Panguan

Mr. Li hadn't thought about this issue for a long time, so much so that when Wen Shi said this clearly, he subconsciously shrank back.

It was a gesture of fear and repulsion.

But after a long time, he still clenched his hands and nodded.

Yes, he almost forgot that he was going to the police station to report the crime and then go home.

He is not a very courageous person, and even if he finds out something, he will not say it to his face. He had thought very carefully at the beginning, taking advantage of the silence of the night to pick up his precious copper box and a letter to the police station, and walked out of the backyard without disturbing anyone.

The wall in the backyard is not high. If you put a stone on top of the well and jump out on tiptoe, his height will not be a problem.

Afraid that others would worry and overthink things, he also left a note on the coffee table, saying that he had something urgent at home and would be home temporarily.

He hugged his most important thing and touched the wall of the backyard. Unexpectedly, someone was already waiting for him there.

The moment he was wrapped around his neck by a hemp rope and fell into the well, he heard the clock in the Shen family's living room ringing like a bell at the end of Huangquan Road.

At that moment, many thoughts ran through his mind.

He thought that he shouldn't have set the clock back. The housekeeper would wake up for a while every night when he heard the bell and get up to drink a glass of water. If the time had not been adjusted, the housekeeper would have woken up earlier and would have discovered the movements in the backyard, which might have saved his life.

He also thought that Yarong and Nannan would cry if they would never receive letters from him again.

He also thought, how wonderful it would be if this was all a dream.

This must be a dream.

…

So every long night after that day, after everyone fell asleep, Mr. Li would sit up on the bed in that bedroom. He would write a note to the butler on the bed, and then go to the closet to look for his copper mailbox when no one was awake.

That is his belongings, as long as he takes it with him, he can leave here. But he searched every night but couldn't find it.

……until today.

He hugged the letter box tightly and wrote again with a wooden branch: Can I go home now?

The moment the last word fell, the Shen family's small building trembled even more.

Xia Qiao remembered what Xie Wen had just said and counted silently in his mind: Two balls fell.

The cage owner must have really started to get anxious, because the entire Shen family mansion suddenly turned golden red, the walls reflected the flickering firelight, and the shadows of several people trembled in the firelight.

Then there were crackling sounds one after another, like firewood burning in the furnace.

Then, the scalding wind blew from the depths of the corridor, and the heat distorted every straight line in the room.

They seemed to be in a strange sea of ​​fire - everything was there but no fire.

At the same time as this thought flashed through his mind, Wen Shi suddenly raised his head and looked towards the end of the corridor.

"Close the door!!!" Someone shouted from a distance.

The voice was not loud, but it traveled very far and penetrated the eardrums.

Before the final sound of the word "door" could be heard, a group of figures came around the corner and ran towards them!

Chaotic footsteps echoed throughout the corridor, making him look nervous and anxious.

The leader was Dadong. He gestured wildly as he ran and roared: "Fire! Fire is coming!"

The group of people who were sleeping in the room somehow woke up. Although they were not many in number, they ran out with a mighty momentum.

Xia Qiao was at a loss and shouted at them: "What's going on?"

"I'm dreaming!" Sun Siqi quickly overtook Dadong and rushed here. He rushed so fast that Xia Qiao took several steps back and was knocked against the wall.

"What kind of mother-in-law am I!" Sun Siqi struggled up from the wall, "I was going to go to that small room to refuel the ever-burning lamp, but that room burned down!"

Xia Qiao was confused: "Then what?"

Sun Siqi slapped his thigh: "Then it really burned. The whole building burned!"

"Who burned it?" Wen Shi asked.

"Ajun!" Sun Siqi was stunned for a moment after saying this. He might have wanted to change it, but it was too late.

The tremors in the whole building doubled again, and the windows upstairs and downstairs were rattling crazily.

In this state, Sun Siqi seemed to have communicated with the person in the cage in a dream, and accidentally dreamed about the experience of the Shen family's mother-in-law cooking. Normally, he would sleep until he was released from the cage, but he actually woke up.

"How did you wake up?" Wen Shi asked.

Sun Siqi covered his face and turned to point at the person behind him: "Old Mao slapped me several times!"

When I heard about it, I looked up and saw that Lao Mao was running behind everyone. When he turned the corner and rushed this way, a long dragon-like flame rolled straight over with a "boom".

The fire instantly engulfed the few people left behind.

Sun Siqi and Xia Qiao gasped, and the blood all over their bodies ran cold.

At that moment, Xie Wen's fingers hanging by his side moved out of thin air. Just listen to a clear and long roar coming from the fire, like a long wind flowing straight down the ridge and through the hundreds of miles of pine forest.

A huge pair of wings, all gilded, swept across the sea of ​​fire, and the wall of wind it raised was so powerful that no one could break it!

The fire soaring into the sky hit the wind wall and suddenly spread out like a large fire lotus, but not even a single drop of it splashed on anyone.

Dadong, Zhou Xu and Lao Mao ran out of the fire, intact under the care of the wings.

They looked back in panic under the firelight and saw

All that arrived was the shadow of the golden wings.