The burning match fell on the costume, and the flame licked the fuel-soaked lapels. The next second, he exploded into a rolling fireball!
The scorching air wave pounced like a giant python, and the smell of burnt wood chips mixed with blood hit her face. Fu Hanzhou's body pressed down heavily, and the blood oozing from the wound in her abdomen flowed down her neck.
He tightened his bloodstained arms around her, as if using his last bit of strength to protect her. A smile formed at the corner of his bleeding mouth, his breath weak, but each word he spoke was firm:
"Don't be afraid... I'm here..."
After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes.
"Fu Hanzhou!"
Qin Ying seemed to be unable to hear the noise around her at this moment, and Fu Hanzhou's last smile kept circling in her mind.
"Fu Hanzhou! Wake up!"
Flames, carried by the gasoline, instantly engulfed the entire venue. Lin Zhao's frantic figure was distorted into a black silhouette in the flames. He raised his hands high, and his operatic roar pierced the thick smoke:
"Peace! I have snuffed out your light! Look, he is just as miserable in the fire as I imagined!"
The flames greedily licked the makeshift stage, and the crowd fled in all directions, crying.
Qin Ying screamed, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Lin Zhao pounce towards her like a burning butterfly.
"Why should you be happy? We are the ones who have been abandoned! Only when you die can Ping An be free..."
Gunshots were heard in the distance, and his rushing movement suddenly stopped. His burning body slowly collapsed. Amidst the burning smell, his intermittent opera voice lingered:
"My strength is as great as the mountains and my spirit is as powerful as the world... The time is not right and my horse will not move..."
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