As he got up from his soft and comfortable net, Yu Siqi saw that Father An was untying everyone's waists. After he finished this, Wan Jie expressed her gratitude to Duran as soon as possible. The latter also enjoyed swinging his branches, allowing the petals containing a faint fragrance to fall on them.

However, at this moment, Xie Chonggui, who was still a little pale just now, couldn't help coughing again. As blood dripped from his fingers over his mouth and onto Duran, the tree beneath them stopped swaying and hummed out, "This man is dying. ”

"No kidding, he's just... Sick... It's going to be fine..."

Xie Baozhen, who had been supporting her cousin, was slightly displeased when she heard this, and the expression that should have shown a smiling face turned into anxiety and uneasiness because of Duran's six words.

"Death looms over his head."

Duran, who didn't mind Xie Baozhen's tone at all, said another incomprehensible sentence, which was originally spoken in Lamenshiani. After noticing that some people showed puzzled expressions, but Wan Jie had a look of sudden realization, Yu Siqi realized that this was actually for Wan Jie herself. Of course, Siqi is obviously not the only one who can notice this. No, Xie Baozhen directly ignored the occasion's questioning of Wan Jie.

"What did he just say?"

"Some obscure words, this is the bad fault of their people."

Out of sympathy and understanding for Ah Zhen, Wan Jie didn't care about her attitude, but explained in a very gentle tone. Although judging from Xie Baozhen's expression, it seems that he does not fully believe her statement. But she didn't continue to investigate, after all, Father An on the side also pale and his pale steps floated after stabilizing Xie Chonggui's condition again.

"It doesn't matter to you, Father?"

It was obviously too much for her to hold her cousin and pull out her hand to help the priest beside her. But fortunately, at this time, Duran stretched out a few roots of moderate hardness and held Father An up.

After thanking Duran, Father Ann wiped the sweat on his forehead with his cuffs, and said weakly: "Even if I want to tell you that I am fine, I probably can't fool you." Forcibly using magic to suppress Ah Gui's injuries like this is actually very fatal to each of us. ”

"So... Other... Leave me alone... Cough... Ahem..."

Xie Chonggui was so weak that he couldn't even finish his words and began to cough, looking at his posture, it seemed that he had given up on himself in advance.

"What stupid things to say, you'll be fine, I'm sure."

Xie Baozhen, who was desperately stroking Agui's back, was almost about to cry.

"Blame... Have only oneself to blame... The consequences... Haha..."

Xie Chonggui, who had a bitter face, could still laugh at this time, which made Yu Siqi guess that he was probably laughing at himself. Unfortunately, perhaps because he was too excited, the dry laughter did not last long before stopping. When Yu Siqi leaned over to take a look, he found that he seemed to have fainted again.

At this time, William at his feet said in a very refined tone: "Patients tend to do a series of abnormal things before they know that they will die soon, and in psychology we usually summarize it into five different psychological stages..."

"My brother won't die!"

As Xie Baozhen interrupted William's 'high-minded talk' with a sharp voice, several very obvious explosions were heard at this time from the place where black smoke was emitting not far away.

"This thing has exploded many times, what is it that fuels the flames?"

Yu Siqi stared in that direction with a curious expression, but because the fire in that area was too fierce, he couldn't see what was going on inside through the smoke. However, it is worth mentioning that judging by the pungent smell wafting from the air, it seems that gasoline is burning.

"Duran, can you help us put out the fire over there? I wanted to go over and see what was going on. ”

As if sensing Yu Siqi's intentions, Wan Jie gave instructions to Duran.

"It's not that hard."

After hearing Wan Jie's words, Duran immediately turned his huge body. Seriously, this very slow-motion turn almost gave Yu Siqi the illusion that he might be standing on a grinding plate. Then, I saw Duran wave his arm, transforming countless tree trunks into the shape of human hands, and slashing into the ground. After a large amount of wet mud was caught in his hands, Yu Siqi saw that Duran first put the mud in his hands and kneaded them into balls; He leaned back a little longer and threw the wet mud in his hand towards the fire in a very standard throwing position.

The precise throw hit the center of the flames, and the wet mud that had been cracked by the high temperature quickly suppressed the fire. However, it cannot be said that the fire was completely extinguished, after all, gasoline is notoriously flammable and explosive.

Fortunately, Duran even took this into account. As his muscular figure sank, the stream that was still trickling under their noses instantly became a dry shoal. In this way, the water must have been forcibly drained by Duran's roots.

Then, streams of water shot out of Duran's body and poured water over the area. After a while, the flames that were still trying to burn tenaciously also ushered in a painful defeat under Duran's offensive.

Looking at the burned white area, Yu Siqi took a closer look and found that there seemed to be a lot of man-made wreckage inside.

"It looks like something serious happened."

Father An, who had recovered a little, had planned to climb directly from Duran, but found that the latter had already prepared a suitable rattan ladder for them.

Yu Siqi, Father An, and Wan Jie, who went down to the ground, first thanked Duran for his help, and then waved their hands to the other people left behind, and then walked towards the fire site.

As they progressed, more and more glass residues and metal shell fragments appeared in front of them. If you look closely, there is even a number on it, but unfortunately it is completely broken, so I can't see it clearly. However, Father An knew more carefully than Yu Siqi, and after several observations, Father An actually concluded that this was the wreckage of a long-distance bus.

"Are you kidding, priest?"

Yu Siqi asked questioningly, "I guess, you haven't forgotten what Shengjia said—something fell from our eight o'clock direction." The word 'drop' is still very crucial. ”

"That being said, do you think it's the wreckage of an airplane? Also, you don't recognize this thing, do you? I think that in my impression, there should be no flying vehicle with a license plate number. ”

With a smile on his face, Father An pulled open some of the mounds of dirt at his feet, and held up the yellow license plate, which had been burned and distorted, to Yu Siqi and said.

Looking at the string of letters and numbers written on the black-bordered license plate with black letters on a yellow background, Yu Siqi remembered the bus he used to take, as if it was a sign of this color.

"What the hell, how can a car fly in the sky?"

Yu Siqi couldn't help but complain, but as soon as he finished speaking, Wan Jie on the other end beckoned them over. Judging by her eager eyes and gestures, she probably found something again.