Shuang Daqin Comparison, No Comparison, No Harm

The more he stopped, the more tricky he became.

Zhao Ze insisted: "Give it to me quickly, or I will kill you now."

The officers and soldiers on the side had already put the knife on the neck of the restaurant owner.

I felt a chill on my neck, followed by a tingling pain.

The owner of the restaurant stretched out his hand to touch his neck and saw blood on his hand.

The incision directly cut through the skin on the neck, and the blood vessel inside was just a hair away. The owner of the restaurant was so frightened that his legs went limp.

Zhao Ze looked at him at this moment: "Do you want to die now? Or do you want to take me to see it?"

If you don’t look at it now, you have to die, and if you look at it, you have to die.

The owner of the restaurant was on the verge of collapse, but he could only tremble and say: "I'll take you there.

The owner of the restaurant brought a few people to the backyard.

As soon as he walked to the backyard, he was greeted by a warm wind of fire.

The surrounding temperature is obviously higher than other places, and just standing in the yard can feel a scorching heat.

707 Although it is mid-August now, the entire city of Xianyang is cool at night.

Standing here, I felt a sweltering heat.

Zhao Ze observed the terrain, and the two surrounding hills did not directly block the wind.

The area where he was standing could still feel a little cool breeze blowing.

Zhao Ze stopped, then squatted down, and touched the ground.

As expected, the ground was scalding hot.

And scalding hot to the touch.

This temperature is almost the temperature of the sun for a few hours at noon, but now it is night.

He looked at the restaurant owner behind him: "It's so hot here? Did you burn a kiln nearby?"

Upon hearing this, the owner of the restaurant panicked in fright, and quickly said, "No, why did the official say such a thing?"

"Then explain why the ground is so hot. Could it be that your underground warehouse caught fire?"

His questioning left the owner of the wine (cfbb) building speechless, he could only keep his head down and remain silent.

Seeing that the restaurant owner stopped talking, Zhao Ze scolded: "Where is the exit of the underground warehouse? Tell me quickly!"

It seemed that he had expected that he would die sooner or later, so the restaurant owner simply kept silent.

Seeing that he refused to speak, a soldier with a knife grabbed his hand, raised the knife and chopped off one of his fingers.

Hearing a howl like a pig being slaughtered, the owner of the restaurant covered his bloody hands.

He rolled on the spot, his facial features twisted together ferociously, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his face was pale.

Zhao Ze stepped forward this time and stepped directly on his injured hand.

The boots under his feet were directly crushed on the wound, and the flesh and blood burst.

The red blood directly stained the entire sand surface.

The owner of the restaurant screamed again, his voice was unbelievable.

His whole body twitched and convulsed in pain, and even rolled his eyes.

Hearing the movement, the guests in the restaurant couldn't help being curious. They poked their heads out to look, but were pulled back directly by the officers and soldiers at the side.

Zhao Ze looked down at the painful restaurant owner, and asked without changing his face: "Let me ask again, where is the exit of the underground warehouse? If you don't tell me, I don't mind breaking another finger of yours."

He said that he used more force under his feet, crushing on the wound, which was almost more crushing than the torture in the dungeon.

The owner of the restaurant felt that he was in hell at the moment, and the pain almost made him faint.

Zhao Ze seemed to be torturing him, seeing that he was in a trance and was about to faint, so he relaxed his strength again, allowing him to breathe a bit.

With just this breath, the owner of the restaurant regained his sobriety.

At this moment, he had no strength to resist and could only pant and say, "It's right next to the manhole cover on the right.

Hearing the satisfactory answer, Zhao Ze asked Qin Bing at the side to watch it.

Sure enough, a covered wooden cover was found under the sand.

There was a lock on the wooden cover, and the soldiers came to report.

This time, the restaurant owner didn't wait for Zhao Ze to speak, so he took out the key from his pocket with his still intact right hand and handed it to Zhao Ze.

Zhao Ze naturally knew what it was.

He handed things over to the soldiers, and after a while, the entrance to the underground warehouse was opened.

Avoiding the stumbling block from the restaurant owner, Zhao Ze left the restaurant owner on top.

He went down with the people below.

As soon as the underground warehouse was opened, a scorching heat rushed over.

It was more intense than the heat they felt in the yard, as if they were in a sea of ​​fire.

They stepped down the wooden ladder at the intersection.

The layout of the entire underground warehouse is partitioned.

From the wooden ladder, you can only see the earth wall and a door below, but you can't see what's inside.

After they got down the wooden ladder, they saw a vast underground cave dwelling through the wall.

A fire was burning in the cave, and Zhao saw a mountain of counterfeit money

Meanwhile, Zhao Ze found a blacksmith at work.

They were wearing single clothes, with dark skin, but they worked so hard that they didn't even notice Zhao Ze and a group of officers and soldiers who came in.

Li Xin was also shocked when he saw the last picture.

The scale of the entire underground cave is even larger than the restaurant upstairs.

The fire was raging, and the whole house was as hot as a cage roasted by fire, but these blacksmiths were able to work hard in such an environment.