Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 478 The pit is 098 meters deep, if you want to win, go all out (2)
"Yeah." According to her proportions, Fang Jiran seemed to think of something after a while, "What if it is used for shooting?"

"Shooting?" Mo Jiu raised his eyebrows, "Nine nitrates and one sulfur."

Fang Jiran nodded with a "hmm", took a deep look at her, and lowered her head to prepare the ingredients silently.

With the previous cooperation, the two of them started working very quickly.Fang Jiran prepared the sulfur and nitrate, and Mo Jiu took over and put these materials into the mud ball through the small holes reserved on the mud ball, and then prepared her with white arsenic, arborite, golden sweat, silver embroidery, etc. The poisonous gunpowder is mixed in an appropriate amount, the lead wire is installed, and the mud ball is compacted with fingers.Thus, an "enemy of a thousand men" appeared.

The shrunken version of "Thousand Enemy" is oval, a bit like the grenade of later generations. When the two armies are fighting, just pull the fuse and throw it into the enemy crowd, causing an explosion to hurt people.However, the Enemy of Thousands is larger than the grenades of later generations, and its structure is simpler.As for the workmanship, it was indeed very rough, but when Mo Jiu looked at her "handwork", she was a little proud and said "tsk tsk" in her mouth.

"It's really good, but I don't know how powerful it is?"

She concentrated on studying the enemy of thousands, but Fang Jiran's eyes had already turned to the door.

The primary mechanism house has no door, you need to find the door and exit.The middle-level organ house has a door, but there is a 48-post Luban lock on the door.Now that the four mechanical platforms have been completed, they only need to open the Luban lock to go out.

Victory is in sight, only one step away, Fang Jiran is more eager than the leisurely Mo Jiu.

"Sister, I'm going to try to unlock it. I've never tried 46 pillars..."

"Try a fart!" Mo Jiu looked at the hands on the wooden clock's turntable, smiled and gave her a sideways glance, "When we unlock the Luban lock, those two girls will probably win..."

"Then according to your wishes...how?" Fang Jiran wondered, how could he get out without unlocking it?

"Be simple and rough." Mo Jiu shrugged his shoulders, and suddenly rushed in front of her, aiming at the direction of the door, holding the "Enemy of a Thousand People" in his hands high, and waved it out without saying a word, Then he yelled loudly: "Stay back, get down. It's going to explode!"

Fang Jiran was terrified and screamed "Ah".

She didn't expect that Mo Jiu's "simple and rude" behavior would be like this.

In the blink of an eye, she didn't have time to think, she lay down on the ground reflexively, covering her head tightly, not even daring to open her eyes.But Mo Jiu slowly lowered his hand that was raised in the air.She didn't seem to expect that Fang Jiran's reaction would be so big. She turned her head and sighed solemnly: "You just lack a sense of humor. I'm just joking. How could you really blow up the door? Let alone blowing up, would it count as us?" If you win, just say that if you blow it up like this, if you hurt the flowers and plants, it's not good."

"..." Fang Jiran raised his head from the ground, looked at her, and remained silent.

This scene must have fallen into the eyes of those in the lounge.

Mo Jiu is used to being crazy, so it doesn't matter, but she is a good-looking woman, lying on the ground in such a state of embarrassment, with no image, how ugly is it?Tightening her mouth, she got up without saying a word, straightened her hood and sleeves, walked to the door without saying a word, lowered her head to fiddle with the Luban lock, and stopped talking to Mo Jiu.

"Are you angry?" Mo Jiu smiled slightly, stared at her back, and coughed half jokingly and half seriously: "If you are not angry, just turn around and smile at me, maybe you will be pleasantly surprised?"

Fang Jiran remained silent.

Regardless of the mud on his hands, Mo Jiu stroked the hair that had fallen on his temples, "The 48-pillar Luban lock is nothing more than a little thing that made you so anxious?"

(End of this chapter)