Chapter 744: Chapter 324: Mirror Person and Master Wu Ya
Flas darted around East Market Street, the Demon Fire summoned by the Zoroastrian Fire Order couldn’t be doused with water nor covered with sand. The boundless fire transford into a colossal crimson snake, ravenously devouring the street’s houses and shops.
“A big fire has started; the heavens are blaming us! Run away quickly!”
“It’s over, it’s over; I spent eight or nine years to open this shop.”
Lao Ma from the Paper Molding Shop slapped his knees with both hands, jumping up and down in tears, shouting. Despite the extre intensity of the fire, he wanted to save his assets from the eerie flas, even if it ant moving just one more table or chair.
“Lao Ma, let’s go! We can’t stay on East Market Street anymore; this fire today will burn the street clean.”
Sister Cui, carrying Little Fuzi and Hua Zi with a pole, passed by the Paper Molding Shop, trying to pull Lao Ma away from the fire.
Sister Cui was usually a bit of a “money-grubber,” always hiding valuables at ho. After the food stall caught fire, she called out to Hua Zi and Fuzi, who were “telling stories and listening to stories,” gathered all the precious items, packed them in a basket, and started fleeing.
Sister Cui, who tried to douse the Demon Fire with water, knew clearly that this fire could not be saved. Before the fire spread, it would be better to escape quickly.
“Sister Cui, my shop is my life.”
Lao Ma struggled free from Sister Cui’s grasp and rushed into the sea of flas. As soon as he entered the house, the already burnt and precarious beam completely gave way, crashing down with a roar, scattering sparks everywhere.
Without the main beam, the rest of the house deford under the high temperature and collapsed within monts…
“Lao Ma.”
Sister Cui scread in agony.
East Market Street was a unique place; despite being a long street of considerable size, because most people were in the funeral business—a gloomy industry—the workforce remained relatively fixed, so there weren’t many new faces on the street,
The entire street was a community of old neighbors, with a decade-long relationship between families and shops.
Lao Ma’s family was close to Sister Cui’s. Watching Lao Ma trapped in flas, Sister Cui couldn’t stay put. She hurriedly set down her pole, ran over, and transford into a Four-tailed Fox, her snow-white body shouldering the collapsed building of Lao Ma.
To guard against the flickering flas on the walls, she invoked the “Earth Law,” and the tiles and bricks on the ground rose like a gentle breeze, forming armor of stone and tile on Sister Cui’s back.
“Lao Ma, co with . You can earn the money back later.”
Sister Cui, in fox form, shouted at Lao Ma.
But Lao Ma collapsed helplessly at the base of the wall; his legs and pelvis were already ablaze, the fire climbing swiftly. First, he cupped his fists toward the Four-tailed Fox to express his gratitude to Sister Cui, then weakly waved his hand: “Ah Cui, you should go…”
Sister Cui could only turn her head tearfully, turning away.
Sister Cui, already determined, didn’t revert to human form. She carried Little Fuzi and Mu Hua on her back, desperately sprinting towards the street’s exit.
Along the way, many thought the Fox Immortal had manifested, shouting, “Fox Immortal, take us away; the fire has co.”
“Fox Immortal, my son is trapped under a wall; please save him.”
Sister Cui indeed stopped. There were so families and shops she liked, having good relationships and frequent interactions in the past,
But more shops she didn’t like because they had bullied Mu Hua… Yet dislike was dislike—Sister Cui was extrely kind,
That day, she seed to genuinely beco the Fox Bodhisattva in everyone’s heart. Using her mighty Earth Law, she pried open many burning houses, forcibly dragging out children and the elderly trapped before they could escape.
Her back, broad as a small mountain, carried those scorched and unable to walk, turning her into the Doomsday Ark of escape within East Market Street.
Cries, screams, and smoke mingled in a chaotic blend,
Sister Cui, bearing a dozen injured people, a line of fleeing neighbors trailing her, quickly reached the Da Sixi Mahjong Hall.
Inside, it was already engulfed in roaring flas; countless people wailed in agony within. Yun Ziliang was in a daze, and Zhao Wuya repeatedly used the Dragon Seeking and Wind Riding Technique, trying to blow out the Demon Fire.
“Lao Yang, how could you just leave like this? Lao Xu, you motherfucker, you haven’t won enough of my money yet, you all cannot die.”
Ever since Yun Ziliang escaped from the painting, he frequented the Mahjong Hall the most, where every Mahjong enthusiast was his old friend across generations.
But now, all his old friends were being roasted like dogs by the heavenly Xianhuo, leaving him in a state of fiery impatience.
“Lao Yun, let’s go, let’s go…”
The Mahjong Hall had beco a cremation pit,
Sister Cui’s body was charred black and white. She wrapped Yun Ziliang and Zhao Wuya with her fox tail, continuing to race madly toward the street’s exit,
Only by running could they escape, but when they neared the exit, just a few hundred ters away, they all froze—
—the iron gates at the exit had turned scorching red, two tall buildings had collapsed straight down, sealing the exit of salvation completely.
“We’re all done for.”
The neighbors behind Sister Cui wept bitterly…
…
“Let this Xianhuo burn even more fiercely, lting all the sins under the heavens in this gigantic heavenly fire.”
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