The blood blinded Ah Ci's eyes, and he felt his head drowsy for a while, and he fell to the ground without half his strength.

Jiang Liuqing smiled hideously, approached Ah Ci step by step with a cane, and pulled her hair hard.

"Little bastard, there is a way in heaven that you don't take, and there is no door to hell you have to break into! It's really an eye-opener to fall into my hands!! Hahaha......"

Ah Ci eased up for a while, but at this time she only felt pain, and her brain was very clear.

Vice Dean Jiang's attention was too focused to ignore the threat that was approaching him.

When he raised the crutches in his hand and aimed at Ah Ci's eyes, he was hit by a blunt object in the back of the head, and he rolled his eyes and fell unconscious on the spot.

Looking at the blood splattered all over the ground, Ah Ci took off Vice President Jiang's coat and calmly wiped the blood stains on the ground.

After wiping, he looked up and said to Tong Yan, "You are too heavy." ”

Tong Yan squatted down next to the unconscious Vice President Jiang with a regretful face and asked, "Are you dead?" ”

Ah Ci probed his snort and smiled happily: "Alive." ”

Tong Yan clapped his hands excitedly and smiled innocently: "Sister, he is ours." ”

Ah Ci looked embarrassed: "He is very heavy, we can't move." ”

Tong Yan stood up and said happily: "Xiao Yan knows the secret way, here!" The bright big eyes were firm, as if they had been looking forward to it for a long time, and they had to move Vice President Jiang away.

I didn't expect there to be a secret door behind the bookshelf, which was strange everywhere, and I didn't know where it led.

Ah Ci looked around, searched in the drawer again, and found a bundle of rope.

The blood slid down the corners of his forehead and blinded his eyes, Ah Ci frowned, raised his hand to wipe it, looked at the red on the back of his hand, and tasted it curiously, as if it was a fishy sweet smell of rust.

"Sister, hurry up! Someone seems to be coming. ”

Ah Ci untied the rope, asked Tong Yan to help her lift Jiang Vice-Courtyard, wrapped the rope firmly around his chest several times, and finally pulled it a few times to determine the sturdy bearing.

The two exchanged a look, tacitly agreed, and pulled the rope back together, dragging Deputy Courtyard Jiang into the dark passage as quickly as possible.

Ah Ci didn't rush to leave, and rushed out in the last few tens of seconds to restore the traces that could be recovered, and it was not easy for people to detect that someone had touched something here.

Then, in the last few seconds when someone came in, Ah Ci got into the dark passage to restore the bookshelf.

I have to say that the Jiang Courtyard is too heavy, and it took two and a half children a lot of effort to walk a hundred meters away.

But Ah Ci didn't stop, although she was so tired that she regretted dragging this pig, it was too dangerous here, and she didn't know when someone would come in.

Tong Yan could grit his teeth and persist at first, but he couldn't walk anymore in the back, "Sister, I'm tired." ”

Ah Ci is really tired, and Tong Yan is a few years younger than her, so it is not easy to persist until now.

"Take a break, then." Tong Yan found an open space, and just sat down, he found several black porcelain jars leaning behind him.

The porcelain jar is hermetically sealed, like pickled kimchi in the countryside, with a layer of straw on top and water poured over the rim. Tong Yan sniffed, it stinks!

"Sister, look, is it pickles?"

Ah Ci glanced at the Jiang Courtyard, as if she was about to wake up, she picked up a stone in the dark passage and smashed it on his head.

After smashing it, I stepped forward to check it with confidence.

Although there are bright lights in the dark passage, it is still very dim, and Ah Ci looks at the water around the porcelain altar, which has begun to darken, exuding a foul smell.

There are four jars, the first jar is the largest, the middle two jars are about the same size, and the last one is the smallest.

Tong Yan's curiosity was overflowing: "Sister, let's take a look!" ”

Ah Ci stared at these jars expressionlessly, always having a bad premonition, and responded softly: "Oh." ”

Tong Yan pressed his toes against the smallest porcelain jar: "Open the small one first." ”

Ah Ci glanced at him, calmly stepped forward and lifted the lid of the small porcelain altar. Suddenly, the stench of pickling and rotting became stronger, and Ah Ci covered her nose and stepped forward to see that there was still human hair floating on a jar of sewage.