Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 314 Escape from the sinkhole
The second young master of the Duke's Mansion climbed up in disgrace, rubbed his gray eyes vigorously, and shouted: "The servant of the Ministry of Rites has a problem, catch him quickly!"

Yang Gao picked up his lapel and put it back, shouting down: "Dazhu, daddy—"

Sure enough, the whistle they had agreed to before came from below.

The rumble of the ground became louder, and even the surface of the ground shook slightly.

Fortunately, there were enough rope ladders, and there were less than 20 people at the bottom. When climbing up, the people above helped pull them up, and Yang Gao, who had injured his hands, even went on the stage himself.

Li Dazhu and Gouwa daddy were dragged out of the cave in two or three seconds.

As soon as it came out, there were already signs of cracks on the edge of the pothole.

Yang Gao waved his hand, shouted "Run", and rushed to Fang Yao's carriage in twos and threes, jumped on it nimbly, grabbed the reins and slammed the whip hard, the horse hurt and neighed. Rush out!

The sudden inertia caused Fang Yao, who was lying on her stomach, to bump her head against the board behind the carriage, and her head made a crisp sound.

She didn't care about rubbing her head, and quickly stretched out her arm, blocking Fan Chen's side.

"hiss……"

Fan Chen's head didn't hit the board, but it actually hit her hand.

A tall guy with a height of 1.8 meters has a hard head!
The old man who was applying medicine to Fan Chen in the car was so frightened that he almost knocked over the medicine bottle. He sat down on the ground, grabbed the small table in the middle with both hands, and shouted in a trembling voice: "My mother, Slow, slow down..."

However, there is no such thing as slowness, Yang Gao can't wait to run with the carriage on his shoulders himself!
The others also followed behind, running towards the sinkhole.

The rumbling sound had already spread to the ground, and the gravel on the slope in the tiankeng rolled down one after another like beans falling down, crackling and hitting people's legs.

If you accidentally fall down, it will be difficult to get up.

The entire tiankeng was at stake, everyone put all their strength into it, lost all torches and sticks, and rushed up with hands and feet.

Maybe it's because we have experienced life and death together, or maybe no one dares to rush out of the tiankeng alone, everyone pulls me, I push you, just like this, they pull each other and climb to the top of the slope together.

The rumbling sound on the top of the tiankeng became smaller, and the ground vibration was not very strong.

Suddenly, someone pointed to the bottom and shouted: "There is another person!"

There was only one person left on the hillside of the tiankeng, who seemed to be carrying something on his back and holding a torch.

"Yes, it's the second son of the Duke's Mansion!"

Seeing that the ground behind the second young master cracked all the way, the gap seemed to be catching up with him, Li Dazhu threw a rope at him without saying a word.

"Quick! Grab!"

The second young master grabbed the rope tightly, and other people came to help, and pulled him up after a few strokes. The servants of the Duke's Mansion hurried forward and helped him stand up.

After narrowly escaping once again, everyone was exhausted and wished they could sit slumped on the snow, gasping for breath.

"By the way, where is the Minister of Rites? He really has a problem!"

The second young master didn't want to rest, he rubbed his red eyes while shouting at the top of his voice.

These words reminded everyone, they immediately thought of the servant of the Ministry of Rites who had just escaped suddenly, and his weird speed and movements.

Fang Yao naturally also heard the words outside, and realized that something else seemed to have happened after she was injured.

She carefully let go of the hand protecting Fan Chen's head, squirmed toward the door of the carriage with her belly up, and then pushed her head against the curtain of the carriage.

"Master, don't worry, I'll ask."

Yang Gao opened the curtain, revealing a small gap, then jumped out of the carriage and walked to the side of the second young master.

As soon as he opened his mouth, before he could make a sound, Gouwa's father squeezed over with his bag, and said in surprise, "Minister of the Ministry of Rites? Isn't that young man dead?"

As soon as these words came out, the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The second young master grabbed Father Gouwa by the sleeve, "Dead? How do you know?"

Gouwa's father felt that something was wrong, he stammered and said: "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes, I'm not the only one who saw it..."

It turned out that after the hemp rope was broken, Father Gouwa and his party found another fork in the dark cave.

The path goes up all the way, the exit is on a cliff, and there is a pool of water at the bottom, and there are scattered corpses of plague monsters around.

When the group of them took a look, it was obvious that there had been a battle below, and the whole cave began to rumble.

The Minister of Rites offered to go back to the Xunda army by the same route, but when everyone had walked a certain distance, he found that the Minister of Rites hadn't followed up.

Father Gouwa and the others turned their heads to look for it, and saw that the servant of the Ministry of Rites was still at the entrance of the cave, leaning forward, not knowing what he was doing. Outside the entrance of the cave, there was only a small platform where one person could stand sideways.

Someone just wanted to tell the Minister of Rites to be more careful, but he suddenly screamed and fell down!

"It's ten feet high. The young man fell down and landed on the gravel beach next to the pool. There was a big puddle of blood on the back of his head. He couldn't possibly be alive!"

Father Gouwa shook his head, raised the cloth bag in his hand, and continued, "Later, I saw this in the vines near the entrance of the cave, and tried to pick it up with a stick. I reckoned that the Minister of Rituals... was picking this .”

Yang Gao took the cloth bag and opened it, then closed it immediately, walked back to the carriage and handed it to Fang Yao.

Fang Yao felt something wrong just by looking at his expression, and sure enough, there were her mask and Fan Chen's hanging mirror in the bag!

It turned out that they were hung on the cliff of the sinkhole.

Her brows were furrowed into knots.

What Daddy Gouwa said should be that shortly after she and Fan Chen were rescued from the sinkhole, they did not expect such things to happen during this period.

"Is the servant of the Ministry of Rites the same as his sister..." Yang Gaochao secretly pouted his lips, "The man has a smell, and Rhubarb and I smell something wrong."

Fang Yao nodded, but her heart was very confused.

Isn't the national teacher...should be dead?

Could it be that those black and white Tai Sui can run by themselves? !
There was a sudden shock in her head, it seemed that this thing would parasitize on that kind of dying creature!
"Wang Wang Wang..."

Rhubarb suddenly barked towards the thick snow.

"Bah..."

After a slight sizzle, a ray of golden flame suddenly appeared in the snow not far away!
"Hey, come on, what's going on?"

"Mother, could it be a ghost, a will-o'-the-wisp!"

Many people were so scared that their faces turned pale. Fang Yao squinted her eyes and suddenly opened them wide, wishing for a carp to fight her up!

Yang Gao took a look at her expression and immediately understood.

The sky was a bit dim, he rubbed his eyes, looked carefully, and found that there was indeed a string of messy footprints in the snow.

He immediately patted his thigh and shouted excitedly: "It's the holy fire, the holy fire! That strange thing that ran out has already been burned!"

(End of this chapter)