Chapter 26: What a mess, Miss
Shen Shuwei was startled. What she smelled just now was the smell of kerosene.
In her previous life, there had never been a fire in Yunxiu Tower until her death. What was going on?
Without thinking too much, Chen Shuwei dragged Qingdai to the second floor.
Kerosene was poured on the Yunxiu Building, and the fire started from the first floor, which shows that the person behind the scenes had no intention of letting the people in the building leave through the door.
The burnt beams, with flames, knocked over the tables, chairs and benches. The dark green curtains wrapped around the pillars and beams caught fire, and billowing black smoke immediately filled the entire lobby.
The Yunxiu Tower, once filled with the chirping sounds of swallows and orioles, was suddenly filled with screams and cries, occasionally mixed with a few angry curses. The crowd ran away like a group of headless flies.
Shen Shuwei's eyes were stinging from the smoke and he couldn't stop crying.
"Indigo? Indigo!"
When he escaped to the stairs in the corner, Shen Shuwei found that only Yan'er was following him closely. Qingdai had been separated by the panicked crowd at some point.
The lobby on the first floor had turned into a sea of fire. Shen Shuwei watched with his own eyes as a human-shaped fireball let out a shrill howl and ran away. After only a few steps, it fell to the ground and turned into a pile of charcoal.
Shen Shuwei's face turned pale. If she was not mistaken, this person escaped back through the small door.
It seemed her estimation was correct; the fire was heaviest at the entrances and exits. They thought they had found their way to heaven, only to find themselves transported straight to a sea of fire and purgatory.
The fire started quickly, climbing up the stairs under Shen Shuwei's feet, and the scorching heat hit his back.
The scene in Shen Shuwei's eyes began to distort. She gritted her teeth and pulled Yan'er, whose legs were weak, over and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Go up and jump from the second floor."
The second floor of Yunxiu Tower is not very high. If you fall down, at most you will break your arms and legs, but you can save your life.
Yan'er was choked by the thick smoke and started coughing. Just as she was about to speak, she was suddenly pulled out by a strong force. Her feet were lifted into the air and she fell on the steps above in a dizzying manner.
A pillar fell down where she was originally standing, and the wooden stairs were broken into two pieces and separated in the middle.
Looking at the pillar that was as thick as an adult's waist, Yan'er was frightened and hurriedly turned back to look at Chen Shuwei who was still standing there, "Master!"
Amid the crackling sound of burning wood, Chen Shuwei half-knelt on the stairs, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his pale cheeks.
When Yan'er was pulled just now, her wrist seemed to be dislocated and it hurt a lot.
Seeing Yan'er trying to come back to pull him back despite the fire, Shen Shuwei gritted his teeth and raised his face, looking at her across the blazing flames, and quickly instructed in a hoarse voice, "Stop, don't come over! After you escape, go to the west of the city to find the Shen family. My name is Shen Shuwei."
Almost at the moment when Shen Shuwei finished speaking, fire suddenly burst out from the stairs below, completely separating the two of them.
Looking at the figure completely engulfed in flames, Yan'er wiped away her tears and stumbled up.
However, just as she was standing firmly on the second floor, an assassin broke out from a box and rushed towards her with a sharp blade.
Yan'er widened her eyes in horror and then closed them in despair.
Master Shen risked his life to save me, but he is still going to die here?
The expected pain did not come, but instead a muffled groan was heard in front of him.
Yan'er opened her eyes carefully, and saw that a handsome guard had appeared beside her. He was wearing a loose white martial robe and was wiping the blood off a scissor with his arm bent.
Seeing her looking at him, the guard tilted his head and grinned, revealing two pointed little fangs.
"Clean this place up and go find the prince."
Hearing the voice, Yan'er subconsciously turned her head and saw a man in a moon-white brocade robe and a veiled hat walking towards her from behind.
The man also noticed her, clearly through a layer of white gauze, but Yan'er felt for no reason as if she was being entangled by a poisonous snake.
She involuntarily took a half step back and bumped into the pillar behind her.
Fortunately, the handsome guard spoke up at the right time, complaining unhappily, "Sir, are you still going to save the Crown Prince? It would be better to let him die here."
It's all over now. It was them who did it.
Zhao Yun glanced at him sideways, and Chengfeng immediately made a gesture to shut up.
Okay, he stopped talking.
Watching the man in white robe walking towards the stairs leading to the first floor, Yan'er lost all her strength and slowly collapsed to the ground. She passed out in fear and shock.
Chengfeng squatted in front of Yan'er, lifted her face and said in astonishment, "After all, she is the one redeemed by Miss Chen, save her."
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"Cough, cough, cough!" Chen Shuwei lay on the ground at the broken staircase, raising her sleeves to cover her mouth and nose. The pungent smell of smoke made her tears flow.
Looking at the flames rising to the sky on all sides and unable to find a way out, Shen Shuwei smiled helplessly, trying to find joy in the midst of suffering.
At least she saved her second brother and the Shen family in this life. If Yan'er could escape successfully, her eldest brother would also be saved, and she would not have to live this life again.
It's Ayang, it's time to cry your eyes out.
And there was the sickly person she saved. If she died here, I'm afraid her second brother would kick her out before the seventh day.
Lying on the scorching stairs, Shen Shuwei's breathing gradually became rapid and the scene in front of him began to blur.
"You're in such a mess again, miss." A light sigh sounded from above her head.
Chen Shuwei struggled to raise his head, and vaguely saw a slightly distorted handsome face. The firelight reflected in his dark eyes, and he seemed to narrow his eyes.
Is she dying? She's actually starting to hallucinate. How could such a huge Huo Jingyin appear here?
Zhao Yun lowered his head and looked at Chen Shuwei. Her lips moved as if she wanted to speak. He bent down to listen to what she was going to say, but she tilted her head and fainted.
Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows.
You are so fragile, miss.
His cold fingertips touched the warm and beating neck, and feeling the pulse beating strongly under his fingertips, Zhao Yun narrowed his eyes, and after a moment he suddenly smiled, bent down and picked up the person.
He covered Shen Shuwei's face with a veil and walked up with her in his arms.
An assassin came towards him, the knife in his hand flashing straight at his face.
Zhao Yun raised his eyes and glanced at him, then moved his body to the side to avoid the oncoming knife, raised his hand to grab his neck, and curled the corners of his lips in the other's terrified gaze.
With a slight sound, the assassin's head drooped at a strange angle.
Zhao Yun let go of his hand and watched him knock over the railing and fall into the sea of fire on the first floor, where he was completely consumed by the flames. He raised his hand and wiped it on Shen Shuwei's sleeve.
Chengfeng also came at this time, with blood splattered on his face and a fighting spirit in his eyes.
Zhao Yun glanced at him and asked, "Where is he?"
Chengfeng blinked and spoke rapidly, like a crosstalk performer, "Sir, are you talking about the Crown Prince? I've already rescued him, and he's probably on his way back to the palace to file a complaint."
"That woman just now."
"Oh, that little girl. I was afraid of a fight, so I put her in a safe corner." Chengfeng replied.
"Waste." Zhao Yun sneered and walked out holding Shen Shuwei.
Chengfeng widened his eyes and looked at Zhao Yun, who was holding someone in one hand, with a sad expression.
Does the prince think that everyone is as perverted as him? He can hold someone in his arms and easily break the assassin's neck.
Cheng Feng muttered quietly in his heart.
As the master and servant were talking, they didn't notice a man slipping in, bending over, picking up Yan'er who was leaning in the corner, and carrying her away.
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