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Volume Three: Smoke and Clouds in Weicheng Chapter 50: Chaos in the Wine Shop

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    Under the heavy night, at West Street in Dongcheng District, the sleeping Weicheng was awakened from the tranquility and peace under the moonlight by bursts of noisy shouts.

    In the center of the block, on the side of the street, the once noisy and prosperous small wine shop was slowly reduced to ashes little by little, surrounded by clusters of blazing firelight.

    In the streets and alleys, the sky-high flames dyed most of the sky in Dongcheng District red. Countless tongues of messy and wanton flames continued to spread in all directions under the influence of the wind. The fire once became uncontrollable.

    The sleeping people were awakened by the scorching heat like a furnace. Before they understood the situation, they had already joined the ranks of putting out the fire in the noisy crowd.

    The crowds of people were constantly moving, and the disgraced people kept going back and forth between the river and the fire scene. While they were busy putting out the fire, they did not forget to shout and complain indignantly.

    Buckets of cold river water were constantly splashed on the blazing tongues of fire amid the constant flow of people, making bursts of sharp and harsh sounds, and streams of white gas continued to rise due to high temperature evaporation.

    The small wine shop in the fire, due to the fierce fire, the wooden citrons of the roof beams, door posts, and wooden doors and windows were constantly broken and deformed during the burning, and then collapsed and fell.

    At the gate where the fire was relatively weak, the hostess of the small restaurant, Mrs. Yan, was lying quietly under the eaves. Since the fire had just started, Mrs. Yan, who was lying on her back under the eaves, except for the fact that her skin was a little charred,  The coarse linen clothes all over the body were kept intact, and no abnormalities could be seen.

    The powerful fire spit out blazing tongues of flames, strong firelight and thick smoke. Those who were closer to the smoke had their eyes burning and stinging, and it was difficult to even open them.

    Most people¡¯s eyes, due to the effect of thick smoke and strong light, did not notice the fatal but thin and almost invisible wound on Sister Yan¡¯s neck, and only thought that Sister Yan had choked and fell asleep under the thick smoke.

    Therefore, after putting out the fire, many enthusiastic people began to try their best to rescue her. However, the strange thing is that as soon as anyone gets close to Yan's body, they will be instantly killed by the invisible aura.

    As time went by, no one dared to take a step forward. Even those who had previously participated in putting out the fire began to want to retreat. Some people even abandoned the burden of carrying water and fled back home wailing.

    The crowd began to stir, and those people who died silently were lying in a mess beside Sister Yan. The strange appearance of their death left an indelible shadow in the hearts of these people.

    "The gods are angry and are punishing sinners. Whoever helps those who offend the gods will be punished by the gods as well." Someone in the crowd who had always been at odds with Yan's wife pretended to be a stickman and roared at the top of his voice, with that hoarse voice.  Although his voice was not loud, it deeply shook the hearts of everyone present.

    "These people who have not seen much of the world are accustomed to hearing about ghosts and gods. When they think of the few people who died without any explanation, they immediately become convinced.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out of nowhere, everyone knew about "The Story of the God's Anger". One by one, they either chose to leave silently, or they just stood aside and watched.

    The fire burned mercilessly, and the controlled fire broke out again. This time everyone chose to remain silent. No one wanted to offend the so-called "God", but just like those guys in front of the fire, they were confused.  Those who are confused will die.

    In the night sky, Sato, who had achieved invisibility through various factors, was ordered by Yihe to quietly lurk around the fire scene with two alert men.

    Outside the fire scene, the almost ridiculous behavior of the people made him laugh. He just cleverly followed Yihe's instructions and eliminated all those who tried to get close to Yan's wife. Unexpectedly, the group in front of him regarded him as a  God, this made him feel a little proud during the boring wait.

    "Give way, give way." The handsome captain and Ling Jingyun hurried to the fire-filled wine shop. In shock, they pushed aside the crowd and squeezed in.

    "Sister-in-law Yan, who the hell did this?" Approaching the fire scene, the handsome catcher immediately saw Sister-in-law Yan lying flat under the eaves with brown hair, and the anger in his heart suddenly rose.

    Looking angrily at the dissipated crowd around him, the handsome catcher gritted his teeth and roared: "Why the hell are you just standing there, why don't you hurry up and put out the fire and save people."

    The crowd was silent. After a while, a timid voice sounded faintly: "The gods are angry and cannot be saved. Even if they save us, we will suffer."

    "Bullshit, who the hell is talking nonsense? If you let me know, I have to tear his mouth out." The handsome catcher spat, cursed a few words, and tore his mouth open.The skirt of his clothes was soaked and tied around his mouth and nose, and he ran towards the fire alone.

    He did not force these people to put out the fire. The several corpses lying scattered around Mrs. Yan were enough to illustrate the root cause of their cowardice.

