"Stop him!"

Jinghai suddenly shouted.

I was startled and quickly tried to stop Lao Shutou.

The old slip-on waited for three years, but he didn't want to be so desperate that the "treasure" he was looking for was under his nose and his heart was filled with fire. He really put a lot of effort into this pickaxe.

I heard Jinghai reminder that it was too late, so I could only make a quick move and push him on his right shoulder. He had just been stabbed by me before, but when I pushed him, the pickaxe could not help but tilt a little in pain.

But despite this, the earthen platform that had been soaked in ginger juice was still smashed half of it.

I seemed to hear a broken sound, and when I looked at Lao Shutou, I became a little hazy.

I soon realized that the reason I couldn't see clearly was not because I was dazzled, but because the earth platform was smashed, and some powder drifted into the air, covering the dim gasoline lamp, blocking my sight.

I couldn't help but be surprised. I don't know how many years this earthen platform has existed. It has been baked by the kang fire above and has become more compact than ordinary bricks. I poured ginger juice in advance, so how could so much powder be released at once?

I often hear that the land where treasures are born are often accompanied by poisonous insects and miasma. These dusts are not poisonous, right?

I looked at Lao Shutou again, but saw that he had retreated to the corner with the push I had just pushed, and he was wearing a strange-looking mask at some point.

I recalled it and felt this hatred in my heart. Just when I pushed him just now, I used the most effort to push him stagger. Lao Ya was prepared for a long time and took the opportunity to avoid the possible dangers and pushed me to the forefront.

"My master, are you okay?" Lao Shutou asked in a muffled voice.

I covered my mouth and nose and coughed a few times, saying, "It's okay, I just choked by the raised dust."

The old slip-on stared at me for a while before slowly walking back, his eyes flashing, "I have to take a good look at what it is that has taken me three years."

As I mean, after I lead him over, I want to give him another knife to avenge him.

But Jinghai said to me secretly: "We know that you are annoyed by him. We naturally have to avenge this secret arrow, but we don't have to hurry up. Just let him take that thing, and when you arrive in Siling Town, it's not too late to settle the accounts with him."

What the old monk said is not without reason, but although I gave up the idea of ​​attacking the old slip-on, I was extremely confused.

Because, after a moment of shock, before the old slip-on came, I had already smelled what the dust was.

The old slip-on seemed to be worried that I would take the wrong hand from behind him. He looked at me vigilantly, took off the kerosene lamp from the wall beside him, and turned around and asked me:

"My master, you just come and see what's here?"

I shook my head, spread my hands and took a few steps back.

Although the old slippery head was exposed outside, there was suspicion in his eyes, the earthen Taichung was something he had been looking for for many years. After hesitating, he didn't care about me anymore and went to take care of the earthen Tai with the oil lamp.

But when the oil lamp came over, a fire suddenly jumped out of Tu Taichung, followed by a dull "bang". With the sound of glass shattering, the spreading flames licked directly on Lao Shutou's face.

The fire flashed, and the cellar suddenly fell into the darkness. In the darkness, only the old slip-head's moan was heard.

Tang Yi heard the movement on it and asked anxiously: "What happened?"

"It's okay!" I lit up the flashlight that I had just held in my hand.

With the lightning, I saw Lao Shuitou sitting on the ground, wearing a mask on his face, but several pieces of glass were inserted on the upper half of his face, and his right eye was bleeding.

The old slip-on guy was really tough. He hummed a few times and then fumbled and pulled down the broken glass at the corner of his eyes:

"Ha...Haha, my master, it's such a good method. The old man has never been convinced in his life. This time he is really convinced. I'm using you as cannon fodder first. You're better off. I won't blame you. Let's fight. I'll ask, how did you see that there is an organization here?"

I walked up, squatted down, and slapped his face with a flashlight, "Fortunately, I didn't hurt my eyes."

"That's a fall." Although Lao Shutou didn't hurt his eyeball, his right eye could no longer be opened. One left eye was tilted towards me, and there was no hatred in his eyes, but he was just a little confused.

I said, "There is no mechanism here at all. You are too impatient and forgot the rules and have an open flame in advance."

The old slip-on was stunned for a moment, then punched the ground hard, "Damn it, this time I'm really unreproachable."

He took a few breaths of breath and pulled other glass pieces from his face, asking me, "The smoke was not poisonous just now? Or do you have any magic medicine to avoid poison?"

I took out the remaining half bottle of white medicine and handed it to him, "It's not poisonous miasma, it's ashes."

"Ashes?"

I didn't say anything anymore, just stuffed the medicine bottle into his hand.

Before he got off the pickaxe, I felt that the earthy platform was a bit strange. When the dust scattered after the first draft came down, I was really shocked. But I quickly smelled it. It was not a toxic fog of miasma, but a scattered ashes.

There were probably urns on the earthen platform. The sound of shattering when he first got the pickaxe was that he smashed the urns open.

Inhaling a small amount of ashes will only make people feel disgusting at most and will not cause any other harm.

When the old slippery head lowered the pick, I pushed him, and the pick was slightly off. The earthen platform was only partly hollow in the middle. When the pick was down, only a small part of the side was chiseled, and the gap exposed was very limited.

Before I went to college, I had already seen news about dust explosions online. Although part of the ashes were rolled out by airflow, most of them were still left inside the earthen platform. When I encountered an open fire, wouldn’t they explode?

The old slip-on may not have no idea about this, but maybe he has been working for three years and is too impatient to get what's inside. Or maybe he has focused most of his thoughts on calculating people, but he made the lowest mistake. Half of his face was blown up by the kerosene lampshade, which almost turned into a one-eyed dragon.

The old slip-on took off the mask and wiped his face hard, without applying medicine. He just put away the mask and the white medicine I gave him, and then went to check the earthen platform again.

The power of this small explosion is quite great, and two-thirds of the earthen platform collapsed.

The old slip of his head didn't illuminate him, so he just leaned his upper body in and quickly shrank back, but there was something white on his hand.

"Let's go out first, and then look at what this is!"

Seeing that I was standing still, the old slippery head simply stuffed the thing into my hand and climbed up first.

I took the thing in my hand, looked at it for a moment, and my doubts became even more serious. I immediately crawled out without saying a word.

"Are you okay?" Ji Yayun and Tang Yi asked me at the same time.

I shook my head and gently placed the object that I handed my old slip head to me on the kang, and at the same time, my eyebrows were twisted into pieces.
Chapter completed!