It seems that no one except Ziye could think of using so many wooden boxes to set out a jade basin one by one.

As another wooden box was torn apart, a black iron box was finally revealed in front of the man in black.

The man in black subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and looked at one of the iron boxes.

If his estimate is right, the size of this iron box is basically the same as the size of the jade basin.

In other words, this iron box should be the last line of protection.

Pleasantly surprised, he couldn't wait to twist the iron lock on the outside of the iron box and violently lifted the lid of the iron box.

In the darkness, an imperceptible spark made a crisp "pop" sound in the air.

This is the spark from friction.

The spark was followed by a tiny thread like a hair.

One end of this thin line is "crackling" with tiny sparks, like fireworks.

On the other end, buried deep in the box was a pile of unbelievable objects.

The man in black subconsciously raised his hand to try the black thing, this mass of things, the shot was slightly hard, and there was a bit of a gelatinous feeling.

Almost at the same time, the bottom of his heart sank suddenly, his pupils shrank, and he instinctively gasped for air, turned around and ran.

"Gunpowder ......"

This mass turned out to be gunpowder.

At this time, his intestines were all repentant.

An old man like him inadvertently fell into the trap of Ziye.

When he found out that there was not a jade basin in that iron box, he should have been vigilant.

Since it is not a jade basin, it must be a thing that is not good for him.

It's ridiculous that he didn't even dodge it subconsciously, and stood there stupidly to study what it was.

What's worse is that when he saw the spark, he didn't associate it with gunpowder.

Now it's too late to regret it when you realize that something is wrong.

Just as he had escaped three or four steps, a loud bang suddenly came from behind him, followed by a sharp pain in his back, which made him scream in an instant.

It's just that as soon as he blurted out a note of screaming in this life, the huge impact behind him made him unable to make a tone anymore, and he was slapped to the ground.

He subconsciously wanted to move his arm and struggle to get up, but no matter how hard he tried in his heart, he didn't feel the existence of his arm after all.

looked at his arm in a complicated way, and in the midst of blood, only half of his right arm was left, and the half of it had already flown away.

He suddenly screamed, but found that there was a burning pain in his throat, and he couldn't make a sound in the pain.

As his gaze gradually blurred, a blood-red shirt slowly fell into the corner of his eyes.

As if a dying man had seen his last hope, he suddenly used all his strength to grasp the corner of his bright clothes with his left hand.

"Madame...... Save...... I ......"

"Useless things...... You can fall for such a trap...... You deserve to die......" Mrs. Fei kicked away his hand that grabbed the corner of her clothes, and her face was disgusted.

"This can't be blamed on him......" Qingyou slowly walked towards the burning carriage, his black eyes were as indifferent as water, and he was not shocked: "Anyone who has dismantled so many wooden boxes in a row, the instinctive reaction is to want to see what is in the last box......"