Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 872 The pit is 162 meters deep and I miss him (3)
Thinking of this, Xue Fang was startled, then couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.

The place where the large-caliber cannon is placed is located in a deep hole on the right side of Qianlian Cave. When Mo Jiu passed by, there was no one else there, and a cannon stood quietly at the entrance of the cave. The smell of gunpowder smoke, under the pierced stone wall, there are a lot of rubble piled up here and there.

"This cannon is so ruthless!"

Sighing slightly, she glanced at the stone wall.

The stone wall was bombarded by shells to reveal a deep hole, so dark that one could not see through it at a glance...

Mo Jiu caressed the port of the large-caliber cannon, a smile gradually appeared on his handsome face, "Have you checked inside?" She asked Qiao Zhanping, seeing that he was silent, she walked slowly towards the stone wall and took the table The wind lamp on the top swayed into the hole.

Glancing at her, Qiao Zhanping nodded, "I checked it out, there is a passage inside, it's a bit long, it's probably connected to another stone wall, I'm busy with the cannon, I haven't explored it yet—" Frowning, he looked at Mo With Jiu's complexion, he thought for a while and said: "To avoid trouble, I temporarily blocked the news and didn't let anyone come here casually."

"well done!"

Mo Jiu admired Qiao Zhanping's ability very much, and he always did things just right. He knew that Mo Jiu had not completely let go of his guard against him, but he never asked. He always knew what to say, what not to say, and when to say it. Time to stop.

Holding the lantern, Mo Jiu slowly stepped into the dark corridor from the gap opened by the ammunition.

As Qiao Zhanping said, the corridor is very long, and as soon as she got in, there was a chilly wind.

Mo Jiu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, sniffed, and took a step forward.

"Be careful!" Mo Wang followed in and helped her by the shoulder.

"Okay." Mo Jiu glanced gratefully, "Brother, do you feel anything?"

"Yeah." Mo Wang didn't say much, just glanced at the endless corridor, "Your guess is probably right."

"Yes. I can smell it." Mo Jiu's voice was faint, and he walked forward with Mo Wang for a while, only to feel that the corridor became narrower and narrower, and the air became thinner, and she felt a little dizzy. Dare to go any further, "Brother, let's go out first!"

"Okay." No matter what she said, Mo Wang would always carry it out.

Sometimes Mo Jiu even felt that if her decision would cost her life, would he continue as before?

Sighing, she asked, "Why do you never refute my decision?"

Mo Huang glanced at her slowly. In the dark and gloomy space, Mo Jiu couldn't see his eyes, but he was a little out of breath under the pressure of the cramped atmosphere.

"What's wrong, brother?" she asked.

He didn't answer, just stared down at him, and suddenly raised his hand to brush his hair.The temperature from the fingertips was icy cold, but there was a sense of numbness. In such a strange atmosphere, Mo Jiu's goosebumps suddenly crawled out, and she shivered like an electric shock, "Senior brother, can you help me?" Don't scare me, I'm timid—"

Mo Wang shook his head and laughed, "Are you a coward?"

Mo Jiu stuck out his tongue, "You're timid once in a while, don't blame me! This place is so gloomy, it reminds me of the ghost stories my grandma told me when I was a child!"

"Shall I tell you another one?"

"...Don't be so cruel!"

"Haha, even if you dare to pry Jiu'er's tomb, you're afraid of ghost stories?"

"What's the matter, I'm a normal person, okay?"

(End of this chapter)