Drilling wood to make fire was originally a whimsical thing in my mind, even if I really asked me to help, I could only hand him a branch or something, in the end it didn't help much, so don't get in the way, obediently stood aside and watched Yan Bo* fiddle with the weeds and branches in his hand.

He first laid out the weeds in the shape of a bird's nest and placed it on the bottom layer, and then he put the branch with a hole in it on the grass pile, and stepped on it with his feet to prevent the branches from tilting on either side and slipping out of the grass pile.

The next thing was much more mechanical, the other branch was in Yan Bo's hand, vertically downward, and the other end was inserted into the small hole of the branch, and both hands kept rubbing the branch.

Immediately, I heard the creaking sound of branches rubbing against each other. In addition to this voice in the entire stone room, all that was left was Yan Bo's heavy breathing. An old man is doing something so desperately, and I feel distressed to see it.

"Uncle Yan, why don't I come......" I stood up, trying to take the branch from his hand.

"No, Lord, I can." Yan Bo said stubbornly, staring at the weeds on the ground without blinking, as if if he held on for another second, the ideal flame would rise.

"These weeds are dried willow leaves that I brought in, and they are easy to ignite. At first, I wanted to use it to prevent moisture, but I knew that it could be used for it. ”

I've never eaten pork, and I've never seen a pig run. The matter of drilling wood for fire is important in persistence, and we can't give up halfway. I watched the fine powder continue to leak out of the small* hole, and I had a vague feeling that it was about to succeed. Yan Bo's face was even more red, like a round* rolling balloon, which made me feel that now I only need a needle to make a "bang" sound.

Sure enough, the pile of hay in front of me seemed to have changed little, but when I sniffed it closely, the smell of coke gradually diffused into the air from top to bottom.

I crouched on the ground and struggled like a haystack, yes, this is the smell!

Yan Bo also seemed to smell the smell. The mechanical movements in his hands gradually stopped, and he suddenly breathed a big sigh of relief, and began to breathe non-stop, but his mouth opened and opened. Seems to be saying something to me.

"Uncle Yan, what are you talking about?" I leaned over to listen, and he uttered two words in a faint breath.

“…… Blow. ”

I understood immediately, and quickly picked up the haystack on the ground and puffed out my cheeks and blew hard, and sure enough, it was. A faint gray smoke ethereated a few times, and there were sparkling fires underneath, and there was a tendency to expand directly. I carefully clamped my hands and fanned them lightly in the air, and the fire broke out at once.

"Uncle Yan! Yan Bo, look! Fire! Fire! ”

I was like the first person on earth to see Prometheus gather the fire in the sky, dancing with my hands and feet, as if I were a primitive man. Yan Bo on the side couldn't help but smile when he saw me like this, as if to say, I am still young after all.

The haystack is not very large. At this burning speed of the flame, it will definitely not last long. Yan Bo and I immediately took this pile of hard-won flames and came to the edge of the stone platform.

As before, I leaned forward, holding the flame in my hand, and lit the candles in the pool one by one. And Yan Bo hugged my waist behind me to prevent me from falling in.

I struggled to lean against the candle in front of me, my hand almost bloodied from overreach, and the numbness felt as if thousands of ants were crawling up and down my arm, and several times I almost trembled and fell the flames into the pool below.

"One ......"

As soon as the wick on the candle touched the flame. Immediately, as if he had discovered a delicacy, he roared and threw his head towards the flames, until it was lit, and then he staggered to his feet. proudly showing off his slender and colorful flame heart. It's just that this flame heart is green.

If I hadn't known that this stone chamber was a dungeon where the bones of the fan were stored and not a place where the bones of four people were kept, I would have recognized it as phosphorus fire. But looking back at the haystack in his hand, it is still yellow and clear, and there is no trend of "close to green".

Put aside the messy thoughts in your head and move on to the side. Light the other one.

"II...... Uncle Yan, a little to the right, right ......"

"Come over a little more, all right! Three ......"

"Four...... Uncle Yan, hold on, ......"

"Good! Five......"

"Six! The last one, Uncle Yan hold on! ”

Every time I light a candle, I feel like all the ingenuity of my life has been used up, from the top to the bottom, the point where the monkey steals peaches, the point of the moon in the bottom of the sea, and even the direction of the last candle, I need to go around the first few candles, and then pass through from the other side to the location of a few flames, I call it, the female driver point. It's just that I can't feel the slightest heat around every lit flame center, as if the coldest side of the flame is displayed in front of me.

Seeing the flame of the last candle slowly ignited, and the green flame like a ghost's eye lit up suddenly, I thought to myself that it was not finally over, but that I would not summon something strange if I did it, this green faint light was really terrifying......

I don't know if it's because I'm scared by myself, or if I hold my hand up for too long, and the feeling of my limbs is completely gone. I wanted to withdraw my hand several times, but after trying several times, I was hit by the lamppost next to me to the nerve at the elbow joint, and suddenly, a sore, numb, swollen and painful feeling invaded my whole body like lightning, and my whole body immediately became a spirit, in the end, I couldn't care about the flame in my hand, and my face could almost feel the temperature of the pool.

"Principal!" Yan Bo roared loudly, and put the last few mustaches of strength on his arms, which saved me from falling into the pool.

I was stroking my chest on the ground, and I didn't finish reading it with a "lucky" in my heart, and suddenly, with a shaking, a large * piece of green quickly invaded my vision like a tornado, and I only felt that my eyes seemed to be splashed with sulfuric acid, and it hurt to burn.

After about a few seconds of stunned, Yan Bo and I reacted, the small flame just now ignited the entire pool, if it weren't for the cold temperature of this flame, now I estimate that my hair would be burned. Fortunately, the stone platform around the pool limited the scope of the flames, and Yan Bo and I were still not in danger of life.

The scene in front of me was magnificent, even terrifying, and I had never seen such a large pool with all the liquid burning. From my vantage point, it was hard to make out the seven candles that had been lit earlier, let alone the small, orange flame head wrapped in dried willow leaves. (To be continued.) )