Please draw your way of death

"It came very quickly." On the second floor, Meng Qishu turned around from the bookshelf, folded the things he found out from the bookshelf with a playful face, stuffed them into his pockets, and then looked up at the ugly duke at the door. lady.

Under her feet, the door that was originally tightly closed was violently demolished by some guy, and even the facade was tattered.

"Looking for death!" The Duchess threw herself forward, with both hands towards Meng Qishu's neck.

Meng Qishu, who had expected it for a long time, dodged quickly, squatted down to avoid the attack of the duchess, and at the same time let go of the door and shouted: "Ning Mian!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of earth-shaking explosions not far away. The Duchess turned her head suddenly, and she could sense that her master bedroom had been sacrificed in the bombing just now without looking.

"If you don't go back, I'm afraid you won't even have any scum." Meng Qishu took two steps back, distanced himself from the Duchess, and his lips curled up in a happy arc.

The Duchess turned her head slowly and stared at Meng Qishu viciously. Just when Meng Qishu thought she was about to leave, the Duchess suddenly flashed in her direction!

The smile on Meng Qishu's lips froze for a moment, his instinct was quicker than his thinking, he threw a card out of his pocket while rushing towards the window, and stuck it on the Duchess's head.

"It's a mistake. Tuning the tiger away from the mountain doesn't work!" Meng Qishu turned out the window, barely missed the hem of his clothes and the hand that the Duchess grabbed. lock up.

"I've already said this trick is useless, so you still have to try it." At the stairway, Ning Mian sat on the banister in a dazed manner, watching Meng Qishu get up, pat the dust and walk towards him.

"That's why plan B has value!" Meng Qishu patted Ning Mianzhong's chest, "Are you ready to escape?"

"3..."

"2..."

"1!"

As soon as the words fell, the two turned over and went downstairs at the same time. The next second, a black shadow rushed out of the Duke's son's room, and suddenly flashed to the place where the two were standing just now.

The Duchess' eyes turned red, and the originally elegant and gorgeous dress turned into a pitch-black mass in the explosion, sticking to her body in an extremely ugly manner.She glanced at the backs of the two people downstairs with a gloomy expression, and there was another flash.

"Hey, little assistant, this is your mother after all, do you want to persuade her to change her ways?" Seeing the figure getting closer behind her, Ning Mian finally teased.

"If this were my mother, I would have killed my relatives long ago!" Meng Qishu glanced at the inhuman thing behind him, and pushed Ning Mian for the last time, "Okay, I'll give you 5 minutes. I can't find any clues. What are you doing today?" Just share a room with He Yingbai tonight!"

"Received!" Ning Mian finally adjusted the route and turned into another direction at the entrance of the next corridor.

The Duchess stopped at the fork in the road, looked around gloomyly, and continued to chase Meng Qishu.

"I know that you bully the weak and fear the strong." Meng Qishu turned his head and glanced at the Duchess who was chasing after him, then turned and ran upstairs.

When Meng Qishu took the Duchess for a third round of walking around the castle, the Duchess suddenly disappeared behind him.He stopped, and after staring at the corridor behind him for three full seconds, he was finally sure that the Duchess was really gone.

Turning around, Meng Qishu, who was going to find Ning Mian for a final clue, had just taken two steps forward when his face suddenly became stiff.

A hand was stretched out from the side corridor, pinching Meng Qishu's neck vaguely.The Duchess stepped out of the shadows and forced Meng Qishu to the wall step by step. Her voice was soft, but the light in her eyes was terrifying: "Where do you want to go?"

Prediction error +2!

In the room of the Duke's son, Ning Mian finally put the things he had found into his pockets. Guessing that it was almost time, he got up and walked to the door, pulling out the card and asking, "Where is Meng Qishu now?"

The pattern on the card changed for a while, revealing a small map. After a while, a line of small characters appeared under the map—basement.

Ning Mianzhong: ...Why did you go to the basement again?

At this moment, Meng Qishu, who was pushed into the coffin by the Duchess for the second time, was powerless to resist. He lay comfortably in the coffin with his hands folded on his chest, listening to the clanging of nails above his head, thinking that Ning Mian would finally come to an end. How long will it take to find it.

Anyway, he was just nailed into a coffin, and he couldn't die for a while, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

The footsteps outside the coffin had already circled around the coffin. From the sound, it seemed that all four corners had been nailed to death.

Meng Qishu analyzed the current situation without any panic, and reasoned about the Duchess' next move.

What will the Duchess do next?Just leave like this, or draw a formation according to the original consciousness meaning to sacrifice and resurrect?

He only heard the sound of footsteps outside walking a few steps away, and after a few seconds, the sound of footsteps gradually came in again, and the Duchess seemed to return to the coffin with something.

Meng Qishu's intuition was not very good. The next second, something hit the coffin board, and with the sound of a hammer hitting the nail, the thin board was nailed through instantly!

Sawdust fell on Meng Qishu's chest along with the gap. He couldn't see what happened, so he could only touch it quickly before the Duchess hammered it down, wondering what was nailed in.

