Although he was not hopeful, Chu Meng still tried his best to shout, but in exchange for the silent response of the slightest wind soothing the thatched house.

Chu Meng calmed down, thinking that she should escape from this cage first, and then say who would harm her. There is no answer here, and the response is also calculated by the murderer, and for the sake of the plan, she can only rely on herself to find a way out.

She looked around, although the thatched house was called a thatched house, there was no thatch in the thatched house of the prince's family, and it had been replaced with wooden strips to build the roof. Each plank is about the width of the palm, and the strip is fixed by the back bolt and the anchor bolt between the strips, which cannot be removed, and even the seams are tightly sealed, and even the outside scenery can not be seen, only the inner back wall of the thatched house has a window, which only allows one arm to barely pass, and the skylight is so high that the first dream is still beyond the reach even if it is borrowed from the gong barrel.

Chu Meng thought for a moment, and smashed his elbow hard into the middle of the two wooden strips, only to hear a "bang" explosion, but the wooden strips still did not move, and Chu Meng's arm was shocked and painful, and the elbow was already broken through the skin, but it still couldn't shake the thatched hut that was as solid as a cage.

Chu Meng rubbed his thin arms, sat down calmly, and once again looked at the little and dark secluded place where there was any missing vitality, and looked up at the ceiling, which was also made of the same wooden strips, and the top was covered with dried herbs, Chu Meng jumped up slightly, reached out to probe, and found that there were no loopholes to drill.

There was another clash of dishes in the stove, and the sound of people was louder and more noisy than before. Chu Meng listened to this, as soon as the hour was counted, it was close to the feast, but she had not returned for a long time, Fu Xuan should be anxious, thinking that Fu Xuan was going to be anxious, but somehow, Chu Meng began to mess up, followed by a heart anxiety, along with the palm of the hand also sweated, panicked, and immediately reminded himself that he needed to calm down, and he needed to be stable before he had a countermeasure.

Chu Meng got up, once again inspected the thatched house has a clear view of the furnishings, to explore whether there is anything to use for themselves, only to see that there is a gong bucket in the center of the thatched house, red lacquer carving, covered with a bucket lid, Chu Meng is sitting on the top of the meditation, on the left hand on the wooden wall, nailed a small wooden support, on the incense cone and incense ash dish that is burning, and a small burning red candle, there is a small bucket of water on the ground on the right hand, there are a few petals of fragrant flowers floating on the water, which should be used for people to flush after going to the toilet. Rummaging through the entire thatched house, I saw that all the things displayed in it were used in the toilet, and there were no hammers, scissors or other utensils, and the first dream was a little lost, but it was also expected to be such a result, which was reasonable.

Having said that, the pupils of the first dream were still swept unwillingly, and if she gave up lightly, it would not be her first dream. The first dream stared intently, his eyes were blazing, and gradually his eyes settled on the incense and red candles that were burning on his plate. Since the walls of this thatched hut are made of wooden strips, if you use incense to make a saw, scald the wooden strips, and carve out an area on the top that can accommodate people, wouldn't you be able to escape!

At the beginning of the dream, I didn't have time to rejoice and rejoice, so I immediately took action and went to get candles and incense to try. The incense cone is small and pointed, shaped like a pagoda, but only a small section of thin finger length, holding it will feel a little hot and burning, so it needs to be put on the incense plate to burn, but at this moment the first dream has not taken care of the burning hand, endure the hot stinging pain of the incense cone on the fingertips, stretch out the finger is about to burn, but smell the smoke of burning wood has been burned all around, scorched and intense, the smell is very tangy, the first dream is very puzzled, busy looking down to explore, suddenly shocked, there are really wisps of black smoke from the foot in all directions rushed in, under the four cracks, there is a faint fire flashing!

It's on fire!

The gangster is so ruthless that he wants to set fire to his mouth!

The first dream was so frightened that his hair stood upside down, and in a hurry, he tore off the corner of his robe, dipped it into the wooden barrel on the right side, and then covered his mouth and nose after wetting, and his movements were decisive and fast.

The smoke and dryness are more and more urgent, taking advantage of the wind to disperse the fresh air in the thatched house, the fire under the feet is accompanied by the thick smoke rushing up, the open fire has been seen licking the footside of the foothold, the first dream immediately took water to fight, but found that the wood of the thatched house seems to be made of beetle prevention technology, the paint has grease, and the water is more prosperous. In a hurry, she took off her burqa, put out the fire with her body, and stomped on it fiercely, although the fire on the ground was extinguished, but the outside of the four walls was still blackened and red, and the fire was set by someone outside, and the source of the fire was outside, even if it was in vain to extinguish the broken fire under her feet.

The tongue of fire is burning more and more, greedily devouring the wooden strips at the lower end of the four walls, the flames burn the lacquer grease on the wooden board, the tar is even thicker, and the black smoke lingers upwards like a bandage, even if there is a wet robe covering the mouth and nose, but the thatched house is too cramped, the first dream has felt faintly breathless, and the intuition is spinning.

In the blink of an eye, the fire at the foot has jumped along the wooden board to the knees, and the place where the tongue of fire reaches, it has been burned red and black, like burning charcoal, the first dream is dizzy, and the full strength of the burned place kicks away, it stands to reason that the burned wood should be ashes, loose and easy to collapse, and this wooden board is still as solid as a rock, not moving at all, blocking the fresh air outside.

Is there really nothing you can do?!

The flame gradually extended upward, by the direction of the wind and the pine oil on the wooden board wantonly indulged, the light and fire scorched the air around the first dream sharply hot, and the temperature of the hot roast was still bearable, but the black smoke from the seven holes drilled in, it was impossible to prevent it, the smoke and dust swirled straight up, and the thatched house was smoked into a chaotic black fog.

Seriously...... There's nothing you can do......

Fu Xuan......

Chu Meng gradually loosened her back, unable to support it, weak and fell down on the side of the bucket, her bare clear skin had been stained with black dust, she opened her eyes weakly, but she couldn't see the vision in her eyes, only the bright light of the stars flickered in a pitch black, the more light points gathered, the heart of Chu Meng became more and more dull, and in a trance, she felt that her body was soft and floating. "No...... I can't die here...... Fu Xuan ......"

"Someone's coming—the thatched house behind is walking in the water—"

In the haze, Chumeng faintly heard a scream outside, and a large group of people were gathering towards the place where she was trapped, but she was unable to do so, and she was surrounded by fire, and even the hem of her skirt was on fire. In the warmth and stuffiness of the first dream, he gradually withdrew from his consciousness, and felt that his body slowly fell into the deeper darkness of the center of the earth in a pitch darkness......

Fu Xuan......