What kind of morning is it when it dawns? Gray and cold clouds, dim and lonely sky, cold and light ashes, cold and scorching cold wind, black and broken houses, hoarse and sad cries.

The people of the village came, the police came, then the doctors, the passers-by...... Miscellaneous and hurried steps, flustered and nervous expressions.

A dog burrowed into the ash-filled doorway of the black hole, and someone followed it, screaming in terror. Xiao Ying arrived, and she trembled with fright from this scream.

Behind her was a tree, and she leaned against it in astonishment, no, covering her mouth in fear. Xiao Mingyang's face was pale, his hands grabbed his arms, and his nails went deep into his flesh.

A person, no, is a what? Charcoal or ....... was lifted up. No, it's people.

He was scorched, his hair was burned, his skin was charred, his hands were exposed with bones, and his two charred legs were like two sticks.

He was long unconscious, more like a charred corpse. Who is he? Xiao Ying fought coldly, not daring to think or ask.

What is that? A golden Buddha,

The only thing on the body of the "charred corpse" that was not destroyed was the only relic that Xiao Jian's mother gave him before she died.

He wears it on his body all the time and never leaves his body...... Xiao Ying recognized this thing, and opened his mouth wide in fright to let out a series of ah-ah screams, Xiao Mingyang's eyes stiffened, and then he collapsed......

"Snow Fairy Tale" 26 Who was burned is hitting the hand, please wait a moment,

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