The crimson flames engulfed the face as if they were drowning him in a sea of blood, leaving only a black shadow. In the next second, he walked out of the sea of fire, and with a wave of his hand, the flames in front of him seemed to be split in two by an invisible wave of qi, shattering into red sparks.

He climbed the stairs step by step, looking a little dazed. The flames in front of them seemed to dance, and in an instant they combined into two figures. It was still women and children, who looked so helpless in the raging fire.

The woman's lips were trembling and her hands were trembling, but she was still caressing the child's black hair, trying to maintain the calmness of her tone: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, everything will be fine, someone will come to our rescue." ”

"No one will save us." The face opened his mouth, and the empty mouth spat out this sentence indifferently. He lifted his leg and continued to walk up the stairs in front of him, his footsteps unusually clear in the crackling of burning and the rumble of explosions.

He climbed the stairs, the wooden wall next to him creaking like the last screams of a dying man. The walls were charred black, and from time to time debris of black charcoal peeled off from them and turned into flying ashes.

He turned his head to look at a room in which the flames changed into the figures of a woman and a child. Their bodies are all illusory, as if the old days have reappeared. In the complicated gaze of the face master, the woman was anxiously looking for a piece of cloth that could cover her mouth and nose.

Searching around, only a rag that was mottled like a charred wall barely worked. To whom? The answer to this question was so clear in the woman's mind that she soaked the cloth in the bucket next to her and covered the child's mouth.

The cold water of the frozen spring ran into the child's nose and choked him. He shook his head and sneezed. "Well, put this on your nose." The woman commanded anxiously, and she hastily soaked her sleeve and covered her mouth.

The child obediently covered his mouth and nose, and his voice was a little dull under the cloth, as if he had a bad cold. He said, "Mom, are we going to die?" The childish voice was not far away, drowned out by the crackling sound, and burned to ashes by the flames.

"No, you won't die, but ...... So what's the difference? The face man held a cigarette gun and said indifferently. The smoke from the cigarette gun blended with the smoke everywhere, blowing in the direction of the wind, blurring his eye sockets and reflecting his pupils deeply, as if leading to the abyss.

"No, we're not going to die." The woman's voice trembled, rippling like ripples, drowning out the child. She stroked the top of the child's head, and the love in her eyes seemed to wring out water, "Mother promises you, you won't die." ”

The child hummed and leaned in the direction of his mother, as if he could feel at ease as long as he stayed by his mother's side. "Now, with Mom, run quickly!" The woman grabbed the child's arm and rushed out of the room with him, and the bodies of the two pierced through the face as if he were just a phantom.

The noodle man clicked his cigarette twice, stood in place and was silent for a while, his pupils seemed to be deeper, like a night sky without stars. He looked ahead, suddenly bit down on the cigarette holder, and continued to stride forward.

The flames parted in front of him, standing on either side like a respectful servant. The face man stepped forward silently, and the thoughts in his heart were like a mess. In fact, even he was a little confused about what he wanted to see.

The ceiling in front of it finally couldn't withstand the smoke of the flames, and shattered with a snap, and the bricks and wooden blocks above it fell to the ground like fairy scattered flowers. The splash of billowing dust blurred his vision, and obstacles gathered in a heap, just in front of him.

But the face did not stop. He walked over to the obstacle, his shoes hitting the ground with a clattering sound. In the next second, his body gradually thinned and became darker and darker, like a paper figure that had been thinned.

He became a shadow as black as ink. In this state, he walked forward slowly, his body disappearing into the obstacle, and then passing through the other side, as if he was facing not an obstacle, but air.

After passing through the obstacles, his body puffed up like a balloon and returned to its original shape. The face let out a puff of pale smoke and glanced behind him. A large hole was broken in the ceiling, and the blue sky was clearly visible.

The golden glimmer sprinkled down, casting a golden glow on the gravel below, and the fire next to it was booming, and the orange-red fire and the glimmer fused together, reflecting in the pupils of the face master. "If ......," the face sighed.

He turned his head and saw the woman and the child without surprise. The woman pulled the child, the child covered her nose, and was running quickly, while the tongue of fire next to her was like a demon's fang, eroding everything around her.

"Here!" The woman ran eagerly in one direction, and suddenly she was startled, pulled the child and stepped back. The ceiling shattered, and the rubble and wood scattered down, forming the same obstacle as in front of the face. The sound of gravel falling to the ground was like a death knell, knocking on the woman's heart one by one.

"This road doesn't work, hurry, change the way!" The woman hurriedly pulled the child towards another exit. Flames burned around them, crackling like a talisman, reminding them that time was running out.

It seemed that the Lord of Heaven was watching over them, and the other path was unobstructed, and even the flames were no longer raging. The faint flames swayed in the wind, and the smoke gathered in a cloud and swirled in the air, as if to bid them off.

Seeing this scene, the woman's eyes couldn't help but show hope. Maybe...... They can all live, she can see her son grow as tall as the grass and trees, and go away like a ship sailing, maybe she can cook his son's favorite meal, maybe......

The noodle man next to him stopped, and his smoking slowed down. With a sad look in his eyes, he couldn't help but reach out and wave at them, making a driving motion: "Run...... Run! "There was no response. He lowered his hand and looked at the woman deeply, as if to engrave her face in his memory.

There was a scarlet flame reflected in his eyes, and the flame rose little by little, as if it was about to burrow into his body, corroding his flesh little by little, and then melting into the blood, burning in his veins, making a sarcastic sound.

He could hear what the voice was saying. "You can't save her...... You are an immortal cultivator in vain...... You can only watch her die...... I'm enjoying this moment of your desperation......"

With a snap, the wood next to him was broken by the noodle master, crumpled into crumbs in the palm of his hand, and floated in the air, burned into nothingness by the greedy tongue of fire.

The woman's figure was scattered into dust before his eyes, blown up by the wind, and vanished.