A sharp wind tore through the flames that blocked the road, and a figure flew through it, like clouds and mist rising in the wind, coming and going without a trace.

Qiu Shaohu sent Yang Hai and his wife to a safe place, and almost rushed back towards the depths of Brown Xuan Lane at full speed. He ignored the raging fire around him, even the slightest flame passing through the gap he had protected and brushing the skin of his face, and he was oblivious to the tingling sensation.

What Qiu Shaohu has been recalling is the conversation with Yang Hai just now:

"What's in your house?" Qiu Shaohu immediately asked Yang Hai, with an unquestionable attitude.

"I ......" Yang Hai was a little swallowed......

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