Showdown: Hanba is hiding in my house

Chapter 79 Escape
Blood flowed down Shen Lang's thigh, staining his white trousers red.

The proprietress held the handle of the knife and turned it to [-] degrees. She said viciously: "Our family has nothing to do with the world in this misty mountain. Without my husband, I won't let you die so easily!"

"Huh, being aloof from the world? You saw someone else possessing the Celestial Silkworm Gu, so you coveted it and wanted to snatch it away. Is this what you call being aloof from the world?" Shen Lang mocked without hesitation.

"You!" The proprietress was so angry that her hair was blown up, like a witch in a dark fairy tale.

However, the strange thing is that the proprietress quickly calmed down, and her sinister pair swept over Shen Lang's body: "It's okay if you want to live, tell me the whereabouts of the silkworm Gu!"

"Okay, come closer, I'll tell you." Shen Lang said, his forehead was covered with sweat because of the pain.

The proprietress glanced at Shen Lang: "After all, human beings are still greedy and selfish. In order to survive, they would even betray their own brothers and sisters, but this time I forgive you..."

As she spoke, she put her ear close together.

Shen Lang grinned: "In your mother's crotch!"

"Bastard!" The proprietress was furious, she grabbed Shen Lang with one paw, leaving three terrifying scars on Shen Lang's body.

Shen Lang fainted from the pain.

A little weasel said, "Mother, do you want to eat him?"

"Save his life, don't forget what the ancestors asked us to do here, as long as we get this silkworm Gu, the ancestors can take us away from this misty mountain..." The proprietress said and left the basement.

The two little girls also followed behind the proprietress.

But when these people just left, Shen Lang slowly opened his eyes, it turned out that he had been pretending to be asleep just now.

"Why do these people want the silkworm Gu? What kind of ancestor?"

Shen Lang kept recalling their conversation in his mind.

But he knew that the most important thing now was how to get out of here.

Shen Lang glanced at his hands, which happened to be tied up and tied to an iron hook specially designed for hanging pork. He began to swing his body.

After swinging back and forth to a certain extent, Shen Lang suddenly turned over, clamped his legs on the iron hook, then lowered his head and pulled out the serrated dagger on his leg.

However, this kind of pain was indescribable, it made his painful body start to tremble, and more blood was used on the wound.

"Damn it!" Shen Lang put the serrated knife in his mouth to his hand, and sawed off the rope in two or three strokes.

But because of his injured leg, Shen Lang fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.

After a long delay, Shen Lang came back to his senses. He picked up a gauze belt beside him, regardless of what the gauze belt was used for, and tied it on his injured leg.

"Fortunately, the aorta was not injured, otherwise it would have been over this time." Shen Lang began to look for the Yin-Yang Lock, but he could not find it. He should have been taken away by the weasel.

The iron door in the basement was locked, so it was impossible for him to get out, but the impassability of this way did not mean that there was no way out elsewhere.

He also came to Lao Zhang's cellar before. It was to buy new year's goods and Lao Zhang was renovating, so he vaguely remembered that it was not only a cellar, but also a cold storage.

Since it was a cold storage, there should be refrigeration equipment similar to an air conditioner. He looked around and found one above his head, but there was a net on it, and he couldn't unscrew the screws on the partition net with his hands.

But the temperature in the cellar was already very cold at this time, and he didn't know if he could hold on if he continued like this.

From the stainless steel cabinet next to him, Shen Lang saw that a layer of hoarfrost had formed on his eyelashes, and his fingers became inflexible due to freezing.

But if you continue to wait here, you will die slowly, and Shen Lang does not intend to make such a deal anyway.

Even if he died, Shen Lang didn't intend to die here.

Let him choose death, he would rather die in Mai Meng's arms.

Shen Lang twisted the serrated knife and made it into a "U" shape, which looked like a clip on a barbecue stall.

He clamped the nut with the clip, but the nut wouldn't budge.

"By the way, thermal expansion and cold contraction!" Shen Lang was overjoyed, and immediately found a lighter from his pocket. He first lit a cigarette for himself to stabilize his mind, and then slowly used the flame to roast the nuts on it. .

Sure enough, the nut made a crisp sound, and Shen Lang immediately unscrewed the nut, and after a few strokes, he got into this pipe.

"Remember, live as a human being here, don't show your flaws, if you attract Taoist priests and warlocks from the rivers and lakes, then our plan will be in vain!"

"But what about the little corpse keeper girl? I can still feel the smell of zombies from her body."

"Then you can become like this kid and subdue her? Human beings are weak animals, and their relatives and friends are their weakness!"

Shen Lang, who was in the ventilation duct, could hear the conversations of these people clearly. He didn't expect that these evil spirits would pretend to be themselves to trick Mai Meng, so he had to go out and tell Mai Meng the news!
Shen Lang, who was speeding up suddenly, didn't expect that the ventilation duct he was in was very fragile. After walking a few steps, the swaying duct made squeaking noises.

At the same time, the proprietress is a weasel demon, so she naturally heard a voice: "No, hurry up and check!"

Shen Lang gritted his teeth and tried his best to dive over, kicking the net leading to the outer wall away.

But as soon as he kicked it away, he fell down for no reason, and fortunately, he landed on a pile of garbage.

Although the stench was unbearable, it did not aggravate the injury after all.

He dragged one leg and was about to leave, but a little weasel blocked his way.

This is exactly one of the daughters beside the proprietress, she holds a Yin-Yang lock in her hand!
"My mother said, you can't run." The gloomy little girl rushed over holding the chain, and threw Shen Lang at the head.

"You shouldn't be holding my weapon." Shen Lang grinned, and saw him quickly make a hand formula, and the yin-yang lock actually entangled the little weasel by itself!
The little weasel struggled and flopped on the ground.

Shen Lang didn't have any compassion for such a harmful thing, he took a step over, grabbed the yin-yang lock and pulled it back and forth, the little weasel fell to the ground unwillingly.

Although the body thumped once or twice, it was already violently dead.

He picked up the yin-yang lock and fastened it to his belt again, and limped into a small alley.

(End of this chapter)