Startled Meng

The sky was getting darker, and the thick smoke dyed the sinking sky into a crow color. The edge of the sky was gloomy, and the flickering flames were terrifying, as if they were going to swallow up a corner of Ye City. , screaming and hiding in the arms of the adults.

The fire showed no sign of slowing down, and many people stopped to watch, exclaiming from time to time.

Yu Fangzhi walked through the crowd, half of his tough face reflected the flames soaring into the sky, but his face was bloodless and solemn, and he already sensed something was wrong.

"Ah, it really deserves it! Dog officer, it would be best to burn to death!" Yu Fangzhi was very indignant when he heard the vendor buying sesame seed cakes.

But someone said again: "One piece was burned! More than one person died! They are all living lives!"

They're all...living human lives...

Yu Fang knew that he was breathless with the sad sound, and it seemed that he was crying for help, crying and screaming in his ears.

"It's Cheng Zhou Year..."

He said something suddenly, as if to comfort him, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and a bean-sized drop fell. The moment he landed, Yu Fangzhi started to run quickly, as if he was chasing something.

"Master!" Ruku appeared at Yu Fangzhi's side, his speed was so fast that he almost couldn't catch up, "The fire started from Yan Cijing's house, it was not controlled, and it has now spread to Fuqing Street."

"Where's the military inspection shop?" Yu Fangzhi went up to the roof in three steps, and everything was glowing red, and the northeast corner of Ye City was already engulfed in flames.

"The military patrol shop has arrived, but they all rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Yu Fangzhi sneered: "The fire started at the easternmost point, and all the military patrol shops went to the west end where the fire was weakest." Then he asked, "Where is Yan Cijing?"

"I don't know." Ruku thought that the fire was so big, Yan Cijing was still in the room, and he might have been burned to a skeleton long ago, so don't worry about it, but when he looked up, Yu Fangzhi's figure was only a little bit left .

When Yu Fangzhi arrived, there was already a circle of people outside Yan Cijing's house.

"Oh! The fire is so big, and the military patrol shop doesn't come, what can we do? It's useless if you kneel down!"

"Yeah, maybe Lord Yan ran out a long time ago, if he doesn't come out now, he must be gone."

"Hey hey - hold him!"

Yu Fangzhi saw a group of people blocking a man with a cap from rushing in, probably a servant from Yan Cijing's family, Yu Fangzhi ran over, grabbed him and asked, "Your lord didn't come out?"

The young boy cried out, shook his head, opened his mouth and couldn't speak, and said in annoyance: "Squeak!"

The old man next to him was afraid of the tall man who came running suddenly, but he still bravely explained: "He is dumb and can't speak..."

Suddenly a person rushed from behind the crowd, rushed into the house with a bucket in his arms, was restrained, the bucket fell to the side, and he shouted: "Let me in! My lord is still inside! Let me in!"

Yu Fangzhi grabbed his collar and said viciously, "Your master is still here, so you dare to run out alone?!"

The man regretted the past: "I went shopping with my brother, and when I came back, I saw the house was on fire, but they wouldn't let me go! They must say that the adults are gone! I don't believe it, let me go in—" he shouted and struggled.

Yu Fangzhi shook his hand, the man fell to the ground, stood up and rushed into the room, was pushed down by Yu Fangzhi, ordered someone to grab him, lifted the bucket, the remaining water wet his robe, tore off a corner to cover his face, and found him There was nowhere to stand on a high wall, and he jumped up.

I still didn't forget to turn around and shout: "What are you doing in a daze! Go find the people from the military patrol shop!"

"Oh oh oh!"

Yu Fang knew that just standing on the blackened high wall, he was already sweating from the heat of the fire. Flames were everywhere. There is really no way out.

Coincidentally, there is a front hall in the middle, and there is a small courtyard behind the front hall, which prevents the fire from spreading to the back room.

If Yan Cijing was still alive, he could only stay in the back room with the door closed, but it was not much better, the door of the back room had already started to catch fire.

Yu Fangzhi jumped into the small courtyard, kicked the door open with a "bang".

"Strict speech mirror!"

After Yan Cijing returned home, he went into the study in the back room, read the book for a while, and then fell asleep lying on the table.

In the dream, there was devastation after the fire. There were ruins and charred corpses everywhere. Yan Cijing broke out in a cold sweat. Outside the dream, sparks had already ignited the rice paper on his desk, burning his hands before hurting him. Awake.

There was hell in the dream and outside the dream, Yan Cijing screamed and fell heavily on the ground, the chair was shattered into several pieces, but he seemed to feel no pain, he sat there motionless, staring blankly at the flames at the gate The higher they jumped, the black smoke made the walls black.

