The people in the front hall ran out in panic. Some people ran too fast. When they saw the situation at the door, they had no time to stop and avoid the sword. They actually ran into it head-on, and only heard a few short screams. Wailing, vigorous blood suddenly spurted out, and the blood light, which was about ten feet high, dyed the deep night scarlet.
Leng Linjiang's eyes suddenly turned red, and a few drops of blood splashed on his face. The blood was obviously hot, but it felt cold when it fell on his cheeks. He subconsciously covered his eyes.
It's so cruel, so cruel.
He shook his head, curled his lips, and walked quickly towards the place where the flames were blazing.
Before he even got close, waves of heat hit his face. The dark night was distorted by the heat waves. Leng Linjiang could almost smell the smell of his own hair being burned.
Groups of internal guards carried wooden buckets and ran past Leng Linjiang. The water in the buckets splashed on the ground, was burned by the heat, and dissipated in an instant.
Leng Linjiang took one step at a time and ran towards the blazing flames.
In the light of the sky, Han Changmu had a stern look on his face, and he was pacing back and forth anxiously. The bright firelight fell on him, making him look fierce.
Leng Linjiang watched from a distance and clicked his tongue. Before he could get closer, he heard Han Changmu yelling loudly. His voice was no longer as indifferent and calm as before, and his voice was slightly trembling with sad murderous intent, quite a bit. Unable to control himself and exhausted: "Have you found Yao Canjun? Where is Yao Canjun?"
Buckets of cold water were poured into the scorching flames. The fire was burning too brightly, and pouring water into the fire was really a drop in the bucket. Not only did it not make the fire smaller, it actually caused an even more deafening crackling sound.
The fire took advantage of the wind, and the tongues of flames swept across, burning everything around, and the heat wave forced people to take a few steps back.
The row of buildings where the fire broke out shook violently in the fire and wind, and where the flames were rolling, they were on the verge of collapse.
"Master Young Envoy, Yao Canjun is still inside and has not come out. Please stay away. This place looks like it is going to collapse."
This question and answer spread far and wide with the wind, and suddenly got into Leng Linjiang's ears.
Leng Linjiang suddenly stopped and was stunned for a long time before he staggered over and tugged at Han Changmu's sleeves, howling in grief: "Jiu Chao, Jiu Chao, Ah Yao, Ah Yao , save A Yao, we can’t ignore A Yao.”
The snot and the tears were all wiped on Han Changmu's sleeves.
After saying that, he let go, and without waiting for Han Changmu to speak, he rushed to the edge of the fire without hesitation. The heat wave burned his face and hurt. He only paused for a moment before continuing to rush towards the fire.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step forward, his body seemed to be imprisoned by something, and he was pinned to the distance, unable to move a step.
"What are you going to do?" Han Changmu's cold voice came from behind.
The hot breath came over in waves, and Leng Linjiang's whole body was clearly in pain. He had the illusion that he would be burned up in an instant, but his whole body felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, and his expression was dull. Distraught: "Let me go, let me go, save, I want to save Ah Yao, Ah Yao."
Before he finished speaking, he struggled like crazy, but his shoulders seemed to be tightly restrained by hard pliers, and he couldn't move at all.
"In such a big fire, are you going to save people, or are you going to
Going to seek death? "Han Changmu's voice was as calm as ever, without sadness or joy, revealing his indifference to life and death.
Listening to this icy voice, Leng Linjiang's heart sank to the bottom inch by inch. He turned his head, his usually gentle face was twisted and ferocious. He gritted his teeth and spat out each word viciously: "Ah Yao It can be considered that I have walked with you through life and death. You just watched her die like this. Come on, no wonder A Yao always said that you were cold-blooded and ruthless. I was wrong about you." He struggled hard: "You are afraid of death, but I am not. ,I go."
Han Changmu pursed his lips, his eyes flashed, and he looked into the depths of the fire.
Cold-blooded and ruthless, it turned out that in her heart, he was such a person. No wonder she always stayed away no matter what he did.
The firelight shone on Han Changmu's face, his expression was dark and unclear, and there were two clusters of cold and sinister light dancing in the depths of his usually indifferent eyes.
With a "bang", the hand holding Leng Linjiang's collar suddenly let go. He lost his center of gravity, and with the whistling wind, he fell to the ground, and his forehead hit the floor tiles heavily. He gasped in pain and felt his eyes go dark.
I'm going to kill someone! ! This is killing people and silencing them! !
Leng Linjiang covered his forehead, and the screams of killing pigs rang out in the middle of the night.
After he woke up in an instant, he saw Han Changmu bending over, wrapped in two thick quilts that were soaked in water. Dense water droplets hit the ground along the edges of the quilts, making a crackling sound.
The water-soaked quilt was extremely heavy, pressing down on Han Changmu's body, completely covering up his Qingjun figure.
Within a short time, his head and body were soaked through the wet cotton quilt. Water droplets fell down his temples, and deep and shallow water stains spread under his feet.
