Pseudo master, she just wants to live

Chapter 312 The Whistle
Fang Yao lay sideways on the ground, closed her eyes and felt the rumble of the ground.

Well, most of the caves she's been to seem to end in collapses.

It's just that I was able to escape early with everyone in the past, but this time...

"Master Fang! Master Fang—"

In the chaos, Fang Yao heard someone calling her, and the voice was still a little familiar.

She opened her eyes suddenly, wanting to get up to see who was coming, but the wound on her stomach was very serious, and a little effort would cause her to die from the pain again.

She opened her mouth, her voice was so hoarse that she couldn't hear it.

Suddenly, Fang Yao caught a glimpse of porcelain white under Fan Chen's palm.

"Master Fang? Fan Chen? Are you inside?"

"Is there anyone alive inside?"

"Second young master, someone has already answered, let's go, we can't stay here..."

Those people seemed to be at the entrance of the cave, and their voices sounded timid, and after a few trembling calls, the voice gradually became smaller, and finally there was no sound.

"call……"

Fang Yao exhausted all the strength in her body, and the whistle she blew was not loud, and was even overwhelmed by the rumbling sound from the ground.

Those people probably all left?
She was a little desperate, but she still refused to give up. She kept biting the bloody porcelain whistle and blowing it with difficulty.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

Suddenly, a hesitant voice sounded out of nowhere.

"Are you... are you alive?"

Fang Yao turned her head slowly. The second young master of the Duke's Mansion, covered in dust, was holding a long stick wrapped in starch, poking his head and looking at this side uncertainly.

She couldn't help thinking, if she was blowing the whistle, could she still be dead...

Just as he was about to say something to him, the second young master glanced to the side, slapped his thighs, and shouted, "Ouch! The surname is Fan! Come on, help me carry this guy out!"

"Come on, come on!"

After a while, another person appeared not far away, running here on tiptoe.

After running two steps, he paused again, pointed at Fang Yao and said tremblingly: "This, why is this person..."

"Don't worry about this person for now, you kid should move more neatly."

The second young master is already pulling Fan Chen's legs, "Hurry up, Master Fan is still alive, don't waste your time."

"Hey, okay, okay."

Fang Yao watched the two carry Fan Chen away, completely speechless.

"Hey, no, the person lying on the side just now seems to be a woman!"

"Second Young Master, you, you just found out..."

"..."

The next moment, there was only a "bang", and the sound of messy footsteps went and returned.

Fang Yao, who was lying on the ground, let go of the whistle and smiled with relief.

Probably, I have never seen a person like her who is covered in blood and has a hole in her stomach and can still laugh. The second young master who came back was almost crying.

The latter's eyes were red, and he choked up and said: "Master Fang, you, you must hold on..."

"..."

Soon, Fang Yao learned from the nagging Second Young Master that except for her and Fan Chen who were seriously injured in the cave, everyone else basically passed out.

The Second Young Master and the others were guarding the altar. When they heard the rumble, they were worried that they would be in danger, so they left two of them behind while the others came to investigate the situation.

They followed the marks left by Fang Yao all the way to the sinkhole. Although they were frightened by the corpses at the entrance of the cave, they still had the courage to come in and have a look.

Finding that the plague monsters in the cave were all dead, and seeing the companions who had passed out, they quietly moved many people out first.

Fang Yao and Fan Chen were both in the back, so they found out a bit late.

Afraid of hurting the wound on Fang Yao's stomach, the second young master did not dare to disturb her, took off his brocade robe, carried her up to wrap her up with his servants, and then drove out with both ends.

The rumbling sound became louder, Fang Yao poked her head out from the collar of the brocade robe with difficulty, and turned her head to look back.

"Master, everyone has gone out, don't worry about them."

The second young master, who was holding the hem of the brocade robe, couldn't help persuading.

Fang Yao didn't speak. Not long after the national teacher was burned by the golden flame, she vaguely heard the sound of diving.

At this time, the shore was empty, and she had no time to look into the water, and she didn't have time to ask for help to find the mask and booklet.

But... since the national teachers are all dead, that's fine.

Because she and Fan Chen were injured, one couldn't speak and the other fell into a coma. The second young master of the Duke's Mansion almost handled various matters along the way.

After all, he is the young master of a rich family. Although he is not qualified for any official position, he is still methodical when he really does things.

What's more, most of the comatose people in the sinkhole gradually woke up after moving out of the hole.

Everyone supported each other to leave the secret passage, and in the open cave outside, the underground river along the way was actually glowing faintly.

Everyone rushed towards the altar, and when they arrived, the pre-woven nets had already been put down there. Fang Yao and the wounded who were inconvenient to climb the rope ladder were pulled up one by one first.

As soon as Fang Yao reached the top, she was carried into the carriage. The familiar long wool blanket was very soft, which made the injuries all over her body less uncomfortable.

Immediately afterwards, Fan Chen was also sent in.

This guy was dressed in black, but anyone could guess the strong smell of blood, and he was also seriously injured.

One of the two poor bastards was lying on the left side, and the other was lying on the right side. At this moment, even the old antiques of the feudal society didn't care about the defense of the troubled men and women. They took off their clothes and helped them apply the medicine.

Fang Yao looks seriously injured, but her self-healing ability is very strong. Although her stomach hurts, the bleeding has stopped long ago, and the wound is slowly healing.

Fan Chen was miserable, he blocked over thirty hidden weapons for Fang Yao, each of which penetrated into the flesh.

This is not the most important thing, because he was roughly dragged on the ground, and those hidden weapons almost scraped wantonly in his flesh...

His entire back was bloody, and his clothes were almost connected to the rotting flesh.

The hand of the medicine dispenser who was found was shaking into a sieve, and he kept muttering: "Ah, I, I have a mother, I have a mother..."

Outside the carriage.

The people who came up first helped to pull the people below up, and everyone worked together, and they all came up in a short while.

Just as Ah Wu was about to put away the rope ladder, his face turned pale suddenly, he stood up and said, "Oh, Father Gouwa and the others seem to be still in that dark cave!"

"And the servant of the Ministry of Rites has not come back."

"Ah, but, but it's too late to go back..."

The bangs in the ground passed after a while, and everyone's faces were a little ugly.

"No, I have to go down and have a look!"

Li Dazhu put the long knife away from his waist and went down the hole again.

The second young master leaned over to look at the dark place, pursed his lips, and said suddenly: "I'll go down too."

The servant of the Duke's Mansion hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him: "Second Young Master, this can't be done, just in case..."

However, the second young master followed Li Dazhu and got off the rope ladder without even turning his head.

As soon as the two of them landed on the altar, they felt the ground vibrate faintly, and the rumble sounded one after another, endlessly.

"I can't go any further. I'll go ahead and blow the whistle to see if anyone responds."

Li Dazhu stood on the edge of the altar, blowing his whistle vigorously.

The sharp and loud whistle is very special in the low rumble.

He blew a dozen times in a row, and suddenly, another whistle came faintly from the direction of the secret passage!
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