The firewood that was ignited and thrown into the deep well fell into the spider pile, and the bristles on the spiders' bodies crackled and exploded, so that the spiders screamed frantically and stepped on their companions to escape, but the [greasy mud] that was smeared on the wall of the well by the sycamore was slippery and untenable.

As a result, there is a large number of spiders climbing up like a blowout, and then falling down like rain.

There is not much firewood thrown down by the sycamore, and it stands to reason that it can be trampled on by the spiders who fill almost a third of the well, but the spiders are covered with oily bristles, and the flames are on fire, although the bristles are burned out, at most they will cause slight burns to the spiders, and it will not cause much damage, but the problem is that the number of spiders in the well is too much!

Maybe a fever can't kill a person, but if you pile a pile of hair like a mountain on this person, and then light a fire, can't you still burn him?

After Wutong threw down the lit firewood, it was as if he had thrown a match into a pile of dry straw, and the unexpected flame "Boom! It burned as if someone had poured a bucket of gasoline into a deep well, and the temperature produced by burning a large number of spiders' bristles in an instant reached a very alarming level, not to mention the hairs, even the spiders were burning!

Everyone knows that hair is rich in a lot of oil, and it is difficult to extinguish once burned, and spiders seem to burn easily, which has nothing to do with size, but with the physiology of dismembered animals.

First of all, their slender eight legs, which are wrapped in dense bristles like eight torches waiting to be burned, and then their huge buttocks, the silk glands near the end of the tail are filled with a large amount of "silk protein", which is as flammable as grease, and their big buttocks filled with flammable protein are like oil cans filled with oil, once the temperature reaches a certain height!

This was something that Sycamore didn't expect when he was going to burn them, but he threw a few sticks of firewood, and it turned out to be like an ammunition depot on fire, and one after another, after being burned to death, exploded like a bomb, and rose with even greater flames and billowing smoke!

Wutong they were dumbfounded, the flames in the deep well had already escaped from the wellhead, and the billowing black smoke was rising even more intensely, not to mention that they couldn't stand the choking, just the temperature emitted from the flamethrower-like wellhead almost roasted them Wutong!

It's called cocooning self-fighting! Not only were the spiders burned, but even they had to be burned if they continued like this, the spider swarm on the other side of the deep well had turned around and fled with smoke and high temperatures, and little Lori was screaming from the heat, and Sycamore herself coughed and coughed.

The question is where are they fleeing now? Running through the flames into a secret passage filled with black smoke? Not to mention how many spiders have been smoked and gone berserk inside, the smoke alone can choke them to death!

And climb down the secret passage and back into the corridor?

At this moment, the corridor was crowded with zombies that had surged over after a few [Holy Light Technique] stones at the entrance of the corridor failed! What's the difference between climbing down and sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth?

Unlike the panicked Sycamore and Xiaoxiao, Wu seemed very calm, he quickly took out the claw hook for climbing from the backpack behind the sycamore, hooked one end to the well, and tied the other end to his waist, and suddenly his body fell out, and the head and feet turned out, which startled the sycamore!

"Give me firewood!"

Wutong's voice came up, and Wutong looked at it, only to see Wu just hanging upside down and stretching out his hand to Wutong, and after Wutong shook it for a while, he suddenly reacted and didn't plan to do anything!

Before this secret door was opened, they had found a row of fist-thick holes in the wall below the secret door, it seemed that there was originally a wooden platform outside this secret door, probably because it was too long and rotten, and now there are only a few rotten wooden stakes that will be broken at the touch of a few pieces, and there is no plan to insert the firewood used to make a fire into these fist-sized holes, and then set up a few more, and rebuild a small platform that can be settled!

The firewood is very soft and flammable wood, not particularly hard, and the small platform built up will definitely not be too strong, but the three of them are not big fat people who are particularly overweight, and no matter how soft the wood is, it is also wood, two or three in one, and it must be no problem to support their weight. , Wutong hurriedly took out as thick and long firewood as possible from his backpack, and threw it on the edge of the well to the woodwood sold in the grocery store below, which was sawn into a two-foot-long cup mouth thick log, which can be easily bundled together and carried, and it is also easy to set up to make a bonfire, about ten in a bundle.

"Make a few wedges!"

Wu quickly caught the firewood thrown from above, and plunged into the fist-sized holes, while commanding the sycamore.