"Jiuchao, you, me." Leng Linjiang saw Han Changmu's appearance and realized that he had just said some heart-wrenching words without hesitation. He suddenly felt guilty and blurted out: "I and I You go together."
Han Changmu lifted the corner of the quilt that was covering his face, turned his head and glanced at Leng Linjiang through the gap. Without saying a word, he turned around and rushed into the sea of fire quickly.
"Hey, Jiuchao." Leng Linjiang lay on the ground, stretched out his hand, and chased Han Changmu in the direction he was going. The rest of his words were still lingering on his lips, and the figure of that man was already annihilated in the endless. In the sea of fire, he was so determined and fearless, without any hesitation.
His throat suddenly became choked and astringent, and sadness and shame were intertwined in his heart. He lay on the ground motionless, unable to speak for a long time.
At this moment, a loud rumbling sound suddenly sounded in the sea of fire. This loud sound shot straight into the sky, shaking the heaven and the earth, and everyone's eyes were attracted.
I saw that most of the row of houses where the fire broke out had collapsed. The broken tiles and dust were wrapped up in the fire, rising into the air hotly, and then fell to the ground with a crackle. Most of the houses were turned into ruins at a speed visible to the naked eye. .
Several internal guards who had no time to dodge were hit by rocks and rubble. They fell to the ground and could not get up for a long time.
The smashed barrel shattered on the ground, and water gurgled out and covered the ground.
The charred ruins were surrounded by blazing flames. Waves of billowing smoke as black as ink quickly dispersed, and the air was filled with a scorched smell.
Thick black smoke weaves in the air
It turned into mist, covering up the misty moonlight and dim stars.
The night is suddenly as dark as hell.
After the loud noise subsided, there was a suffocating silence.
On the ruins on the edge of the sea of fire, the fire has gradually extinguished, and only scattered sparks burst out from time to time, making a soft crackling sound in the dead night.
The ruins were silent for a moment, then suddenly started to move. A man crawled out of the ruins. He stood up and staggered a few steps, then quickly stabilized his body.
That man was Han Changmu who had just rushed into the sea of fire, was almost buried in the rubble, and was knocked down by the burned pillars.
He should not have been injured, but his whole body was covered with dirt and gravel, his bun was loose, and a few strands of long hair fell down, fluttering lonely in the night wind.
He looked at the half-collapsed ruins, but the fire was still burning. His body seemed to have been hit hard, and he was in excruciating pain from body to heart. He staggered back two steps and almost fell to the ground. He finally stabilized his body. , but the hosta on her bun fell to the ground.
With a crisp "clang" sound, the hosta broke into several pieces.
"Ah, ah," Leng Linjiang finally came to his senses and shouted while running towards the ruins. His voice was hoarse and his mind completely collapsed. He staggered a few steps and knelt down at the edge of the pitted ruins, his hands trembling. Scratching frantically in the rubble, he shouted in despair: "Ah Yao, Ah Yao."
The fire on the ground was so hot that Leng Linjiang's hands were blistered, but he felt cold pain all over his body, and his heart collapsed along with the collapsed house.
His hands dug into the hot ruins, and his fingertips were scratched by the rough gravel, and blood beads seeped into the soil.
He didn't feel much pain at all, but instead felt a little numb. From body to heart, his whole body seemed to be hollowed out, and he was confused and didn't know where he was.
He covered his heart with one hand, and suddenly, a drop of water hit the ground unexpectedly.
The house burned down and A Yao didn't come out. His A Yao didn't come out.
Han Changmu had already recovered from the great change, and shouted at the top of his lungs to the many internal guards: "Hurry, dig quickly, dig quickly."
Before he finished speaking, the well not far from Leng Linjiang made a rustling sound, like clothing rubbing against the well wall, and like countless rats about to rush out.
Leng Linjiang heard the faint sound and turned around to look, but saw nothing. Instead, the sound got louder from far to near.
He shivered and felt a gust of cold wind coming out of the well mouth and rushing towards the person.
In the distance was the sound of the guards frantically digging through the ruins, and nearby was a strange sound coming from the empty wellhead. The more I thought about it, the weirder it became, but Leng Linjiang couldn't help but look at it, unable to move his eyes away. Look.
Suddenly, a plain white hand came up to the edge of the well. The hand was so white that it was frightening. It was pressed hard against the edge of the well. It was set off by the dark bricks and soil. There was no trace of blood at all. If it weren't for the flesh and blood, it would be alive. When it was pulled out of the well, people would mistake it for a dead hand.
"Ah, ah~~~" Leng Linjiang screamed incomparably, the sound was sharp and sharp, long and long across the night sky, frightening the birds resting on the trees and sending them flying in all directions.
The sudden change made Han Changmu feel heartbroken. When he heard Leng Linjiang's long howl, he was frightened out of his wits. He rushed to Leng Linjiang's side and asked in a cold voice: "What's wrong?"
