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The last day of the script came as scheduled, but the actors in the castle not only did not feel relieved, but even more worried.

"I stared at the ceiling and shivered with the quilt last night..." In the bathroom, the fat man rubbed his face with cold water and washed his bald head. The five words, the nun didn’t do anything last night, but I still can’t sleep well, do you think I have some kind of Stockholm syndrome.”

"Hmm." Yu Ran didn't sleep well last night, he nodded confusedly under the blessing of hypoglycemia, his head almost fell into the pool, Yan Shiche pulled him, and stuffed a candy in his mouth.

The warm fingertips touched his lips, and the sweet smell of grapes spread from his mouth to his head, dispelling the sluggishness when he woke up in the morning.The young man raised his head like a frightened quail, one eye was written cautiously, the other eye was written complicated, and he took two steps back slowly.

Yan Shiche paused with his fingertips, "What's wrong?"

Yu Ran shook his head, "It's okay."

After everyone washed and went downstairs, nun Mary was already seated at the dining table. When she heard the sound of them coming down the stairs, her head turned at an obtuse angle strangely, her empty eyes swept over everyone's faces one by one, and then she grinned. , "Please dine, guests."

The fat man watched her white teeth tremble, the flesh on her stomach trembled, and Pidianpidian quickly ran to the seat farthest from the nun and sat down.

Wu Luo sat next to him, the young man restrained himself a lot more than before, and stopped looking at Yu Ran, staring at the food in front of him without saying a word.

The nun rang the brass bell and began to pray. Yu Ran noticed that there were dark stains in her pale nails, faintly red, like dried blood.

She changed into a new nun's gown, and the musty smell produced by not drying in the sun was so strong that even saponins and spices could not suppress it.

Yu Ran knew that the nun had finished disposing of the glasses body yesterday, and today, the last day of the plot, they would be in danger of being wiped out by the group.

"Today is the last day of the trial." After the prayer, the nun opened her eyes and said, "Last night I found that a dirty little mouse entered the tower by accident—"

The gloomy eyes slowly swept across the only four people left, their gazes were like clammy poisonous snakes crawling up their bodies, making people shudder.

Yu Ran turned a deaf ear to her words, and slowly put a spoonful of purple cabbage into his mouth, frowned at the disgusting taste.

"Very good." The wrinkles on the nun's pale face were stretched like the gills of a dead fish, "Father God will give you the final judgment tonight, I hope you can pray honestly and sincerely..."

There was a hoarse laugh in her throat, and she said after a long time: "Pray that I can be lucky enough to live."

"Oh shit." After the nun wiped her mouth clean and went upstairs, the fat man let out his anger after a meal, "Isn't this the announcement of the werewolf slaughtering the village?"

"Yeah." Yu Ran nodded calmly, "Since we went downstairs just now, she hasn't been hiding her malice. If she doesn't act tonight, everyone will have trouble."

The fat man froze for a moment, heard the meaning of the words, and said in surprise: "Could it be that Burning God, you have thought of a way to break the game?"

Wu Luo also raised his head in an instant, staring at the young man across the table with heavy eyes.

Yu Ran nodded, "Yan Shiche and I will act tonight, as long as you two stay in the room and run out of the castle immediately when you hear the signal from us, remember don't hesitate, don't look back, or God can't save you .”

The fat man asked curiously, "What's the signal?"

"You'll know when the time comes."

The young man didn't disclose any more information. Wu Luo is a time bomb. He told him the way to escape in order to make him less troublesome, but Yu Ran was not that stupid to tell the whole plan.

After eating, Yu Ran and Yan Shiche went back to the room, never came out again, and reminded Zhu Jiancheng again not to sleep to death at night and not to eat indiscriminately.

The fat man patted his bald head, "Ran Shen, don't worry, I'm good at running for my life!"

Yu Ran nodded coldly and closed the door of the guest room.

As soon as he turned his head, Yan Shiche was standing behind him, and almost accidentally bumped into the other's nose.

The man moved back a little bit apologetically, "Boss, what are you going to do tonight?"

Yu Ran glanced at the candle held by the angel.

"Of course, blow up this place." The young man smiled slightly, "No matter how powerful the nun is, she won't be able to kill anyone after turning into a lump of meat."

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At eight o'clock in the evening, the night bell rang on time, hitting everyone's heart like a clapper for death.

After Yan Shiche made sure that there were no strange footsteps outside, the two sneaked out of the room and walked straight towards the tower.

In the silence of the night, a figure slowly emerged from the corner of the corridor on the second floor. The apple box props that could hide the figure had expired. Wu Luo raised his eyebrows ferociously as he looked at the direction in which the two were leaving.

His mind was so full of his own plans that he didn't notice that the beating heart in his chest was making his whole body hot, his eyes were red and bloodshot, like a ghost from hell.

This Yan Shiche had already skillfully picked the lock, and Yu Ran passed through the forest of corpses hanging upside down at the door, and walked directly to the deepest oil tank.

"Yan Shiche, pay attention outside the door." Yu Ran reminded, sticking his hand on the glass jar, he was scalded by the scalding heat.

The fire below was still sizzling, and the heat was transferred from the metal to the thick glass, boiling the entire glass jar into a boiling oil pan.

He frowned, and was looking for something to rest his hands on when Yan Shiche walked over, "Let me do it."

"Seal the metal cover on it tightly." Yu Ran said.

Yan Shiche used his sleeve to pad his fingers, tiptoed a little and touched the crown, and easily closed the lid.The temperature of the oil tank rose instantly, and the boiling bubbles gurgled more violently, howling in the sealed glass tank.