It was cold and rough to the touch, and when Meng Qishu realized what it was, he gritted his teeth and cursed secretly.

This is an iron nail the thickness of a finger!

Depend on!Prediction error +3!

Meng Qishu bent his knees against the coffin lid, trying to use his strength to kick it away, but the coffin lid, which had been nailed into it with four iron nails, was very firm. The Duchess smashed in with a hammer, and soon there was no more than a fist away from Meng Qishu.

Meng Qishu held the iron nail in both hands, and tried his best to make it smash in slower, slower!

It's a pity that he only took two blasting cards from Ning Mianzhong. If they were replaced with other useful function cards, they might still be useful!Explosive card, he can't die here with the Duchess!

Maybe the Duchess didn't get killed by the bombing, but she herself was killed first!

After all, the friction force of his hands was no match for the force of the Duchess's hammering in. The iron nails approached inch by inch. Even if Meng Qishu held his breath, he couldn't ignore the feeling of the iron nail tip against his chest.

He squinted his eyes slightly, turned his head to try his best to identify the outline of the iron nail in the darkness, his eyes were slightly wet because of too much resistance.

It's almost there... just one more blow... He won't even think about walking out of this broken coffin today!

There was a sound of breaking through the air, which seemed to be the sound of a hammer about to fall. The next second, the force on the nail suddenly loosened. Along with the scream of the Duchess fading away, a muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground reached Meng Qishu's ears. .

Almost instantly, Meng Qishu let go of the strength in his hands, and he was limp in the coffin, his fingers hooked feebly on the iron nails.

Rescuers came and were saved.

There seemed to be a fierce fight outside, but Meng Qishu couldn't listen to anything. He lay on his back at the bottom of the coffin, feeling dizzy like lack of oxygen.

After an unknown amount of time, the lid of the coffin was lifted, and Ning Mianzhong's voice seemed to come from a long distance: "Are you dead?"

"I can't die, my fate is great." Meng Qishu put his hands on his back and sat up, exhaling, "I almost played myself off."

That feeling of life hanging by a thread is really terrible!

"Are you crying?" With the faint light coming from the door, Ning Mian finally noticed that the corners of Meng Qishu's eyes were glinting. He hesitated for a moment, and his tone was involuntarily gentle, "...are you that scared?"

"Yes, where were you when I was scared to death?" Meng Qishu glared at him viciously, deliberately speaking ironically.

Afraid of you ghost!Why was he crying out of fear?

But to Ning Mianzhong, who felt ashamed in his heart, the words obviously didn't mean that much. He looked a little unnatural, coughed lightly, and said, "I thought that with your character, you wouldn't be able to play yourself to death. , I didn't worry too much about you."

Is it because he is not strong enough to co-author?

Meng Qishu chuckled, shook off Ning Mianzhong's hand and crawled outside: "Sorry, I let you down!"

"Ning Mianzhong, Meng Qishu, are you all right?" At this moment, a burst of fire came down the stairs, illuminating the space.

Meng Qishu turned his head and found that it was Mu Xiaoyun and the others.

"It's fine, I'm living well." Meng Qishu jumped down from the coffin, his expression didn't look like anything happened, but Ning Mianzhong's face was sullen and he didn't say a word.

"We heard the sound of fighting outside just now, so we came down to see what happened after the sound subsided." Mu Xiaoyun took a few steps forward holding the candle, and found that the scene was a mess.

"The battle is fierce." Qiu Shi knelt down and praised.

"Thanks to Ning Mianchu." Meng Qishu took two steps forward, "Do you still have candles?"

"No, we only found these few in the kitchen." Mu Xiaoyun shook her head.

"Why don't you take mine away, I can't help anyway." Mo Li, who was walking at the end, said, and handed the candle to Meng Qishu.

"No, you have self-defense." Meng Qishu raised his hand to refuse, took out the card from his pocket, and put it next to the flame, "Just lend me a fire."

With a "swish", the card was ignited, shining with a light not inferior to that of a candle.

Meng Qishu nodded in satisfaction: "It's finally useful."

Crowd: ...

card:? ? ! !

"Aren't you afraid that it will burn out?" Mo Li finally couldn't help asking.

"No, the dungeon card and the durable one can be restored even if they are torn apart. This kind of ignition is nothing to it." Meng Qishu said indifferently.

Card: ...Should I thank you?

"What you said seems to have been torn up by you." He Yingbai laughed, thinking that Meng Qishu was just talking, but seeing the seriousness of the other party's face, his tone couldn't help but weakened, "So...you didn't really torn it up. Bar?"

That's a dungeon card!For assignments!For survival!

Meng Qishu smiled at him, but said nothing.

"Come and see, there's blood here." At this time, Qiu Shi greeted everyone.

Everyone gathered around, and under the not-so-bright light of the fire, they saw that the lid of the coffin that had been pushed aside was nailed with a finger-thick iron nail from the outside to the inside, and the part nailed to the inside of the coffin was still stained with blood.

"There are also here!" Mu Xiaoyun held a candle and leaned against the edge of the coffin, and greeted in the same way.

Meng Qishu: ...Wait, why are these two positions so familiar?