I'm covered in oil all over my body, and if I get caught in the fire, I'll die. I shrank in fright, and even took a few steps back just to be on the safe side.

A flame finally burst out of the hole, and the fire was very strong, and the flames were more than half a person high.

My whole face was in pain, and at this moment, I touched my heart and secretly said that it was dangerous, but at the same time, I was also very anxious.

I always felt that the beard was more auspicious and less auspicious. I couldn't get closer, so I could only shout at the entrance of the cave.

How I want to hear the sound of the beard, but it's just a luxury.

In this way, after shouting a few more times, the whole corridor shook again, and it became more and more violent.

Dirt chips were still falling from the top of my head. I don't care if I'm a mud ghost now. From an emotional point of view, I still don't want to leave, I want to stay at the entrance of the cave and wait for the beard to come back alive, but from a rational point of view, I know that if I don't leave, I will probably be buried alive.

Eventually, reason prevailed, and I took a sip of it, which released a wave of depression in my heart. I jerked around and swooped through the half-door at the exit of the hallway.

Along the way, I was hit by debris, especially when I was hit by a rock in my left shoulder.

The stone was the size of a fist, and I grinned in pain, but when I moved my shoulder, I realized that it was just a skin injury, and it wasn't a big problem.

When I got out of the bunker, I looked up.

The whole bunker showed no signs of collapsing, but the platform above its roof was now on fire, and the poles were either smoking or already burning.

I was stunned for a moment. My first reaction was to shout and call for someone, at least there are more people and more power, and we will think of putting out the fire together, and then go to find the beard, even if we die to see the corpse.

But I also knew that I was going to call someone, and if they could help, they would definitely arrest me, and even get me into a lot of trouble because of it.

I struggled and pondered, trying to find a feasible solution to save people. Suddenly, a thin breeze blew on the back of my neck.

I was excited, especially when there was a strong masculine smell in the wind.

I took a few steps forward and looked back sharply. In the moment I turned around, I saw a face.

It was so close to me that it almost touched my face. I was scared, and I also connected to one thing, just after I had just taken a few steps, the man behind me actually followed.

I pressed as hard as I could, and watched this man.

To my surprise, he turned out to be a beard. It's just that the beard at this time, the left side of the face is black, the right part is dirty, and it seems to have been smoked by fire and smoke.

I first said thank goodness because the beard didn't die, and then I was wary and looked at him.

I guess there are some other exits in this bunker, the beard must have gone through the back door, and the beard's expression is not so natural, especially when taken together, it looks like an orangutan.

He also bowed his legs slightly, taking out the standing posture of an orangutan, and he was carrying a furry thing in his right hand, which was the little green-eyed monkey.

This green-eyed little monkey is quite honest, especially at this moment, it still rushes down with its big head, and its beard is carrying one of its legs. It's more like fainting.

I looked at Beard for more than ten seconds, but I didn't speak, and Beard, he was very interested in me, and he made a few words from time to time.

I knew the power of the transformed beard, and if nothing else, he hammered me enough to drink a pot.

I don't want to say anything more to the transformed beard, otherwise wouldn't it be just a matter of being verbose?

I had a headache and didn't know how to get my beard back. At this moment, a bell rang in the distance.

I guess there was a patrolling family member who noticed that the burial site was on fire, and he sounded the alarm. I'm sure it won't be long before a whole bunch of people will be here.

The top priority for me and Beard was to evacuate in time.

As a last resort, I tried to communicate with the beard almost.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, his whole face, especially his facial features, came to an emergency gathering. His "grimace" scared me again.

I only got to the end of my mouth, and I finally swallowed it back.

Beard was dissatisfied with the ringing, he turned his head to look into the distance, and then he casually flicked the green-eyed monkey, raised his hands, and knocked them on his chest.

I felt more and more troubled, and unexpectedly, a thought popped into my head.

This thought told me to hit the temples of the beard, and also hit the important acupuncture points on the top of the beard's brain.

I was frightened by this bold idea, and I thought to myself, "Won't I kill my beard if I continue to fight like this?" but the thought grew stronger and stronger, and my hands became more and more itchy.

I suspect it's Talon trying to tell me something.

I was forced to act. I took a few steps forward, pointed in a direction, and said to the beard, "There, hey, there's a banana." ”

The beard quickly turned his head to look. This is the moment I was waiting for.

I suddenly walked around to my beard, and with my hands out, I took out some acupoints, and pointed at those acupuncture points.

