Song Huiyue got off Yinxiao's back and walked around the glass house, but found nothing. She walked inside and walked around again, but still found no trace.
Do we really need to dig three feet into the ground?
When King Chen broke into Zhang's house at night, although he was not as startled as they are now, he still didn't have the time to dig three feet into the ground.
Du Lan followed Song Huiyue closely and whispered: "Madam, do you want to go to the study?"
Before coming, they already knew that the letter was found in the glass room, and they had also discussed that if they couldn't find it here, they would go to the study.
Song Huiyue shook her head: "You look here, I'll go out and take a look."
She frowned and walked out of the glass house, her mind racing wildly. While she was trying her best to think, a gust of wind suddenly blew by, and a leaf blew past her head.
Before Song Huiyue could open her mouth, Yinxiao suddenly moved, pushing Song Huiyue away, the sharp knife was drawn out from her sleeve, her thumb covered her heart, four fingers grasped the handle of the knife, and she swung forward.
Suddenly, a silver spear shot straight down from the top of the tree. The head of the spear hit the Yinxiao sharp knife and wiped out a flash of fire. The spear did not move at all, and the sharp knife did not retreat. The two were locked in a stalemate.
Hou Er hugged Song Huiyue, pinched her under his arm, and used his unique skill in his life. He stepped on the trunk of the locust tree with his right foot and used the force to jump up. He jumped up the big tree in one go and was far away from the fighting range of Yin Xiao and the two.
However, before he could stand still, another spear stabbed over like a ghost, and the head of the spear pointed directly at Song Huiyue's heart.
Hou Er was shocked and ran away, taking Song Huiyue with him. She was still as light as a swallow, walking back and forth among the branches to avoid the attack.
But Song Huiyue let Hou Er hold it randomly, jolting involuntarily, and the spear was being fired from time to time. She was worried about her life, but she didn't care at all, staring at the glass house with her eyes.
Standing in the glass house, Du Lan was frightened almost out of his mind by this unexpected incident. Seeing Song Huiyue repeatedly in danger, Yinxiao was unable to do anything, so he could only pray to You Song and others to come quickly.
Fortunately, the glass house was valuable, and he was protected by this house. His life was not in danger for the time being, so he calmed down and began to explore inch by inch, even opening the bottom of the flowerpot to look.
Just when he had no clue, Song Huiyue suddenly said: "I know!"
Such large glass is very rare, and it is even more difficult to make a glass greenhouse. Multiple pieces of glass are inlaid and fused, and the various patterns on the glass cover up the gaps in the inlaid glass.
Everyone will only pay attention to the softly shining glass.
The gaps between the glass are made of yellow mud and fish bladder glue. This glue melts easily when heated and will produce many holes. In order to make it stronger, the Zhang family re-burns the fish bladder glue every winter to strengthen the glass house.
Repair and fill in the previous holes.
Only Prime Minister Zhang’s house would use this method to build a glass house.
Fish bladder glue is so rare that even a good man can't polish it off. But the two swim bladders are repaired every year with a large amount of fish bladder glue, which cannot be bought even with money.
Fish maw glue also has a fishy smell, which needs to be covered up by fragrance, so the glass house is filled with flowers all year round, and they are all flowers and plants with strong fragrance.
Just now, when Hou Er was running around with Song Huiyue in his arms, he passed by the glass roof. Song Huiyue first smelled the faint smell of fish, then saw the small hole, and immediately had a bold idea in her heart.
idea.
Perhaps when King Chen came here, he didn't know where to hide the letter. He also saw the hole where the fish bladder glue melted, so he rolled the letter into a small ball, stuffed it into the hole, and then covered it with yellow mud.
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After years of repairs, the holes where the letters were hidden have long been gone. Even if King Cheng got up from the cellar and did it himself, he might not be able to find it.
Only by smashing the entire glass house and smashing all the fish bladder glue can we find the letters inside.
But smashing the glass house at this time would make too much noise, and there wouldn't be much time to smash the fish bladder glue.
At this moment, Du Lan stopped what he was doing, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he shouted: "Yin Xiao!"
Yin Xiao only heard a gust of wind behind her ears, turned her head to avoid it, and saw a silver gun head piercing her ear. By now, three people had appeared with guns.
You Song and others who were behind them rushed over to relieve Hou Er. Seeing that Song Huiyue was fine, Yinxiao stopped being distracted and concentrated on dealing with the gun in front of him. He jumped forward and grabbed the tip of the gun.
He turned around and pulled the person out seven or eight steps.
At this moment, a harsh sound came from the garden, the sound of the spear tip being dragged on the ground. A figure came out of the darkness, dragging a long spear, and walked up to the crowd.
As soon as this person appeared, the three people who appeared before all stopped and returned behind this person.
The four different faces, with strangely identical expressions under the light, were all dull and soulless, with their eyes becoming tombstones in their sockets. Their faces were all stretched longer than the soles of their shoes, and the corners of their mouths were uniformly turned downwards. They were expressionless people.
Looks like there is no soul.
It's like a puppet being held in someone's hand.
You Song and others also formed a heavily guarded circle with Song Huiyue as the center. Everyone held weapons tightly in their hands and looked at the four puppet-like people. They looked at each other in confusion, their throats rolled, and they could not express any opinions.
"They are dead soldiers," You Song whispered, "Be careful not to show mercy, and don't treat them as human beings."
Tie Zhenshan held her spear and took a breath of cold air - she had seen thousands of living people and dead people in boats, but this was the first time she saw the living dead.
The guns in their hands were also terrifyingly cold, and even the spear in her hand had lost its temperature.
Song Huiyue looked at the four dead soldiers, knowing that she only had this opportunity once, and she must not miss it. She asked You Song: "Is there any chance of winning two against one?"
You Song couldn't guarantee it, so he just said: "Try your best."
Song Huiyue said: "Yinxiao will help you, Du Lan, Hou Er, and Master Tie will follow me."
You Song nodded, his face still serious, he held the long knife tightly in his hand and gritted his teeth, knowing that he had reached a critical moment of life and death.
Dead soldiers cannot be judged as ordinary people.
They are not afraid of pain, nor are they afraid of death. For every effort, they have to unleash two percent of ferocity. In addition, they only know how to advance but not retreat. Even a simple move will become very scary in the hands of a dead soldier.
Anyone who could be a death warrior had very good qualifications, even far superior to ordinary people - those with poor qualifications all died.
In addition, the spear is the ancestor of all weapons, and the kung fu on the sword also depends on the spear's response. Even if they are two against one, it will be very difficult for them.
He did not act rashly, but led Yin Xiao and others to stand a step forward, blocking Song Huiyue and the others who were heading towards the glass house.
Standing outside the glass house, Song Huiyue said only one word: "Smash it."
Without saying a word, Du Lan picked up a pot of orchids on the stone pier and threw it towards the glass house.
With a loud "crash", this prestigious glass house collapsed, and large pieces of glass turned into fragments and fell to the ground, still colorful.
Suddenly, the dead men moved.
After this loud noise was heard from the Zhang family, it was swallowed up by the sound of singing and dancing and became extremely weak. The drumbeat of Hu Xuanwu became more and more urgent. The girl turned her waist to the ground and beat the string drum around her waist.
Just like snowflakes swaying wildly in the wind, when you stand up and stand, in a moment, they have already turned thousands of times.