Just when we finally reached an agreement...

To everyone's surprise, Grandma Zeng suddenly opened the unpainted aluminum tin bucket she had brought with a "clatter".

In an instant, a strong, pungent smell of gasoline surged towards me, hitting my nostrils.

This bizarre behavior instantly attracted everyone's attention.

Before anyone could react, Grandma Zeng's next move left everyone speechless.

She raised the oil drum high with both hands and poured it over her head without hesitation.

With a "whoosh," the transparent gasoline flowed down her hair, cheeks, and neck like a waterfall, soaking her entire body in the blink of an eye.

"My God!"

Someone in the crowd cried out in alarm.

Everyone retreated, their faces filled with fear and astonishment.

Uncle Liu's eyes widened in disbelief, his lips trembled, and his voice rose involuntarily: "Sister Zeng, what... what are you doing?"

Luo Tianhe was even more astonished, then a hint of anger flashed across his face, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you, you old woman! Don't try to scare me. Let me tell you, even if you set yourself on fire, it has nothing to do with us!"

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, looking as if he wanted to rush forward to stop him but was also hesitant.

The villagers who had been leisurely smoking were now terrified, their faces turning pale, and they hurriedly stubbed out their cigarettes.

He even stomped on the cigarette butt after throwing it on the ground, as if it would instantly ignite the surrounding air.

Grandma Zeng seemed not to hear anything. After pouring a whole can of gasoline on herself, she calmly took out a lighter from her pocket.

There was not a trace of panic in her eyes. She just looked at us calmly, her voice steady yet conveying an undeniable determination.

"Go upstairs and rescue people, or I'll set myself on fire."