Commander, your wife is here to monitor again.

Chapter 17 Chapter 017
"The ancients sometimes make mistakes!" Walking into the passage, seeing Murong Xiaoxiao's dejected expression, Murong Qinglan adjusted the mask on his face, and said with a hint of joking.

"Besides the phosphorous powder, there may be other things on this wall, so don't be careless." Murong Qinghong laughed a little, and also sighed a little.

"The ancients used torches for lighting. If you are not careful, the phosphorous powder will ignite. If there are other things, this passage is not spacious..." Murong Qingli looked at the people around him, smiled lowly, and explained.

"It seems that after I go back, I have to make up some knowledge!" Si Nan raised his eyebrows and replied with some self-deprecation.

After entering the so-called ancient tomb, it was this girl who had the final say, and the three "elites" of the Murong family really had no objection.

Moreover, Murong Qinghong carried Chang Lao on his back and followed with ease, his physical strength was quite good.

Furthermore, Sinan was still very surprised that there was really no such pile of sand on their way back.

Now, just wait and see, the exit is the hole they came down from.

"Stop." Suddenly, Murong Xiaoxiao yelled listlessly, and Murong Qinghong and Murong Qinglan, who were walking in the second row, immediately stopped, and at the end, Sinan and Murong Qingli also stopped talking, and turned their heads to look over .

"Xiaoxiao, what's the matter?" Murong Qingli raised his flashlight, looked at Murong Xiaoxiao who was still bowing his head, and asked suspiciously.

"We have traveled twice as far as before." Murong Xiaoxiao's tone sounded a little annoyed, and then, shaking the flashlight forward, "It's not over yet!"

"Going backwards?" Murong Qinglan said in a daze when seeing this situation.

"You're just going backwards!" Murong Xiaoxiao turned around and glared at him.

"Could it be that something has affected your senses?" Murong Qinghong looked back and forth at everyone, and whispered his conjecture.

"Isn't that going to burn all the phosphorus powder?" Murong Qinglan was a little furious, "Then we have nowhere to run away!"

"Why are you not as calm as Xiaoxiao?" Murong Qinghong looked at him speechlessly.

"Listen... What Qinglan means, can't we go back to the tomb?" Sinan heard another unbelievable thing when he heard this.

He just wanted to propose to return it first, wait for the phosphorous powder to burn out, then, now...

"Xiaoxiao, is there a way for us to hide from the phosphorous fire?" Murong Qingli was entangled, and turned towards the person who was still not in a good mood.

If it's not an agency, Murong Xiaoxiao is not interested.

"Yes, there is a fireproof bag." Murong Xiaoxiao curled his lips and nodded.

"Fireproof bag?" Murong Qinglan looked at him wonderingly, "You made it new? Is it reliable? Or, should you use water?"

"You say I'm unreliable?" Murong Xiaoxiao looked at him quietly.

"Eh..." Murong Qinglan was at a loss for words, offending this kid would be fruitless.

"Xiaoxiao, what does the fireproof bag look like? Can it cover the six of us?" Murong Qingli walked over helplessly, grabbed Murong Xiaoxiao, and asked warmly.

"I added fire-resistant material and tested it, but it will take up to 5 minutes." Murong Xiaoxiao pursed his lips, "I took three fire-resistant bags, because I thought it was just me, my sister, and Brother Nan. "

"It should be fine." Murong Qinghong took a look at the white phosphorous powder on the wall, "This thickness may take less than 5 minutes to burn."

"Xiaoxiao, take out the fireproof bag, sister, take a look." Murong Qingli breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

"It's similar to a sleeping bag. Two people should be able to squeeze together." Murong Qingli watched as Murong Xiaoxiao took out the so-called fireproof bag from the bag, opened it and took a closer look.

"Xiaoxiao, you protect Qinglan, Qinghong, you protect Changlao, try it!" Murong Qinglan thought it over and over again, and finally decided.

Murong Qinglan opened his mouth, but he still didn't make a sound.

Everyone helped Chang Lao carefully wipe the soles of the shoes with paper, then put them into a fireproof bag and helped Murong Qinghong tie the bag.

Then, they did the same and put them into fireproof bags.

"You really trust that kid!" The two of them were indeed crowded, but it was barely enough, Sinan looked down at the person standing in front of him, who was almost completely in his arms, and said in a low voice.

"You don't believe it?" Murong Qingli took out a lighter, stretched out his hand and pointed it at the wall, and suddenly, flames started outside.

Grasping the seal, Murong Qingli turned to look at him.

Si Nan let out a low laugh, raised his hand to seal her up, put his other hand around her waist, and brought her into his arms again.

"Hello!" Murong Qingli called out embarrassingly.

"Hush!" Si Nan winked at her.

The temperature under my feet rose quickly, and the phosphorous powder burned quickly.

Everyone waited with bated breath for the effect of this fireproof bag.

"How is it?" Sinan asked the person in his arms in a low voice as the heat around him continued to rise, and Murong Xiaoxiao and Murong Qinglan's voices were vaguely heard.

"Fortunately, it's just hot." Murong Qingli was really thankful for the temperature, which gave her an excuse to explain her embarrassment.

Sinan's silent smile deepened, and he raised his hand to touch the already hot fireproof bag.

"It looks like it should last a few minutes." Sinan breathed a sigh of relief, "Qing Li, have you ever encountered a more dangerous situation than this before?"

"Forget it, I don't go to the tomb much." Murong Qingli shook his head, "Comparatively speaking, this is nothing."

"You two don't make trouble, help me to help Chang Lao!" Si Nan was about to say something, but Murong Qinghong's voice rang out.

Startled, Murong Qingli raised his hand first to unseal the seal, and the flashlight in Sinan's hand quickly shone out.

"It's burned over there." Murong Qingli heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly opened the fireproof bag completely.

Beside them, they have already stepped on the fireproof bags and stood up.

"It's just fine!" Murong Qinglan wiped the sweat from his forehead, grinned, and let out a long breath.

"Put on the mask, and you are carrying Chang Lao on your back. I think there is still a problem here, so hurry up and look at the exit." Murong Qinghong helped Chang Lao onto Murong Qinglan's back, and took photos of himself with a flashlight.

"It's still burning over there, I'll open this wall." Murong Xiaoxiao turned around to test the temperature of the ground, and then walked towards the wall that was very close to him.

Watching him walking towards the wall, Sinan was really suspicious. Before the phosphorous powder was ignited, there was no wall there!

"Qingli, after the phosphorous powder is burned, the air quality will be bad." Murong Qinghong looked at a small instrument in his hand and said solemnly.

"En." Murong Qingli nodded, "Xiaoxiao, be careful, hurry up and see if you can get out from here."

"I know." Murong Xiaoxiao responded, and the next second, the wall rose slowly with a "boom".

"Exit." Murong Xiaoxiao made a victory gesture, and stepped out first.

"In ancient times, if someone came in and the boulder fell, many people would probably be trapped to death in this passage." Murong Qingli looked at the people around him, knowing that he still couldn't accept it.

"The passage is not twice as long as Xiaoxiao said, it's just that the senses are wrong." Murong Qingli's flashlight shone behind him.

Seeing that there was only a small circle of flame left, Sinan couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

"Save people, save people..."

I wanted to say something, but it was already lively outside, so Sinan followed them all the way out.

(End of this chapter)