Chapter 174: A Way to Get Out

Teacher Cang was lying on Zhang Yi's head, a pair of small paws were pulling back and forth in the air, and his mouth was still "squeaking".

Seeing this, Daoist Zifeng handed over the lit candle.

After Mr. Cang took the candle, he held the candle with his little paw on the top of Zhang Yi's head, first "squeaked" a few times at the crowd, and then kept opening and closing his mouth to everyone.

"What? Do you have mouth sores? Wang Fan asked.

After Daoist Zifeng glanced at Wang Fan speechlessly, he turned his head to look at Teacher Cang and said, "Do you want us to hold our breath?"

After hearing this, Teacher Cang's small eyes narrowed into a crescent moon shape, and he nodded with great satisfaction, as if to say that I just like to deal with smart people, and then threw a disdainful look at Wang Fan and Zhang Yi under him.

And Wang Fan watched the person and the mouse chatting happily, and he was already confused.

I understand it! This cow temple is a tenth-level beast language!

Zhang Yi didn't see the movements of the teacher above his head, but he could see Wang Fan's face, and he knew what Wang Fan was thinking when he thought about it with his toes.

"It seems that Uncle Feng is really sleeping in the wild, otherwise how can he understand the beast language!" Zhang Yi thought secretly in his heart, and confirmed his thoughts when he was training in the field before.

Except for Qiu Lao, who had fainted, the three people and one rat present all took a deep breath and held their breath, and the atmosphere in the tomb was extremely depressing for a while.

Teacher Cang stared intently at the motionless flame on the candle, and just when Zhang Yi couldn't help but want to move his body, suddenly the flame on the candle moved slightly to the side.

"Squeak~~" Mr. Kura grabbed the candle with one hand, and his little paw pointed to a place.

"What happened?" After Wang Fan took a big breath, he asked puzzled.

"The flame on the candle just moved a little." Daoist Zifeng replied.

"Does that have anything to do with us going out?" Zhang Yi asked on the side.

"Let's follow the direction that Mr. Cang pointed out first!" Daoist Zifeng thought for a while and said, "Come, let's lift Elder Qiu up first."

In the end, the ropes were tied to the three of them again, Teacher Cang extinguished the flame of the candle, Zhang Yi touched the wall in front of him to take the lead, Daoist Zifeng took the clothes and guns that everyone took off, and Wang Fan continued to walk with Qiu Lao who had fainted on his back.

Touching and touching, Zhang Yi touched a corner, then said hello to everyone, and touched the stone wall opposite, and also touched a corner.

"Mr. Cang, where are you going!" Zhang Yi asked with a gasp and a rough mouth.

Teacher Cang pointed to the candle above Zhang Yi's head, "squeaking" and screaming.

Seeing this, Daoist Zifeng took out a lighter and lit the candle. After lighting the candle, Mr. Cang once again opened his mouth and closed his mouth, signaling everyone to hold their breath.

In this way, Mr. Cang held the candle on Zhang Yi's head, staring intently at the flame of the candle, and after about a minute, the flame on the candle floated slightly to the right.

After swatting out the flame of the candle with his little paw, Mr. Kura pointed to the passage on the left and squeaked.

Except for Qiu Lao, who had fainted, everyone understood what was going on.

The reason why Mr. Cang lit the candle was to detect the wind, in this dark and underground labyrinth, the only way to find the way out was the wind.

Everyone touched the direction pointed by Teacher Cang, and on the way, Wang Fan asked puzzledly: "Where does the wind come from in this underground tomb, could it be that the owner of this tomb also deliberately opened a road for future generations, so that his descendants can come in from time to time to pay respects to themselves?"

"Who are you asking? How do I know? I'm not a tomb robber! Daoist Zifeng rolled his eyes and complained.

"You say, could this wind be that hole!?" Zhang Yi touched the wall in front of him and spoke.

"The thief hole, you say? It would have burned out long ago at that temperature! Zifeng Daoist replied.

"It's not the thief hole, it's the hole that the bloody armor corpse came out of the ground as Qiu Lao said!" Zhang Yi reminded.

Daoist Zifeng pondered for a while, and then said, "En~~ It's possible!"

………

Walking like this, as long as he reached the fork in the road, Zhang Yi would ask Mr. Cang to light a candle and point the way.

But the wind didn't blow all the time, but just one after another, and sometimes it took a lot of time for the wind to come and show everyone the way. And this catacombs are also very complicated, with nine turns and eighteen turns.

To be honest, if Mr. Cang's method is still useless in the back and can't get out, then Zhang Yi and the others will sleep here properly.

Zhang Yi and the three of them were all panting, and Qiu Lao, who had fainted, had an ugly complexion.

Zhang Yi has long been touching the wall with both hands, because the temperature of the wall is so hot that he can't get off his hands even if he is wrapped in a layer of cloth.

The shoes of the three of them have been covered with layers of clothing, and the soles of their shoes have completely begun to melt not long ago, and now the temperature of the wall can be used to fry eggs.

It's hot like this, but Mr. Cang, who is lying on Zhang Yi's head, is like a rat who has nothing to do, as if he is in good spirits.

Zhang Yi is like a half-dead salted fish, leading the way ahead.

"Smack!" The black knife in Zhang Yi's hand slashed into the air.

"Ah~~ It's a bend again...... Mr. Cang...... You're ...... Finger down...... Road! Zhang Yi said weakly.

After that, Zhang Yi walked in the middle of the fork in the road and found a place where Mr. Cang could detect the candle flame the fastest.

And this time, Mr. Cang did not go to the lighter to light the candle, but kept patting Zhang Yi's head with his little paws.

However, Zhang Yi is now half-dead, half-closed eyes, and will faint at any time, and he doesn't feel that Mr. Cang is patting his head at all.

In the end, Mr. Cang was in a hurry, and his two little claws directly grabbed the candle and kept smashing Zhang Yi's head.

"What are you doing...... Mr. Cang...... Quick Finger ......"

"Huh!?"

Zhang Yi suddenly felt a hot wind coming from his cheeks, Zhang Yi opened his eyes with difficulty, and looked hard towards the place where the wind came from, and saw the most beautiful thing.

"Female horse's! There is light, there is light...... KAO！ Finally the horse came out! Zhang Yi came directly to the spirit and shouted loudly.

Zhang Yi's loud roar woke up the two half-dead Zifeng Daoist and Wang Fan in the back, and these two people immediately ran up, and after seeing a ray of light not far away, tears were about to burst out.

In an instant, the three of them quickly ran towards the light with their own thoughts.

"Great, I don't have to die, when I go out, I must confess to Ying Baobao! Wait for me, baby Ying!! ”

"I'm finally alive, and when I go out, I must eat fasting and chant Buddha for three months!"

“55555…… It's good to be alive, and I must be a good person when I go out! ”