prisoner in the door

Chapter 152 Chapter 152: "The Immortal Miss Qiao Er"

Mo Zhenzhen recognized him at the first sight. He looks five or six points similar to the second young master she had seen. He is a bit older but it doesn't hinder his own temperament. Popular man.

The other party saw her, and then a look of amazement flashed in his eyes, and he followed her subconsciously.

This Master Qiao seemed to have some interest in Mo Zhenzhen, as if he could be captured.

But Mo Zhenzhen just glanced at him, and then disappeared.

After Mo Zhenzhen fled half of Qiao's house, she finally triggered another small space.

She felt it the moment she entered the space, because it was winter in the small space this time, and it was fine with the cold wind, and there was snow half a palm thick here.

This time the courtyard is very desolate and rundown, and everywhere is white.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't wear much, and she shivered even when the cold wind blew.

Such an environment is not good for her, so she quickly checked around, inside and outside the house, in front of and behind the house, and even in the covered snowdrift layer, she used her feet to pull it apart and took a closer look.

Nothing at all.

There was no one in the yard, and there seemed to be nothing special around. The only thing that made people feel special was that there was a well in the yard, which had been covered with snow.

Trembling, Mo Zhenzhen found a shelter from the wind and tried to find a way. She couldn't stay here forever, she had to find a way to get out.

It's just that this winter is too cold, and Mo Zhenzhen's mind seems to be a little dull in the cold.

Is there something wrong with her thinking?
Mo Zhenzhen searched for the problem over and over again in her heart, but she couldn't detect any clues.

Just when she was so frozen that she had no time to think about other things, and was about to tear down the house to make a fire, suddenly her eyes blurred, and the small space was refreshed!

She returned to the state where she had just entered the courtyard, shivering again when the cold wind blew, but Mo Zhenzhen's heart moved, and she began to look at the dilapidated small courtyard again.

Refreshing the small space means that the "story" recorded in the small space is over, and the small space starts a new cycle.

So what exactly is recorded in this small space?Is it just snow and cold?
Mo Zhenzhen hugged herself, she felt wrong.

The coldness of this small space is abnormal.

The set of clothes that Mo Zhenzhen is wearing is not ordinary clothes but props. Regardless of the function of the clothes themselves, it is actually very 'thick'.

First, a complete set of Taoist robes, plus a cassock that looks like jewels.

To inlay so many jewels on the cassock, the fabric of the cassock must first be thick, and thinner fabrics cannot support the jewels.

So the combination of these two is actually very cold-resistant, and it does not sweat when worn in hot weather, which is its uniqueness.

But now, in such a small space, Mo Zhenzhen felt cold when the wind blew, as if she was wearing very light clothes, and the wind would blow through her.

It's not normal.

As if to confirm her guess, Mo Zhenzhen wrapped the thick cassock around her clasped hands.

Feeling the stinging coldness from the back of her hand like a steel knife, Mo Zhenzhen once again confirmed her guess.

This kind of cold is not normal.

Rubbing her hands together, Mo Zhenzhen started looking for wood to make a fire.

It's very simple to start a fire. In a small space, she doesn't need to think too much, she can just light the dilapidated house directly.

Most of the ancient houses were made of wood, and this one was no exception, and it burned very fast, and the flames spread quickly. The raging fire made Mo Zhenzhen feel a little bit of warmth.

The flames reflected in her eyes, which gave Mo Zhenzhen a new idea, but thinking about the other players who had never appeared, Mo Zhenzhen suppressed the idea of ​​arson again.

Look again, she must at least figure out where the players who entered the world with her have gone.

The raging fire quickly decayed from its peak, and after a while, the fire turned into embers, and the cold seemed to be getting more and more unbearable.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't look at the wreckage of the house that had disappeared, but walked to the well in the courtyard.

This well is very ordinary. It can be seen that it has been abandoned for a long time. There is snow in the well. I don't know if the well water is frozen or it is just a dry well.

Mo Zhenzhen suddenly remembered that nanny. The way this nanny died was to starve to death in a dry well.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't take this to heart at the time, because her perception told her that it was wrong.

A person will die after three days of dehydration, but he can live for a long time without food. That is to say, if a person is thrown into a dry well without food or drink, the person will most likely die of thirst first.

So this nanny died of starvation, she directly denied it in her heart.

But what if it was a snowy day and there was snow in the well?
Mo Zhenzhen also felt that this was impossible, because people who were thrown into dry wells in winter, not to mention dying of thirst and starvation, were most likely to be frozen to death first.

It's just that Mo Zhenzhen stared at the bottom of the well for a while, but decided to go down and have a look.

Mo Zhenzhen took out a coil of rope and tied it to the mouth of the well, then went down along the rope.

After going down into the well, the biting cold felt a little less, at least the wind couldn't blow in.

Mo Zhenzhen fell very fast, and she fell safely to the bottom of the well soon.

The feet sank as soon as they fell, not because the snow in the well was particularly thick, but because there was something else at the bottom of the well.

Mo Zhenzhen bent down and touched the bottom of the well, and found that the snow was dead leaves.

Dead leaves? ...

Mo Zhenzhen squatted down and dug down, almost half a meter deep, and Mo Zhenzhen touched a piece of fabric.

It was a thick cotton padded jacket, the fabric was good, and the cotton inside was also very fluffy. It looked like clothes worn by some decent people, but it was a bit dirty.

Mo Zhenzhen brushed away the dead leaves and snow along the clothes, and then met the nanny's gaze staring at her.

The nanny was already skinny, and as soon as her face was exposed, she rushed towards Mo Zhenzhen, but Mo Zhenzhen was already prepared, and stuck her neck to prevent her from moving, and her whole body was crushed by this skinny Mammy's body.

This nanny was thumping, but her thumping strength was not strong, Mo Zhenzhen kept pinching her neck and did not beg for mercy, she just stared straight at Mo Zhenzhen, as if she wanted to remember her firmly .

Mo Zhenzhen also stared at her, and after a while, Mo Zhenzhen suddenly leaned forward and approached her, because the nurse even stopped struggling because of Mo Zhenzhen's sudden approach.

Mo Zhenzhen didn't have any special habit of getting close to this nanny, she just wanted to see through this nanny's eyes and see who she really was in this nanny's eyes.

Mo Zhenzhen saw her current appearance in those wide-eyed eyes.

The eyes were gouged out and the hair was disheveled. Mo Zhenzhen had seen this face before, it was the appearance of the grape turned into a ghost.

And this nanny stared straight at her, struggled desperately without saying a word, and she had an answer.

This nanny was scared, her wide eyes were frightened, her silence and begging for mercy was because she was so frightened that she couldn't speak, and because she knew that begging for mercy was useless.

(End of this chapter)