Wen Yan stood in the ruins of the fire scene and patted his chest.
It’s related to fire, and for now it seems it can control people’s consciousness; we just don’t know what thod it uses.
Even if the King Guilong has dropped a few tiers, he’s still a flood dragon after all; his strength isn’t weak in the slightest.
Otherwise, back then Cai Heizi wouldn’t have gone to so much trouble to send Wang Xueqi to ascension.
Letting Wang Xueqi ascend was all for that talisman that guaranteed a hundred percent chance of not drowning.
And that, the original goal and cause, was also because of the King Guilong.
Even the King Guilong didn’t see that the fire-type different race in the flas hadn’t died; in that case this guy really does have so skills—at least he’s very good at running away.
Wen Yan carefully walked a loop through the fire ruins and didn’t find anything else unusual. He walked out of the fire scene; the rest would be handled by the people from the Scorching Sun Departnt.
Even a half-baked guy like Wen Yan could see that the ignition point should be the spot where that corpse lay; the professionals would definitely see it too.
And he figured this probably wasn’t so accident—there’s an eighty percent chance that the one who got burned to death was the one who lit the fire.
Without more intel, Wen Yan boldly speculated that the one who started the fire probably didn’t co to commit arson of his own free will either.
This matter really wasn’t supposed to be his to ddle in. Since he’d co on his own, he naturally had to at least ask roughly what was going on.
He got an evidence bag from a Field Agent, put the special ashes in his hand into it, and then turned and headed for the West River bank.
Climbing up onto the embanknt, he saw on the other side of the levee several dozen people lying sprawled about in disarray, all of them soaked through.
Luckily it wasn’t that cold this season in Luoyue County; if this were the north, at least half of these people would be looking at a serious illness to start with.
He went to check them over; nothing major, at most they’d swallowed so water. Later they’d have to be hospitalized a few days for observation; it wasn’t any big problem.
He walked a bit farther along, detouring around these people, and beckoned toward the river. The King Guilong’s head quietly surfaced halfway out of the water.
"What’s the situation over here? What did you notice just now?"
"I was watching a TV drama when Yu Cao ca to notify that there was a fire here and a lot of people were strangely coming to jump into the river, so I rushed over.
The fire wasn’t burning normally; there was definitely sothing inside those flas.
That dog thing even tried to confuse with Illusion Techniques, turning into a fire person and nonstop scattering gold pages.
Those gold pages made people’s hearts itch, but I don’t feel anything for gold.
I crushed its head, and it still wouldn’t die; the flas would imdiately restore it.
I mobilized the river, directly drowned that fire person in the water. Once the fire went out, that guy disappeared as well.
I’ve already soaked that area with water once; I really didn’t find anything else.
I could only feel that it seed especially unwilling to accept this...
Mm, I think it was unwilling to have been stopped so quickly."
"Anything else you sensed, keep talking, say it boldly, it’s all important leads." Wen Yan urged him.
"It felt like he was that kind of old fossil that’s just revived and still thinks it’s the era when he was active.
Not low-key at all, and he treats human life like grass.
The era he was active in was probably so chaotic ti.
Otherwise, given you humans’ habits, there would definitely be records; it’s impossible there’d be nothing at all."
"Do you think you killed him?"
"Doesn’t feel like it. I only extinguished the fire. There’s no way that guy dies just because the flas are gone, right? I didn’t get the feeling of having taken a life just now."
"Sa as what I was thinking. That guy definitely isn’t dead. Be careful these days. A lawless type like that, if he’s still alive, might co back to take revenge on you."
Hearing this, the King Guilong curled his lip.
He lived in the West River, in the water. If so fire person wanted revenge on him, they were welco to co down into the water.
"Don’t get careless. He won’t dare co into the water, but he can lure you out of it. If anything happens, call first."
In his heart the King Guilong actually wasn’t very worried about his own safety. Judging from how things went this ti, he couldn’t kill the other party, but the other party couldn’t do anything to him either.
But since Wen Yan said so, he agreed. They hadn’t killed it this ti, so next ti they’d let Wen Yan co help again.
Seeing people from the Scorching Sun Departnt coming up onto the embanknt, the King Guilong quietly sank back into the water. As he left, he also helped draw the river water off the bodies of those people on the shore.
Listening to the sound of ambulances in the distance, Wen Yan helped too, hauling the dozens of people here over the embanknt and getting them into the ambulances.
Among this big group, quite a few still hadn’t passed out; even now they hadn’t snapped out of the illusion’s influence.
Their expressions were still vacant, with a bit of a foolish smile, as if they were trying to grasp sothing.
This sort of situation wasn’t Wen Yan’s area of expertise; he could only wait for other specialists to handle it.
Little Fire Seed, hiding in Wen Yan’s collar, tugged on his hair and pointed into the distance.
Following Little Fire Seed’s lead, Wen Yan left this area. When he ca to a crossroad, he saw a circle drawn on the ground, with burn marks from paper offerings inside it.
At this ti of year it wasn’t any festival that required offerings, and for a deceased family mber’s death anniversary, people generally wouldn’t burn paper outside.
Wen Yan took in the surrounding environnt. As far as he knew, on days when ancestors needed to be honored, or during tis like the Ghost Festival, if one couldn’t go to the ancestors’ graves, the custom of burning paper offerings at crossroads was a northern thing.
In the south, it was more common to use spirit tablets, portraits of the deceased, and so on. Even if people had to burn sothing outside the ho, it was usually done at the front door, not specifically at a crossroad.
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