Ximen Longting lit the curtain on fire and threw it out.

Sure enough, the scorpion retreated frequently when it saw the fire...

Jing Jiaren didn't care anymore. She pulled out a bed stick and poked it around. When she saw that no bugs or anything had come out, she pulled the bed curtain.

Ximen Longting glared at her with red eyes: "I told you to stop moving, but you just didn't listen!?"

"It's okay, you're here..."

Jing Jiaren couldn't pull it any longer, so she had to pull off the sheets and any fabric that could be burned, lit it on fire and threw it out.

The fire suddenly became brighter, and the scorpion retreated, slowly retracting into the dark gap.

But these fabrics are limited after all. What will happen if they are burned out?

It burned down in one go.

"Why don't we dismantle some stool legs to make a few fires," Jing Jiaren suggested, "That way we can focus on finding the door out."

Ximen Longting had no objection and handed the torch to her: "Take it."

Immediately pick up a chair and throw it down hard on the ground.

Unexpectedly, the chair was quite strong. Ximen Longting fell on the wall and the ground, and it took several times for it to fall apart.

But I found that the chair couldn't burn after being left in a humid place for too long.

Jing Jiaren pushed a Western-style screen and saw a beautiful Western-style wine vat behind it, green and blue, with exquisite and beautiful totems painted on it.

"Ximen Longting, is this a wine vat?"

"Don't touch it!"

Ximen Longting threw down the chair legs, walked over to take the torch, picked out a dagger, and removed the sealed wine lid.

When opening the lid of the wine, shine the torch first.

A strong smell of alcohol spread out. It must have been stored for decades, and the aroma of the wine was very mellow...

Since there is such a strong smell of alcohol, it must be full of alcohol.

Jing Jiaren boldly walked over and saw a vat full of fine wine.

"There is wine," Jing Jiaren said happily, "Pour the wine on the wood and the wood will burn."

There was a spoon next to the wine vat. She poured the wine on the pile of chairs and wood, and then asked Ximen Longting to light the fire...

Ximen Longting's figure was a little unstable, and when he looked at Jing Jiaren, two shadows appeared on her smiling face.

His expression changed slightly, and he barely managed to stand still by holding down the table next to him.

Jing Jiaren is still happy to find the vat of wine. In this case, after the chair is burned, the cabinet can still be burned... The furniture here is all made of wood and can be burned. It can last for more than an hour at least...

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But what about an hour later?

But Jing Jiaren forgot one thing, they were in a closed room, and the smell of cigarette smoke gradually began to make up for it.

Ximen Longting took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket and flicked it around.

Jing Jiaren turned her head and asked, "Did you find the signal?"

Ximen Longting shook his head coldly. This underground castle blocked the signal. From the moment he entered the ground, he couldn't make any calls.

Ximen Longting raised his phone and took a photo of Jing Jiaren.

"Come here, let's take some pictures together."

Jing Jia started a second fire and didn't notice the strange look on Ximen Longting's face: "I'm not free now, how can I have time to take pictures."

Ximen Longting's lips were extremely pale, and his abdomen finally began to condense and stopped bleeding. It was probably the blood that had condensed the strips of cloth together. His whole body was cold, and even the piles of bright firelights could not stop his chill...

"Jing Jiaren, come here and take pictures!" he shouted forcefully.
Chapter completed!