The bearded temple was the first to hit, and at this moment, he shivered, and even wanted to turn around and beat me. But after a few more beatings, he was a little sluggish.

My last two fingers were aimed at the neck and chest of my beard. When these two fingers are poked, the beard rolls its eyes and falls on its back.

I was afraid that he would fall badly, so I hurriedly helped him. I put my beard firmly on the ground.

Through my observations, the beard seems to be better, at least the expression is natural, and it is no longer the rhythm of an orangutan.

I couldn't give him time to wake up naturally, so I pressed the middle of the man, pinched his thighs, and even attacked a few acupuncture points on his beard, which was a good torture for him anyway.

It was only a dozen more seconds, his beard trembled, he opened his eyes, and took out a muna.

I fed a few times, pointed to myself and asked, "Do you know me?"

Beard shouted with difficulty, "Fart, am I stupid?"

I thought to myself that would be easy, and I massaged him again and dragged him to his feet.

In order to get his spirits faster, I whispered in his ear, including what happened to us just now. Then I pulled out my pocket and took out his ring.

After hearing this, Hu Zi was obviously shocked, and even looked confused.

Beard looked at the green-eyed monkey on the ground not far away. Hu Zi scolded a few words first, obviously to relieve his hatred, but soon, he took out an ecstatic posture and said to me, "Our brothers have found the treasure, haha, cool!"

I guess the treasure he said was referring to this little monkey. I admit that if it is really a natural "thief", the beard will get it, and then teach it some skills, and even cultivate this little monkey according to the experience left by the demon thief. This little monkey will definitely be terrible in the future.

But in the same way, I don't believe that the treasure Fang Haoyu said is the little monkey.

I didn't have time to say anything more to Beard, and at my suggestion, Beard grinned and forced himself to his feet. He also tried to move his body in preparation for a moment's escape.

I tore it off my trouser leg while I was free. I also used it to make a cross rope.

I tied the baby monkey up and ended up hanging it on my belt.

Beard and I went back the way we came, and climbed over the hay-covered iron fence.

In order not to show any flaws, I took out a match for smoking, and I lit the hay so that it was burned clean.

I found out that we were indeed lucky, and after we snuck away, the family members of the Governor's Palace rushed to the burial place together. They all carried wooden barrels filled with water.

As for how they put out the fire, neither I nor the beard cared.

We were afraid that we wouldn't bump into anyone on the way back, so we picked up the small roads as much as we could, even the remote roads that were far away.

After running more than half the way, we hid in a bush and rested for a while.

Beard asked me, "How will the people of the Governor's Mansion react to this fire?" Before I could reply, Beard said in a reassuring tone, "We haven't fallen into any tricks this time, and they probably won't find us." ”

I shook my head pessimistically and reminded, "Your flashlight has fallen in that hallway of the burial ground." If they are picked up by the family, especially if the flashlight is very special, they are likely to be suspicious and even investigate. ”

The beard seemed to have forgotten about the flashlight, and when I said this, he was stunned for a moment, and touched his coat pocket and waist again.

The beard scolded himself angrily. And I continued to think deeper.

I mean, the flashlight didn't write our names, and if they did investigate, we wouldn't admit it.

Beard nodded approvingly. I pulled out the flashlight from my belt and raised it to my beard.

I mean, tomorrow we'll be careful, we'll put away the flashlights and porcelain knives carefully, and we'll find a way to sneak these two weapons back to the hotel.

The beard nodded and said okay. After a few nonsense words, we also mentioned the green-eyed monkey.

It's hanging its head now, and it's still unconscious. The beard has a headache, and I don't know how to settle this little monkey next, especially since we have to spend the rest of the night in the Doge's Mansion plus tomorrow.

Beard also added, that means, he will never release the little monkey.

I had a stupid trick, and I said to the beard, "Let's just treat this little monkey as a human being, and when we go back, we will put a rag in its mouth and tie it up for another night." If it doesn't mess around because of this, we don't care about it, but if it's not honest, we can't do it again.

Beard actually felt very sorry for this little monkey, and he hesitated a little after hearing it, but he also understood that there was nothing else to do, so he gritted his teeth and replied, "That's it!"

After a short rest, we continued on our way.

Half an hour later, we came to the vicinity of the dormitory, and I looked at the whole yard from a distance.

I thought that we were all looking at "going home", and we wouldn't have any trouble, but who knew that the dormitory area at this time was almost brightly lit, and there were two family members, who were blocking the gate of the courtyard, taking out the posture of standing guard......

(End of chapter)