    Moreover, the clerk Xiao Li had already explained before that Mrs. Yan and the old man had been killed in the wine shop, so it would not matter if the wine shop was burned down. The reason why he wanted to rush in now was just to take away the bodies of Mrs. Yan and the old man as much as possible.  He came out to give Yan Xichen some spiritual support, who didn't know what the situation was. As a friend, there was only so much he could do.

    "I'll go with you." Without hesitation, Ling Jingyun followed the handsome policeman's approach, tied his wet clothes around his mouth and nose, and ran in after him.

    Before the handsome catcher could get close to Sister-in-law Yan under the eaves, waves of scorching heat hit her face, causing a burst of burning pain. The handsome catcher's footsteps could not help but stagnate slightly.

    Under the eaves, the billowing smoke carried the fierce fire and spread rapidly to the surroundings. Sister-in-law Yan's body, which had been burned and blackened, gradually gave out a bit of a burnt smell.

    The burnt hair that was yellowed by the fire and the coarse linen clothes around him were gradually stained with sparks, and they were about to be burned in the fire.

    The handsome catcher did not dare to hesitate any longer. He endured the scorching pain caused by the scorching waves on his face and took a deep breath. He used the silk clothes on his body as a fire-extinguishing tool and kept beating the sparks on Sister Yan's body.

    "Wow." Ling Jingyun came next and put a whole bucket of cold water under the hood with Shuai Baotou without knowing what was going on. Only then did he stop the fire before it burned beyond recognition.

    Being poured by the cold river water, Shuai Baotou felt a chill in his heart, and the burning sensation on his face was immediately relieved a lot. Before he had time to enjoy it, he quickly opened up the ruins and grabbed Yan's sister-in-law who was still smoking.  He threw the body to Ling Jingyun: "Take Mrs. Yan's body out. I'll go in and see if I can find the old man."

    "The fire was so big. If the old man had been inside, he would have been burned out long ago." After receiving Sister Yan's body, Ling Jingyun worriedly persuaded Shuai to arrest the head.

    Before he could say anything, the figure of the handsome catcher was completely submerged in the fire-filled wine shop. In desperation, he had no choice but to follow the handsome catcher's instructions and turn around and exit the scene of the fire with the deceased Yan's wife.

    Ling Jingyun was full of confidence in his former boss. Although he looked so young and immature, his every word and every move made people's hearts swell.

    In the noisy neighborhood, Sato, who was hiding in the depths of the night, slowly emerged with his burly figure. He smiled evilly and touched Ling Jingyun bit by bit, who was holding Sister Yan.

    He likes darkness, or it can be said that he likes to hunt in the dark, watching the enemy approach his ambush bit by bit, and then end the entire hunt at an unexpected time.

    All the processes involved, for him, a hunter of the night, this is undoubtedly the greatest pleasure in life and the source of all enjoyment.

    "Breathe, breathe." Carrying Sister Yan's lifeless body on his back, Ling Jingyun only felt that his steps were getting heavier and heavier, and every step he took was as difficult as being filled with molten iron.

    His breathing also began to become slow and disorderly. An invisible crisis and murderous aura invaded his nerves like a tide, and sweat poured down like rain.

    At this moment, Ling Jingyun's nerves were extremely tense, and he was constantly sensing abnormalities around him. However, the perception that he was usually proud of had completely lost its effectiveness at this moment.

    Invisible panic slowly took over Ling Jingyun's heart. He glanced around hurriedly, constantly cheering himself up in his heart. However, in the place where Mrs. Yan was sitting, the corpses that had died for unknown reasons made him ask for help.  Can't afford any courage.

    "Whoops." The cold blade broke through the layers of air barriers and made several inaudible buzzing sounds. Sato's figure appeared behind Ling Jingyun like a ghost.

    Ling Jingyun's body suddenly trembled, and those few inaudible sounds of breaking wind fell in his ears, like the sound of death in the darkness, constantly eroding his final will.

    Sato¡¯s sword was faster than Ling Jingyun expected. Before he could even hold the sword with him, the cold breath had already taken over his whole body bit by bit.

    When the cold blade struck Ling Jingyun's warm flesh and blood, heart-shocking fear continued to spread from the depths of his soul. His stiff body began to lose control, and he collapsed weakly on the ground.

    The turbid eyes also lost their luster little by little. The boundless darkness, accompanied by the violent rise and fall of the chest, made Ling Jingyun, who had only a little consciousness left, fall intoWaiting, waiting for the person in the darkness to playfully end his humble life.

    In the night, Sato's figure once again disappeared without a trace. Compared with ordinary hunting, he preferred to watch his opponent slowly wait for death in endless fear.

    During the long wait, the expression of fear shown by his opponent will make his almost abnormal heart feel unprecedented stimulation and pleasure.
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