The closer the village chief and Steve are to the village, the more they can see the brightly lit scene, these lights are not only in the village house, but also scattered in any corner of the village, feeling that there are some strangeness in the splendor at the same time, getting closer and closer, Steve and the two people in the village clearly felt a hot current, rising up, rolling towards them, Steve and the village chief slowed down and took a closer look at the village in front of them, the lights in the distance were not the lights of the village at all, but the fires that spread throughout the village, The whole village was in flames, with the shouts of the villagers, the fleeing villagers, the flames, the panic, the death and pain.

The chief of the village www.biquge.info almost fainted with a scream, and the fishermen rushed to the village and into the flames.

Steve couldn't help but feel a trace of sadness and sympathy in his heart, he also wanted to rush over, he also wanted to help the villagers, but he knew that he had no way to save all the villagers, he felt regretful, became depressed, sighed, like slumped to the ground, but, a second before he did this, he saw the village chief running madly to his village, frantically running to a house, taking out an iron bucket to scoop water, Steve's eyes were red, he knew that he was not from this village, but, The village chief once saved himself, and now, he must help him.

Steve suddenly felt that his strength seemed to have increased, he seemed to be able to knock down a stone, he seemed to be able to extinguish the fire with his own hands, Steve didn't care about his own safety, he rushed up, crazy in the fire with his own arm to extinguish the flames, crazy to do this, Steve has magical power, he can use his own hands to extinguish the flames, he can use his body to drive out the flames, he can rely on his own strength, to save a village!

Steve used his own strength to extinguish a lot of flames, and the village chief kept scooping water, and kept pouring water, pouring water into those places where there were flames, and for a while, relying on their strength, the flames in the village immediately decreased.

In fact, it was not entirely their strength, the flame had already burned most of what could be burned, and then it rained, and the flame was immediately extinguished under the joint action of heaven and man.

Steve was so tired that he just wanted to get down to bed and fall asleep, but the village was almost burned down, and there was nowhere for him to sleep.

However, he completely forgot one thing, why could he use his own hands to extinguish the flames?

He fell asleep without thinking about it clearly, and fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, Steve saw himself standing in the middle of the village, a group of people who looked like the village chief surrounded him, saying words of thanks and blessings to himself, Steve felt a feeling of sweetness and happiness, and the corners of his mouth outlined a smile.

Nothing was said all night.

The sun was shining on the ground, reflecting the marks of yesterday's rainy day, and Steve was lying in a small house, sleeping peacefully, the roof had not burned out, and outside, there were people taller than him, who were constantly busy, preparing for the rebuilding of the village, and making ample preparations for repairing the hollows.

At this time, Steve got up, he had some strange feelings, he couldn't tell if it was good or bad, in short, it was a magical and weird feeling.

As soon as Steve got out of bed, he felt that his stomach was empty, his whole body had no strength, and he was very sore, very thirsty, and his hands hurt terribly, he felt like there were thousands of needles pricked, the burning pain made him almost unbearable, Steve barely walked out, the first thing he wanted to find was his breakfast, he was very hungry now, and he couldn't wait to eat.

Steve walked around, but he was greeted by some strange monster-like eyes, which made him a little embarrassed, he wanted to find the village chief, because only then could he eat his breakfast, but, obviously, it was impossible to find the village chief just by wandering around like this, and he didn't dare to muster up the courage to ask these people, if he dared, I'm afraid he would have already eaten breakfast, Steve seemed to be back to the same predicament as a few days ago, so hungry, so uncomfortable, and almost dying of thirst.

He finally mustered up the courage and asked the villagers around him, "Excuse me, where is your village chief?" ”

Steve stammered this, but no one responded, everyone was busy with their own business, perhaps because they didn't want to pay attention to someone they had never met.

If they had known the contribution of this man they had never met in yesterday's fire, they might have scrambled to answer his question.

"Excuse me, where is your village chief?"

Steve asked again, but no one answered.

"Excuse me, where is your village chief!"

Steve was a little angry, even though he was an outsider, there was no reason why he couldn't hear his own words at all, and there was no reason to completely ignore his own existence!

"You want to ask where the village chief is, and I'll tell you, our village chief is in a place where you can never go alive."

A villager dressed in brown clothes with a gray apron on his chest said, apparently, he was a blacksmith.

As he said this, the villagers next to him lowered their heads and shed tears, began to sob, and began to cry.

Steve understood what the villager meant, and he began to cry too, the village chief, he was actually dead!

"Excuse me, where is he buried?"

Steve suddenly felt that he was not hungry, but cared more about the village chief, the amiable village chief.

"Over there in the woods, there's a place to eat, you go, I think you need to eat a little."

The villager, who was apparently a blacksmith, said that when he saw Steve crying over the death of the village chief, he immediately began to sympathize with the poor man, and pointed out to him where he should go.

Steve cried and walked over, grabbed a loaf of bread from a villager in charge of food, took a few bites and left, he quickly ate the whole bread, although the bread was very good, but now, no matter what food tasted like chewing wax in front of Steve, he walked to the grave of the village chief, and there were countless small yellow flowers blooming around, and countless white flowers, holy and beautiful, all the villagers offered their flowers to the village chief, even the special inhabitants of the village, the iron golem - Later, he would become friends with Steve - and also offered a rose, the village chief's tomb was located in a large clearing, behind the woods that Steve had seen yesterday, and here, where countless white flowers bloomed, making this tomb more holy and solemn.

Steve's heart was silently thinking, this is impossible, this is impossible, but reality tells him that this is reality, his savior, the village chief, has passed away.