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However, no matter what it is, Wu Qian has already called her sister, and she can't be ruthless and say no matter what, even if she wants to get rid of her bag now......

"All right, Auntie, now you go back and go to the last of the oil lampstands, just blow it out, and you will be able to come in."

I'll go! Hearing this, Fan Xiaomi felt that there was something wrong with her outlook on life, what kind of era is this? How could there be such a high-tech thing? Light-controlled doors? Or is it something......

I have to say that this mechanism is designed ...... There's nothing wrong with it, it's dark enough underneath, who can blow out the few oil lamps, I'll go, there's really yours, this IQ, capitalized and bold, it's praise!

Fan Xiaomi, who was holding the alcohol lamp, hurriedly climbed up the stairs again, and roughly observed, this is an ordinary oil lamp, nothing special, and there are no wires or mechanisms connected to it, is it really so magical?

However, thinking of Tang Huan's little bastard, Fan Xiaomi was ready to speed up, and he blew it out with a breath, but ......

"Huh? There's no sound, the old man? You're not kidding me again, are you? ”

With questions, Fan Xiaomi immediately folded over again, and there really was a feeling of running a task in an online game......

Soon, however, that doubt was overshadowed by a wave of astonishment.

"I'll ...... What the hell is this......"

By the light of the alcohol lamp, Fan Xiaomi saw a very incredible scene, that is, the door is still the same door, but the wall next to the door has opened a hole that seems to have only the door frame but no door......

The stunned was still heating up, because she suddenly heard a (piu) sound, it was a very small sound, but she could hear it, as if the twist on the lamp oil had been ignited by some mechanism, and the situation here was obvious, the door-shaped black hole was pressing down a wall from top to bottom, like a rolling door, but there was no sound at all......

Burst! When have you been thinking about this strange question! Is there a sound that can be how!

With a flash of eyes, Fan Xiaomi immediately rushed in with an arrow step, and then she threw the alcohol lamp in her right hand like this, and her left hand followed it, and then a thin light came out of her right hand, and flew out just through the crack in the wall that had completely fallen.

"Wow, my aunt is so powerful, it's so powerful."

Boom.

This time there was a sound, and then the door, which was not visible as a door at all, became the same wall as before......

The corners of her mouth twitched, just now Fan Xiaoxiao was in a hurry to leave a way back for herself, that is, if the old man was telling the truth, she really couldn't open this hidden stone door from the inside, and she didn't have to be afraid now, because she had already left the brocade robe outside just a moment, and for a while, she just needed to use her spiritual power to 'communicate' with it and let it blow out the oil lamp.

I have to say that people who are afraid of death are also beneficial, at least they will leave a way back for themselves......

First she breathed a sigh of relief, and finally came in anyway, and then she stretched the alcohol lamp in her hand towards the elder who called himself the old man of water.

Belch...... Sure enough, seeing the appearance and clothes of this old man, Fan Xiaomi was a little puzzled if the old man Jin Yong had also crossed over? Why do people with this personality look like this?

It can be seen that when this old man was young, he was definitely an extraordinary-looking man, even now, he was dressed in coarse linen, a little tattered, and his gray hair was a little unkempt. His smile and state are the same as Zhou Botong in Li Yaoxiang's version, that is, Huang Rihua's version of Guo Jing, is simply a 'hair', especially the action of deliberately pinching his waist with a stomach......

In other words, this old man won't be like Zhou Botong, what kind of romantic debts did he have when he was young, right?

"Wow, Grandma, look closer, you look more beautiful." Also by the light of the alcohol lamp, he also looked at Fan Xiaomi very seriously, and said in surprise.

"Heh, hehe, then I have to thank you for complimenting me?" Fan Xiaomi smiled coldly, and then immediately turned back to the conversation: "How did you see the outside from the inside?" ”

"There's a crack in this, auntie."

The old man pointed to it, and sure enough, Fan Xiaomi saw a small crack next to the iron door that couldn't be opened...... Grandma's legs, because of this small slit, scared her half to death, and thought she really saw a ghost.

"Auntie, can you give me this three-dimensional pure fire bottle?" The old man poked his palms and asked with interest.

"You're really the only one on this floor?" Fan Xiaomi didn't answer him, but took pictures everywhere, although it was not dark outside, but it couldn't be bright. Through the small flames of a few small oil lamps in the wall on the right-hand side, you can roughly see the basic situation inside.

It can be seen that this is indeed a prison cell, there are about more than a hundred square meters on this floor, Fan Xiaomi has his back against the iron door, facing one, two, and three...... There are a total of seven single cells full of straw, but the doors are all open, too, otherwise how could this old man wander around at will.

The wall on the right is an oil lamp, and the wall on the left is just an iron door, so you don't have to think about it, that door must be the passage to the four-story cell below.

"Well, yes, does my aunt want to stay here too?" The old man asked curiously.

"Hehe, thank you, I don't need it, I'm here to find someone." As he spoke, Fan Xiaomi took the alcohol lamp and walked towards the door.

"Oh, that's what it looks like, that, that...... That three-dimensional pure fire flask ......"

"In this case, I'll go down and have a look first, and when I find my friend, I'll give this to you, okay?" Fan Xiaomi was helpless, she knew that it would be better to make two more, she could make eight of this kind of stuff a minute, and she knew that this thing was so marketable, so she simply didn't go to the west, and made a fortune selling alcohol lamps directly.

"Huh? Auntie, you said it just now, and I told you how to get in and you gave it to me.