Zhan Ying drew another bar on the wall, she didn't know where she was, there was no light of day here, only an oil lamp. www.biquge.info She had calculated that if she had delivered food three times a day, three months had passed since the day of the failed assassination of Namkhan. She looked at the bars she had drawn on the wall, and thought very calmly about how to get out.

In the past three months, she has only been accompanied by a green lamp, a table, a bed, and a set of four treasures in the study. She knew that there was someone outside the house, but she never spoke to her, and only when it was time to pass a plate of food through the small door under the door.

When he was brought in, he was in a coma, and when he woke up, he was in this house that did not see the light of day, and he didn't know where he was, let alone what happened to his senior brother, did he know that he was in this place? Although the elder brother seems cynical, she believes that if he is not also trapped, he will definitely try to rescue her.

Jing Shang didn't know if he had already come back from his errands, and if he returned to Ush, would he think that she would say goodbye without saying goodbye? Would he have thought of himself as an assassination failure, trapped? If he knew he was trapped, he would have tried to find himself, right?

Now that three months have passed, whether the senior brother is also trapped or there is no way to rescue her, she has to find a way to save herself, she can't be trapped here until she dies of old age.

But how do you get out of here?

Just as he was thinking of a way out of the predicament, there was a sound of unlocking from the small opening under the door, and a bowl of rice was placed on a tray, and a plate of vegetarian dishes was handed in.

"Wait!" Zhan Ying shouted, and she heard the footsteps outside the door that were about to leave pause: "Tell your master, I can write out what he wants me to write for him." But it's so important that I can't write about it here. ”

"If there is anything else to say, I will report it to the National Teacher." A voice came through the door.

Really! What he wants most is still the one thousand and eight rounds of Qimen Dunjia.

"Tell the national teacher, after staying in this dark place for so long, I have already thought about it, and those who know the times are Junjie, instead of holding the incomprehensible Qimen Dunjia One Thousand and Eight Bureaus, it is better to dedicate it to the national teacher, and I can also donate a good future for myself." Zhan Ying tried to make his expectations sound sincere and eager.

"Okay, I'll go and report to the national teacher right away." The man said.

"I'm sorry to hurry up, I can't stay any longer in this quarter of an hour." Zhan Ying was in a hurry.

After a burst of departing footsteps, Zhan Ying breathed a sigh of relief, sat back at the table, and buckled the table to think. His mind pulled back to the first time he woke up in the stone chamber three months ago.

Zhan Ying woke up in a coma with a splitting headache, and a black figure stood in front of the lamp. She tried to get her eyes back into focus, and slowly saw that the person standing in front of her was Qiu Hai.

Qiu Hai looked at her condescendingly and sneered, and his voice was soft and strange: "What should I call you?" In terms of seniority, you should call me uncle, right? ”

Zhan Ying's throat seemed to be on fire: "The master has removed you, you are no longer a disciple of Qianji Valley, I came with the mission of cleaning up the portal, how can you be worthy of that uncle?" Her voice was rough and harsh, and she felt harsh.

"Heh, you are really from the Thousand Machine Valley." Qiu Hai's triangular eyes glowed with cold light, and with his pointed hooked nose, he looked even more gloomy and mean.