With Acha around, they didn't need to fear those filthy demons, so the mountain path was the best option.
Ning Zhaozhao suddenly stopped in her tracks.
"What's wrong?"
But then she suddenly turned around, lifted the veil on her head, and stared blankly in the direction of the town where they had lived before.
"Fire!"
"What's on fire?"
"Brother, look, our house, our house is on fire."
Ning Zhaozhao looked anxious and quickly ran back. That was their home; how could their home be burned down?
“Acha—”
Ning Hong then followed after them.
Looking down from above, it was indeed the small courtyard where they lived that was on fire.
But how could that be?
Could it be that someone is planning to attack this town?
The French monk's words flashed through my mind in an instant: 'Be careful of Qinghe Manor.'
Is it Qinghe Mountain Villa?
Were those people controlled by demonic energy?
With this in mind, Ning Hong quickened her pace.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
His speed is ultimately inferior to Acha's.
When he arrived in the town, the entire town was engulfed in flames, but Acha had vanished without a trace.
How could that be?
This town was so prosperous during the day, how did it become like this now?
"They're all dead, they're all dead."
The old woman I'd seen during the day suddenly burst into the sea of fire, laughing wildly.
"aunt."
Ning Hong couldn't be stopped even by pulling her back.
How did it turn out like this?
How could it have turned out like this in just over an hour?
“Acha—”
He shouted as he walked toward his yard.
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