Wutong understood that not all firewood was of the same thickness, so some of the thinner ones would sway after being inserted into the hole, so he quickly took out an axe, split a firewood, made a wedge, and threw it to Wu with a hammer.

It's complicated to say, in fact, Wu's action is very fast, but in two or three minutes, six stakes have been nailed, and the firewood is placed flat and simply fixed with a few nails, making three "small benches" in the air!

Wu Feifei, who was ready, climbed up, and carried the little Lori down, put it on the small suspended bench in the middle, and put the sycamore down on the small bench on the left, and then he swung to the right and sat down, and at this time, the little face of the smile has been blackened by the smoked black paint, and only two rows of snow-white teeth can be seen in one mouth.

The small suspended bench was not really secure, and they sat on it with great trepidation, because under their buttocks were a few logs that were simply fixed with nails, and they had to lean their backs against the hot wall that was grilled by the flames, hold their chests and hips, and clamp the logs with the crooks of their legs so that they would not fall.

The three people who came down safely looked at each other, one of the sycamore and the other was wearing a mask, and the condition was a little better, the ridiculous and pink little face was full of black paint, and they were pitifully looking back and forth at the sycamore and the no, and the sycamore couldn't help but laugh, but the burning spider almost burned himself, and the ghost knew that there would be such a big oolong.

At this moment, smoke was billowing out of the secret door above their heads, drifting up the curved dome of the small hall of the long corridor, and thanks to the fact that this place was a small hall with high ceilings, the smoke did not fall so quickly and choke them.

Below, there are at least hundreds of zombies, one by one with their heads held high and screaming at them, but because they are more than three meters above the ground, the zombies who can't even run, let alone can jump so high to attack them, so they are safe for the time being.

Enduring the high temperature behind him, Wutong tilted his head back and looked up, only to see a thick black smoke dragon rolling out of the secret door, a large number of soul energy points mixed with the smoke also flew out, and after spinning in the air for a week, it pounced on them sitting on the small suspended bench, and the screams of countless spiders were also faintly heard.

The sycamore, who looked up, found that the curved dome of the high hall had been filled with smoke, like a thick dark cloud, slowly descending, because more and more smoke was filling the already small space, and if it went on, when the dome was filled, they would also be choked by the smoke.

The zombies must not be afraid of thick smoke, but they can't, Sycamore twisted his body awkwardly, turned sideways as much as he could, and looked back for the little button on the wall, intending to close the secret door again.

But before he could discover the existence of the small button in the thick smoke, with a shrill hiss, a huge spider with a puff of smoke burst out of their heads and landed heavily in the zombie group, causing a wave of chaos, but it was torn to pieces by the zombies. Sycamore, who was startled, almost didn't sit down and fell, and hurriedly held on to the wall behind him, but he retracted his hand with a hot sound, and the height of the smoke above his head was getting lower and lower, and Sycamore could only endure the pain, almost twisting and dislocating his neck and trying to turn back to find the small button on the wall, and finally he found the small bulge that was blackened by the smoke.

I took out a coin casually, regardless of whether it was a copper coin or a silver coin, and threw it at the button, but because of the posture and angle, I didn't hit it several times in a row, and only his position could see the button, Wutong could only lean forward as much as possible, and finally hit the button, but because of the action of throwing the coin, he almost fell, and he was shocked into a cold sweat and leaned against the wall, and he screamed that he was burned, which was called pain everywhere!

With the clatter of the secret door, the billowing smoke was locked in the secret passage, and they finally did not have to be choked to death, but the temperature in the deep well became higher and higher, because a large number of spiders were smoked like headless flies, and I don't know how many fell into the burning fire well, which once again added fuel to the burning fire, causing them to sit on the fire like ants on a frying pan!

"Laugh!" Wutong was burned and shouted: "Holy Water Technique! Hurry up and release the Holy Water Technique! ”

Xiaoxiao's level 20 holy water technique can create 40 gallons of holy water at a time, that is, 320 pounds of water, which is constantly splashed on the wall to cool down, and even they are drenched, not to mention how embarrassed they are.

Although pouring water on the hot wall will form a large amount of steam, and the hot three people are screaming, but it is better than being roasted to death when the temperature of the wall gets higher and higher.

Trouble: There will be a chapter in a while, ask for a ticket!