Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

So she set her eyes on the bag of chili powder. She had put it in in the winter because she was worried that the chili powder would get damp and go bad. If she sprinkled the chili powder in her eyes, it could knock down a large area.

However, how to catch them off guard was a difficult problem. They were eating and drinking not far away. It was fine if she only did small things now, but if she did too much, she would definitely be discovered. When the time came, she would definitely not be able to draw her sword faster than them.

Lin Zhiqing waited outside for a while, but there was no movement at the entrance of the cave. Ming Zhiyan Yan’s people did not search this place, and he was afraid that something would happen to Jian Qingqing/ He randomly found a pile of withered grass and a few withered trees and placed them on the open ground, he threw a lighter in, and the flames rose. He kicked open the switch and went in.

The person on duty at the entrance saw the opening and asked loudly, “Who –”

Before he could finish his sentence, his neck was pierced by a sword. The next second, his head fell to the ground.

His companion saw this and hurriedly sent a message, but he could not be faster than Lin Zhiqing’s sword. Just as he put the whistle to his mouth, he died in the same manner as his companion.

After dealing with the two people at the door, Lin Zhiqing carefully walked down the stairs. Fortunately, there was no one on duty on the stairs. He smoothly walked all the way to the bottom and gradually heard the sound of drinking and bragging inside.

He stopped, thought for a moment, and knocked a few times on the wall with his sword.

Shen Ji, who was drinking, suddenly paused, and then continued drinking as if nothing had happened.

Those few knocks did not cause any ripples in the noisy dungeon.

After an hour of eating and drinking, the group finally finished their supper. Zhang Meng stood up and stretched his body. He said with a thick tongue, “After eating and drinking, it’s time to work.”

As he said that, he picked up the wine and took a mouthful of wine. Then, he sprayed it on his machete. The wine dripped down along the machete and fell to the ground.

He finished the remaining wine in one gulp and stumbled over.

Shen Ji also stood up and walked behind Zhang Meng. He said casually, “I’m going to pee.”

Jian Qingqing nervously grabbed a handful of chili powder and waited for him to sprinkle it.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, she jumped up and waved her hands. The chili powder was all sprinkled on Zhang Meng’s face.

“Ah!!” Zhang Meng had drunk too much alcohol, and he was relaxed. He did not expect the unconscious person to wake up. He was not on guard and was hit right in the face. At this moment, he was covering his eyes and kneeling on the ground, screaming in pain.

Shen Ji was alert, and he jumped away when he saw Jian Qingqing move, so he did not touch the chili powder at all.

Jian Qingqing did not care about him. Before the people who were drinking could react, she sprinted over and sprinkled the chili powder over and over like it was free.