Chapter 37: Chapter 21 The Inn Runs Water
Zhou Mu had always been highly sensitive to dangers. When he faintly slled the gunpowder amidst the violent fire, he instinctively reacted.
However, he hadn’t expected his instinct to be to grab that woman and run with her.
He even took the ti to consider the neighboring guest room, where her son and attendants were.
Gu Changsheng reacted to the danger with innate swiftness. As soon as they reached the next room, she heard the sound of running water and without a second thought, scooped up her son and gave firm and rapid orders, “Han Qiu, take Han Mo with you. Everyone, follow, and retreat quickly!”
There was no room for hesitation in the face of the heartless fire and water, she blurted out the military command.
Zhou Mu was taken aback by her familiar deanor, that sort of decisiveness and resolve that only cos with extensive battle experience…
Gu Changsheng hurriedly took two steps and then turned back to check on the situation. Everyone was closely following her, except for the evildoer who was still dazed. She instantly stepped back, grabbed him with one hand, and ran outside while sternly scolding, “Are you crazy? What are you doing spacing out at a ti like this?”
When danger was near, he had grabbed her first. Gu Changsheng always reciprocated respect and certainly wouldn’t abandon him.
Zhou Mu was dragged out, his stern face unreadable, just fixating on the hand that was gripping his arm.
The fire was fierce, the wooden staircase had caught fire, and the smoke was so thick that it made it hard to open one’s eyes. Gu Changsheng was shocked by the speed and intensity of the fire, and she bent down first, “Bend down as you move forward, try to adjust your breathing, reduce your breathing rate.”
In a fire, the most important thing is to inhale less smoke to prevent asphyxiation caused by lack of oxygen.
The familiar scene, the familiar sll of gunpowder and flas, the familiar choking sensation, all made Zhou Mu feel as though he was trapped in ice, his body stiff as iron, only able to stagger forward as Gu Changsheng dragged him along.
“Adjust your breathing, don’t gasp for air,” Gu Changsheng yelled as she kicked aside a counter blocking the way, looking back. The person behind her was behaving too abnormally, making her feel that he was afraid, yes, afraid. So fear confined spaces, so fear water, and naturally, so fear fire!
But now, on the brink of life and death, there was no ti for her to inquire into these fears. She had to survive; she had died unjustly enough in her previous life. This ti, even if it was a celestial or human disaster, it wouldn’t take her life!
People’s potential is infinitely stimulated when their lives are threatened.
Gu Changsheng, holding her son and dragging Zhou Mu, was the first to charge out of the inn, followed by Han Qiu and Han Mo, and then Dong Lei, who was dragged behind by Han Qiu.
The few of them were extrely disheveled, patting off the flas on their bodies.
Zhou Mu dully looked up at the inn, now enveloped in a blaze of light.
He had made it out alive! The sa scene, the sa vast fire, his closest kin had abandoned him, but this ti, as he looked down, that woman was still gripping his arm…
After counting the heads, Gu Changsheng looked up in terror, “Xiao Cui! Xiao Cui didn’t make it out!”
In such a situation, Han Qiu had instinctively grabbed Han Mo with one hand and the nearest person with the other…
“Bang…” The inn’s lintel fell, raising a cloud of dust and fire.
“Take care of him.” Gu Changsheng swiftly handed her son to Zhou Mu, turning to head back inside.
She had to save Xiao Cui, the pretty maid who had taken care of her and followed her, the first person she saw when her ghostly soul had arrived in this world.
“No, it’s too dangerous!” Zhou Mu stepped forward, grabbing her hand.
The fire was too fierce; entering now was undoubtedly a death wish.
Gu Changsheng steadied herself, turned her head sharply, her eyes cold and resolute as she t Zhou Mu’s gaze, “I have to save her!”
Zhou Mu stared at the earnest woman in front of him for a few seconds, quickly shoved Little at Bun back into her arms, and flashed towards the inn, disappearing into the fire in an instant.
The smoke blurred Gu Changsheng’s eyes. She took a few dumbfounded steps forward, murmuring, “You fear fire…”
Little at Bun, held tightly in her arms, squird uncomfortably as if sensing the danger, “Mother, Uncle Wood…”
“He’ll make it out!” Gu Changsheng cut off her son’s words with certainty. He was the invincible Great General War King, who had carved a bloody path out of such pursuits before, and this ti would be no different.
“Yes!” Little at Bun nodded firmly, sure that Uncle Wood and Aunt Cui would be alright.
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