Chapter 220: Escape (1)

"Fly away." Mo Xiaosheng repeated a word in his thoughts: "It is absolutely impossible to fly to the sky, what about retreating?" ”

He looked at Feng Han, there was a ready-made Faqiu Zhonglang general, could he be the lucky god who escaped smoothly this time?

Mo Xiaosheng stood up and looked out of the window. With joy in his heart, he saw hope. About ten meters away from the Lao Xing Inn, there is a manhole cover. This shows that as long as Feng Han can dig a tunnel to the manhole cover in the shortest possible time, they can go down to the sewage ditch again and get out of the city smoothly.

The joy was only short-lived, Mo Xiaosheng suddenly thought that it was not easy to dig a tunnel more than ten meters above, even if it was Feng Han, who was the general of Faqiu, it was impossible to complete it in dozens of minutes, and the little devil would not leave them too much time, let them finish digging the tunnel and leave before rushing into Lao Xing's inn.

"Do you have any plans?" Mo Xiaosheng's joy and sorrow did not escape the eyes of Jia Libo, an old Jianghu.

"My plan will not succeed, it is completely fanciful and unrealistic." Mo Xiaosheng shook his head with a wry smile, took the box cannon (German Mauser C96*) that Lao Xing took, and smiled guiltily: "I hurt you, don't move any of you." Feng Han and I rushed out, maybe there was a chance to rush out. ”

"." Ouyang Hongxue stood up and grabbed Mo Xiaosheng's arm: "If you want to die together, you want to live together, you don't want to leave me again." ”

"Yes, that's it, everyone faces life and death together." Jia Libo looked at Mo Xiaosheng and Feng Han embarrassedly: "If it weren't for me, you and Feng Han wouldn't have come here." Since I put you in a desperate situation, I, Jia Libo, have to accompany you to kill together, life and death together. ”

"Instructor, isn't that your plan?" Feng Han pointed to the manhole cover, he guessed Mo Xiaosheng's thoughts, but shook his head helplessly: "I'm afraid it's too late, I will take two hours to finish it at the earliest, but the little devil won't give me such a long time, this road doesn't seem to work." ”

"What do you two mean? To put it bluntly, see if we can help? Jia Libo asked urgently, he wanted to know how Mo Xiaosheng and Feng Han wanted to escape? Why doesn't this escape path work?

Mo Xiaosheng pointed to the manhole cover with a wry smile: "I want Feng Han to dig a tunnel from here to the sewage ditch as quickly as possible, but there is not enough time left for us, so this road will not work." ”

"Sewage ditch, good way, why didn't I think of it?" Lao Xing's face was happy.

"Do you have a sewer here?" Ouyang Hongxue seemed to see hope.

"Nope." Lao Xing replied very simply.

"No--you're still saying a good idea, boring." Ouyang Hongxue and the others fell from hope to despair again.

Lao Xing didn't take Ouyang Hongxue's ridicule seriously, and smiled mysteriously: "Although there is no sewage ditch, there is a place very close to the sewage ditch." ”

"It's the kitchen." Feng Han is worthy of being the descendant of General Faqiu Zhonglang, and the first thing that comes to mind is where the place that is very close to the sewage ditch is.

"It's the kitchen, right?" Mo Xiaosheng also thought of the kitchen, Lao Xing said that the floor of his kitchen was sinking, so he brought soil to pave the kitchen floor.

"Clever." Lao Xing gave a thumbs up affirmatively.

"Grandma's, do you still have leisure to chat at this time? Will you take us to the kitchen when the little devils rush in? Jia Libo was in a hurry.

"That's right, that's right, the second master is right." Lao Xing smiled and led everyone out of the private room and into the kitchen.

"Uncle Xing, where is it?" Ouyang Hongxue asked anxiously.

"Shhhhhh

Feng Han's ears were attached to the floor of the kitchen, and he lightly clasped the floor of the kitchen with his hand, listening attentively to the sound of the ground.

"It's over." Lao Xing stepped on the ground with his feet, and said with a smile: "This is the position that sank at that time, you are in the wrong place." ”

Feng Han didn't seem to hear Lao Xing speak, and still knocked on the ground by himself, pushing forward a little bit, and being very focused.

"Pick it up, and the drain is right down here." Feng Han finally stood up and pointed to the stove, his voice was not loud, but it was very firm.

"It's this place that's sinking, not the stove." Lao Xing rejected Feng Han's suggestion, and his attitude was unquestionable: "When the kitchen sank, I once approached people from the municipal government, and they said that there was a sewage ditch under my kitchen. The subsidence of the kitchen floor may have been caused by the collapse of the drain. In other words, the drain is below where I stand, not the stove. ”

"Picked it up." Feng Han pointed to the stove again and yelled at the innkeeper with the pickaxe: "I said yes, this is it, quickly pick it up, from now on I have the final say." ”

"Why are you so tough, I don't know where my kitchen is sinking? I don't know better than you where the sewer is, and I want you to point the fingers. Lao Xing was furious, and he shouted to Erhan: "Dig up this place, we don't have time to listen to him blind." ”

"Stovetop." Mo Xiaosheng made the final decision, he still believed in Feng Han's judgment, Feng Han was the descendant of the general of Faqiu Zhonglang, and his judgment of soil quality was absolutely unmatched.