"What are you going to do next?" Yan Shiche turned around.

Yu Ran raised his chin, pointed to the pile of sacks containing five or six hundred catties of spice powder on the ground, took out a homemade cloth mask from his pocket and put it on his face, his voice seemed to be separated by a layer of fog, "sprinkle the powder all over This room, fully integrated with the air, the more uniform the better."

Yan Shiche's eyebrows twitched, combining these two actions, he could almost guess the other party's plan, "What are you going to do?"

"Can't you see that?" The young man's black eyes flashed with joy, "Create an explosion."

Cover the heated oil tank first, the pressure inside the tank increases with the rise of temperature, but the airtight tank cannot discharge gas and liquid. When the pressure reaches the critical value that the glass can withstand, the glass shatters and explodes, and the oil in the tank Oil spills can intensify the fire below.

At this time, once the diffuse and combustible plant fiber dust appears in the space, the heat generated by the mixed combustion will be intensified step by step through the floating combustible dust, and finally an explosive reaction can be formed—that is, a dust explosion. [1]

Dust explosions are easy to occur during industrial production. Once the safety measures are not in place, the destructiveness caused is huge. Not only the physical damage, but also a large amount of carbon monoxide gas is easily generated in the explosion, leading to poisoning.

So they can't stay here for long.

Yu Ran urged, "Hurry up."

Yan Shiche sighed, and put on a mask. Whoever made him a good and conscientious bodyguard could only be at the whim of his employer.

He acted quickly, spreading the plant powder of cinnamon, cinnamon bark, and calamus from head to tail. The darkness was foggy, and visibility was extremely low due to dust.

At this time, the fat in the glass jar boiled more intensely, and it was just about to move at the bottom of the lid.

"Let's go." Yu Ran pulled Yan Shiche's arm and quickly opened the door.

In the next second, the young man's heart froze, and he was facing a pair of empty and dark eyes behind the door.

How come up so early?The dry firewood under the glass jar has clearly not been burned out——

Surprised thoughts flashed across Yu Ran's mind in an instant, did he guess wrong?

"So it's you two little mice..." The nun's whole body was covered by the pitch-black robe, her dead white cheeks were extremely dry, her face was wrinkled and folded in a weird smile, and her densely slender sharp teeth gleamed Han Guang, "Cinnamon, calamus... Since you like my precious spices so much, let your meat be marinated in it piece by piece!!"

Yan Shiche grabbed Yu Ran, blocked the young man behind him, and quickly took out a pitch-black dagger.

In an instant, the body of the nun blocking the door deformed strangely. Her limbs elongated, and her whole body continued to grow bigger and taller. Her head became twice the size of an ordinary person, and a head could be bitten off with one mouth.

A bone-sawing machete was exposed from the black robe. The nun raised the machete high, and the blood stains and oily shine on it were not cleaned off, and she slashed at Yan Shiche directly.

The man pushed Yu Ran, and the solid dagger was stuck at the notch of the blade. He flipped upwards forcefully, kicking the nun's chest with half a ton of force.

The breastbone had visibly sunk into a notch, and the bones inside rattled and shattered, but the nun remained motionless.

Yan Shiche stepped back and flicked his wrist hissingly. This female ghost was like a bone made of iron, and she couldn't be killed at all.

Before the nun launched the next attack, Yan Shiche grabbed Yu Ran's hand and dragged him deep into the tower, "I can't beat it, run quickly."

While dodging the mummy hanging above the head, the man kept moving his feet, kicking over all the iron buckets that the nun used to catch the blood, hindering her speed of catching up.

There is only one exit in the front of the entire tower, and it is impossible to escape if it is blocked by the nuns.

Yu Ran covered the cloth mask to prevent the dust from choking in his throat, "How do you run? There is no way inside!"

"Turn over the window." Yan Shiche spit out two words briefly, and the two of them had already arrived in front of the glass jar.

The oil had boiled to its peak, and it kept hitting the metal cover above. If it couldn't escape, it would either be hacked to death by the nun, or it would be blown to death by this thing.

The man flew and kicked towards the window of the tower building. He kicked a hole in the metal window coffin, but it was impossible for two adults to pass through. Yan Shiche firmly held the window nailed to the brick. The lattice railing, the knuckles turned white with force, pulled back, and the metal lattice fell down with more than half of the window frame, and it was almost possible to take it all down.

Yu Ran frowned fiercely, "Are you crazy? There are more than 30 meters here!"

"I have observed that there is a short platform more than five meters below, jumping along the windows of each floor will not fall." Yan Shiche gritted his teeth and pulled open the window completely, "I'm carrying you, it's okay .”

At this time, the nun had passed through the shelves and was not far from them.

"Blow the whistle, Yu Ran." Yan Shiche had just grabbed Yu Ran's arm and turned around suddenly, when the nun flashed up and swung the machete in her hand at Yan Shiche's neck.

At this moment, the man is holding the young man with one hand, and the other hand is climbing on the window. There is no time to reach for the dagger at his waist.

Yu Ran's mind went blank for a moment, seeing this scene without even thinking about it, he rushed over and slammed the sharp blade on the young man's back.

The blade sank into his body, and cold blood splashed onto the corner of Yan Shiche's eyes, like a scarlet mole.

Ding.

He heard the sound of something falling to the ground.

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[1] For the principle of dust explosion, refer to the Encyclopedia entry. Others are random, please do not research.

The next chapter should be the plot you are most looking forward to (probably), hehe~

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Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Cijing; 4 bottles of No. 2;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!