"how come--"

The calmness that Yan Ci mirrored was burned to ashes, and in the astonished pupils, the karma of hell had turned into a human form, holding a knife and ax high up, and slashing at him head and face.

"No!" He was hiding, instinctively afraid, he shrank to the table in the corner, bumped into the pot of green bamboo and fell down, hurting his hand.

The crackling sound was crisp and loud, forcing him to escape from the nightmare of being burned by flames, but fell into a bloody nightmare again.

The splashed blood stained the window paper on the door red. His face and hands were all splattered with blood. He blocked his eyes with those bloody hands, and saw through his fingers that everyone was killed and lifeless bodies Falling on the tip of the knife.

All the begging, yelling and screaming disappeared under the long knife, the tip of the knife was soaked with blood, and finally pointed at him.

"Don't... save you, don't kill again..."

"Forgive us..."

"Don't kill, don't kill, let us go..."

He was alive, but he felt the powerlessness of having his throat cut by a machete. The fire raged and burned his body, and his skin was melted into a ball, black and smelly. In his dream, he had died thousands of times.

……

The moment Yu Fangzhi broke in, he almost didn't recognize Yan Cijing.

The official robe was dazzlingly red in the flames, and he huddled in the corner, shaking his head desperately. His sweaty face was as pale as paper, his lips were so pale that it was almost invisible, and his bun was messy, as if he had suffered a lot. frightened.

"What are you still doing in a daze! Come with me!"

Yu Fangzhi stomped out the sparks on his cuff, pulled him up, but he broke free with a wave of his hand, retreated back to the original place, looked at Yu Fangzhi blankly and scared, his pupils trembling.

There was no sense in those eyes, and it was easy to see the panic and injury. The eyes barely held tears, and he seemed to be begging for help, and he seemed to be begging for mercy.

Yu Fang knew that he had never seen such eyes.

"Go, follow me, you'll be fine when you go out." Yu Fangzhi no longer forcibly pulled him up, bent down in front of him, brushed his loose hair behind his ears, and found that his face was full of fine hair. Are you so afraid of this cold sweat?

"The fire will burn in soon."

The broken door was smashed with flames, which had already ignited the paintings hanging on the wall. The sound of crackling and crackling burned one after another, the burning sensation in the air was intensifying, and thick smoke was everywhere. They couldn't stay any longer.

"Come with me, okay?" Yu Fangzhi stretched out a hand and put it on his leg, feeling his body trembling slightly.

"Let's go?" As soon as Yan Cijing spoke, tears fell.

He didn't seem to recognize the person in front of him, and he couldn't quite understand what he was saying, but he could hear this sentence clearly. The flames in the nightmare almost instantly shrank, and the bloody knife tip was no longer pointed at him. .

"Strict speech mirror."

Someone was calling him, as if separated by a layer of water, but Yan Cijing found that the one submerged in the water seemed to be himself, the voice was very deep but revealed anxiety and worry, why would someone call him that?He wanted to see and he wanted to hear, so he approached the surface slowly.

With his scattered eyesight gradually focusing, Yan Cijing saw Yu Fangzhi's resolute face: "You..."

"Don't be dazed, let's go." Yu Fangzhi held his hand and brought him up from the ground. The hand was very cold, as if he had grasped the ice and snow in the palm of his hand. Yu Fangzhi squeezed it hard, Yan Cijing didn't resist, his body was crumbling.

"Ahem——" The thick smoke made Yan Cijing shed more tears.

Yu Fangzhi hesitated a lot, covered Yan Cijing's mouth and nose with the wet handkerchief, and immediately led him out.

The thick smoke was choking, Yu Fangzhi coughed uncontrollably, the scorching air burned his exposed skin, and the discomfort all over his body prevented him from noticing the almost burnt beam above his head.

"Crack!"

Yu Fangzhi didn't notice it, but Yan Cijing behind him watched it fall.

The entire beam was wrapped in flames, and it lost its original color. When it fell, Yan Cijing could even feel the increasingly unbearable heat. How can you stand it?

Without hesitation, Yan Cijing broke free from Yu Fangzhi's hand, and pushed him away with the last bit of strength left.

"Strict speech mirror!"

Yu Fang knew that he could stop his body from leaning forward, but when he turned around, Yan Cijing was already under the fire pillar, and the flame instantly ignited the clothes behind him.

Yan Cijing didn't feel too much burning pain, because he fell into a coma almost immediately.

Knowing that the beam was still burning, Yu Fang kicked it away, but faced with Yan Cijing who fell to the ground, he was helpless for a moment.

"Don't die!"

"I told you not to die."

Yu Fangzhi put Yan Cijing on his back, and rushed out before the burnt window fell down again.

Strict speech mirror!Don't die!

The author says:

Master Yan is a bit miserable...