"This--" Lao Xing was unwilling.

"This fart, listen to my brother, pick up the stove." In Ouyang Hongxue's heart, Mo Xiaosheng will always be the most correct.

"Second master--" Lao Xing looked at Jia Libo pitifully, he didn't know why no one believed him.

"Lao Xing, don't be verbose, listen to Hongxue. If it's really wrong, we're going to have a fucking fight with the little devils. Jia Libo patted Lao Xing on the shoulder, to be honest, he preferred to believe Lao Xing, after all, Lao Xing is the owner of this inn, and he knows the inn not everyone knows.

"Pick it up, listen to them." Lao Xing said helplessly to Er Han, with dissatisfaction in his tone.

"Here?" Erhan walked to the stove. The stove and the place where Lao Xing stood were three steps away, Er Han still couldn't make up his mind, when the ground was paved, Er Han was also present, he knew very well that the place where Lao Xing stood was the place where he sank last year.

"Right here, if you don't want to die, hurry up." Feng Han roared.

Erhan had a clever idea, so he had to follow Feng Han's intentions, clutched the iron pickaxe with both hands, rounded his arms, and planed towards the stove.

The stove was planed, and the dust flew and fell on the people. But no one retreated, Feng Han looked at the stove that was planed open, and his expression was focused.

Mo Xiaosheng, Ouyang Hongxue and Jia Libo watched intently, their faces were mixed, and they were more expecting a miracle.

Only Lao Xing's face was abnormal, full of melancholy and distrust of Feng Han.

"Get out of the way." Feng Han snatched the iron pickaxe from Er Han's hand and stood silently by the open stove.

Suddenly, a hairy mound token magically appeared in his right hand and was raised high. As if he had been beaten with chicken blood, his eyes shot red light, and he shouted: "Faqiu Zhonglang will be here, and the gods and ghosts will avoid it." ”

He trembled like a demon for more than a minute. After going crazy, Feng Han put away the token and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the iron pickaxe.

Then get down on your knees, pick up your blood-stained pickaxe, and aim it at your icon under the stove. The iron pickaxe began to fly in his hand, and the pit beneath him also miraculously exaggeratedly extended.

What makes everyone feel strange is that Feng Han's way of making a pickaxe is by no means different from others. Normal people plough the ground straight up and down, but Feng Han said that he planed at an angle of 45 degrees, which was twice as fast as normal people.

What's even more surprising is that most of the soil that Feng Han shaved down was brought to the ground by his iron pickaxe, and the part left in the pit was brought out by his next iron pickaxe.

"Bang bang, bang bang--" There was a quick knock on the door: "Open the door, open the door quickly." ”

The little devil search team came to the door of Lao Xing's inn and banged on the door frantically.

"How long will it take?" Mo Xiaosheng asked anxiously.

Feng Han dug nearly two meters deep, and the pit he dug suddenly turned around, digging down at an oblique angle, and echoed in his busyness: "Twenty minutes." ”

"It's dead, the little devil has already rushed in twenty minutes." Lao Xing was deflated.

"You shout first, and you can delay for a minute. When the delay can't be done, just do it with the little devil first, and there should be no problem for twenty minutes. "Mo Xiaosheng is calm and calm, he is the backbone of this group of people, and no one can panic him.

Lao Xing shook his head helplessly, but there was no better way, so he could only shout: "Who? Don't let me sleep early in the morning, dead mother? ”

"Damn, open the door quickly, Lao Tzu is from the inspection brigade, searching for escaped thugs. Hurry up and open the door, if you don't open the door again, Lao Tzu will burn down your broken shop. The two dogs at the door stopped knocking and cursed.

"Wait, wait, when I get dressed, I'll open the door right away." Lao Xing looked at Feng Han, who had disappeared from the pit, and loudly stuffed the two dogs outside the door.

"Hurry up, Lao Tzu's patience is very poor, hesitate a little, beware of Lao Tzu's accusation that you are an adulterous thug." The two dogs outside the door knocked on the door with a *, threatening.

"Boss, we can't stand your scare, why did I become a criminal of fornication thugs when I opened the door slowly? Would you like to talk about your conscience? Lao Xing fooled the two dogs at the door.

"Open the door quickly, grandma, if you don't open the door again, I'll kill you." The two dogs outside the door were already impatient.

"I won't open the door, you kill me, you think Lao Tzu is scared." Lao Xing was churning with anger, clenching the box cannon in his hand. He had lost confidence that he could escape safely this time, and was ready to die with the little devil.

"Grandma's, toast and don't eat and drink, come on, let's open the door for Lao Tzu and kill this old calf." The second dog roared loudly.

Mo Xiaosheng said secretly: "Yes, once we exchange fire with the little devil, we will definitely not be able to resist for ten minutes with these guns." Even if we can block the little devil and retreat into the sewage ditch within these ten minutes, the little devil can chase us along the sewage ditch, and then it will be a dead end. ”