Han Muxue quickly weighed it in her mind and kicked the candlestick to the ground. With a bang, the tongue of flames picked up the bright yellow futon made of cloth. The fire spread quickly, and soon the entire

The futon was devoured, and the fire grew stronger and stronger.

"Sister, what are you doing! This temple is made of wood, we will die here from suffocation!"

Han Yang was anxious and jumped down, intending to put out the fire with his loose robe. Unfortunately, the fire had already expanded and was difficult to control by blocking oxygen.

"What are you afraid of? We can't get out anyway, and we are going to die anyway. Even if we burn this temple to the ground, we won't lose money!"

Han Muxue said this to the people inside the clay statue. Through the close contact just now, she had discovered that there were people inside and not ghosts and gods.

Although she didn't understand the purpose of this person hiding in the clay statue, if she wanted to escape from this weird village and this weird Empress Temple, she could only use this method of dying together to force out other people.

A way of escape.

After all, if a living person can be taken out of this temple without anyone noticing the next day, then there must be a secret passage to the outside in this place.

"Sister, are you crazy?"

Han Yang's eyes were already red and he couldn't find a way to put out the fire. He could only flap around like a headless fly to find an exit.

But this temple is a bit special. It is airtight, has no windows, and has a solid structure. It is better to say it is a temple than a prison cell. Otherwise, why would it be difficult for even the smoke from the fire to escape after such a long time?

go out?

Once the heavy wooden door is closed, no one outside will be able to hear it even if it breaks the throat.

A wall of copper and iron.

It's really a dead end.

Han Muxue had already discovered it when she was first brought in: the floor tiles leading into the temple from outside the house were all single-layered, and there was a hollow sound when you stepped on them. But when you stepped on them when you entered the house, they made a muffled sound.

, the echo is thicker than that of ordinary bricks. In the ears of Han Muxue, who has good hearing, it is a world of difference.

This couldn't help but remind her of that terrifying place again.

She had stayed in a place like this in Laozhai. There were thick solid bricks everywhere, and there was no sound when knocked on them. It was small in size, dark and lightless, and the only exit was the vent above the head that was surrounded by an iron fence.

It's not so much a vent as it is a sewer block.

This is the first level of punishment, which makes people gradually have no concept of the outside world, no concept of time, and become closed and sluggish.

When the torturers with electric batons on their waists appeared above them whistling, swaying, and unzipping their pants, Han Muxue truly understood what it means to have dignity trampled on, what it means to be a human being, a ghost.

Not like a ghost.

Who would have thought that in this remote place thousands of miles away, a place with "simple folk customs", this empress temple where incense is flourishing and bless people, the same special bricks from that hell city would be used.

In addition, there had been rumors of human trafficking in this village before, and Han Muxue immediately came to his senses: This so-called Empress Temple is a temple, but secretly it is a transit station!

The woman buried in the wall probably ran out desperately and was caught, and then suffered a great disaster.

Scenes of what she saw and heard in this village flashed through her mind. She finally understood why there were no women in this village and why.

Why is it that in this village, which obviously has the most efficacious Shuangzi Temple, there is not a large population.

Emotions are these beasts, they treat all the women in the village like piglets!

Tian Xiaorui, the little mute, so many innocent and pitiful girls, and He Lu, she is not a victim, but the real murderer is still at large and continues to do whatever he wants!

When she thought of this, the anger in Han Muxue's heart had already surpassed her fear and reason. She knew that there was someone else in the statue of a boy who had no movement at this time, so she kicked him hard without any courtesy.

This kick is so explosive that no matter how thick the wall is, she will knock a hole out of it.

The more Ling Zi had seen Han Muxue's martial arts, he was not surprised. However, his brother-in-law Han Yang was so shocked by this thunderous kick that he stood there with his mouth open for a long time.

It seems that in the past, my sister was really petty with him, and he even boasted that he wanted to protect her.

It seems now that when his sister taught him manually when he was a child, he was lucky not to be cruel, otherwise, he would not have lived this long.

He looked at Ling Ziyue with some sympathy. It seemed that his gentle and elegant brother-in-law would not have an easy life in the future.

The more Ling Zi stared at him with sympathetic eyes, the more he felt uncomfortable.

What does this brat mean when he looks at me?

The thick clay statue broke in response, and a hole as big as the mouth of the singing bowl was directly broken in the relatively fragile part of the hand.

The mud dispersed and they were able to look inside the hole.

The firelight illuminated the statue of a child, which was completely empty.

Looking further inside, sure enough, there is a mystery hidden here. There is a vaguely narrow passage, only one person's width.

"There is a secret passage here!" Han Yang heard the sound and rushed over. The three of them didn't care whether it was dangerous or not. The two men were still sweating profusely, looking up and down for the mechanism that opened the secret passage.

The impatient Han Muxue was already impatient.

"Step aside!"

She raised her eyebrows upside down, raised her legs and turned her hips, gave a sweet shout, and instantly moved her legs out, concentrating her power on one place. The powerful "explosive force" continued to open a bigger hole at the hole as big as the mouth of a bowl.

!Although it is more strenuous than before, fortunately it is not without results.

She felt slightly relieved.

In fact, with the first kick, she had already felt that the boy would be a hard bone, with high hardness and thick texture. Otherwise, according to the past, with her ability, that kick would be enough to break it. After all, she could do it in the past.

A man who can easily penetrate twenty-four walls with his feet. However, in the first kick, the boy only suffered a superficial wound. This shows that this temple is extraordinary.

With a few more kicks, Han Muxue worked hard and kicked out a space that could accommodate people. It only took six or seven minutes.

However, these six or seven minutes were enough to cause a huge shock to Han Yang.

He developed a twisted character due to his twisted family environment.

He is the good-for-nothing bastard, he is the top hacker lurking in the darkness of the Internet, and he is the cold-blooded SHA player in the organization.

Five years later, Ah Fei is no longer the same Ah Fei as before. He is elusive and progresses rapidly. He has become a small leader of the party. He relies on his killing methods and his continuous improvement of the deadly technique of one-hit killing.

But even the top SHA player in the organization, who is nicknamed Ah Fei and has a 100% mission completion rate, has never seen such sharp footwork. If in actual combat, with such technology, he can use his small skills to make a decisive counterattack
Chapter completed!