As soon as Qu Ning came back, he went into the thatched house and rummaged through the cabinets to find all the silk handkerchiefs of the original owner.

Izumiko cowered in the doorway, looking in worriedly.

Mai Dong was also a little worried, but he didn't want to ask too much.

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In the evening, the sun sets.

Qu Ning asked Xiao Quanzi to fetch the food box for dinner, and find a way to help her make a fire fold.

Xiao Quanzi didn't get the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, so Qu Ning ran away in person but returned in vain, and he was angry with those mausoleum guards, and he was afraid that Qu Ning would dislike him for being useless, so he immediately promised and said: "Madame, don't worry, the slave will definitely take it." ”

Qu Ning still said, "Don't let others know." ”

Xiaoquanzi nodded and ran to do it.

When Xiao Quanzi came back in a hurry, after Qu Ning got the fire fold she wanted, she asked Xiao Quanzi to teach her how to use it again, and then gave each of them a steamed bun as usual, and let them go back after eating and packing up the herbs outside the house, and still come over tomorrow morning.

Xiaoquanzi and Mai Dong have eaten many steamed buns in a row, and they are a little embarrassed to eat them again, always feeling that they have taken up Qu Ning's and that Qu Ning has no to eat.

Qu Ning insisted that the two of them hurry up and eat it, and casually said that the demon would leave some for her.

Xiaoquanzi and Mai Dong couldn't push it off, so they could only eat it.

The two ate quickly and cleaned up quickly.

After the time of a stick of incense.

Qu Ning closed the door of the thatched hut, carried the food box, and quickly went up the mountain with all the herbs that Xiaoquanzi and Mai Dong had packed up, as well as the silk handkerchiefs and fire folds that they had found. Instead of leaving these herbs directly in the thatched hut, but bringing them with them every day, she was afraid that she would be seen by the flower fold who came at night, so that she would be on guard, and she would not be so easy to attack him in the future.

Running all the way to the cave halfway up the mountain, Qu Ning put everything down, went out of the cave to find dead branches and leaves, and went back to the cave to make a fire.

After the fire is extinguished, a pile of charcoal of all sizes is left in place.

Qu Ning flipped through it, picked out two of the better ones, and wrote on the silk handkerchief, which can be used completely.

This silk handkerchief and charcoal are now her "pen, ink and paper inkstone".

Qu Ning immediately opened the food box, took out two steamed buns and half of the side dishes for his dinner, then put the silk handkerchief and charcoal into it, hung the food box with a hook to the demon below, and went to the hole in the ground and shouted to the bottom: "Husband, if it is inconvenient for you to speak," I am embarrassed to say directly that if you can't speak, "just write it on the silk handkerchief and put it in the food box." Don't worry, I've tried that charcoal, and it's very useful. ”

The imprisoned demon underneath: The person who recently delivered food to the "......" is really ......

Outside the cave, the sky had darkened.

Qu Ning waited while nibbling on steamed buns.

Although it is not good to deceive the demons below in this way, I believe that after she escapes, there will definitely be other people who will come to send three meals a day to the demons below, and the demons below will definitely not starve because of her escape, everything actually has no substantial impact on him, and Qu Ning's heart feels better.

Night.

A black shadow crept into the imperial tomb as it had done last night, heading straight for the thatched hut at the foot of the mountain.

Once again, no one was found in the house, and the black shadow crept up the hill.

On the side of the mountain road, the carrier pigeon, which had been tied to the trunk of the tree, woke up at the moment when the black shadow flashed, and it was so frightened that it fluttered its wings.

Deep in the cave, in the darkness and silence, Qu Ning didn't know how many times he pulled the rope up and hung it down. The demon at the bottom, is he unwilling to help her, or can't even write anymore?

A dark shadow crept in.