Chapter 83 Chapter Seventeen

June 19, 2014, 21:55. No. 19 Anxi Road, the second floor of the haunted house, the boudoir of He Qingying's girlhood. "What if there was a tomorrow? How would you like to dress your face? If there was no tomorrow? How would you say goodbye?" Suddenly, the familiar cell phone rang in the room. Si Wang didn't understand what this meant, although his mouth was tightly sealed with tape, he sang along with Xue Yue from the bottom of his heart. Ouyang Xiaozhi felt something, her eyes widened in horror, and she struggled with her last strength. The bell rang for ten seconds, and then there was a violent sound, like a cannon thrown by a child during Chinese New Year. Sparks scattered in the room and fell into the gasoline barrels.

Did Lu Zhongyue design the ringtone on purpose? In the blink of an eye, flames spread throughout the room and burned Si Wang's trouser legs. He wanted to yell out in pain, but his mouth was blocked with adhesive tape. It was more uncomfortable than death.Simply close your eyes, and just burn to death with Xiaozhi, if the two charred corpses can still be tied together. The haunted house, which had been closed for more than thirty years, was already on the verge of collapse, not to mention that most of it was made of wood. The whole building was soon surrounded by flames, and hot tears continued to flow on Xiaozhi's face with black eyeliner.Seeing that he was about to be burned to death, he had to take the nineteen-year-old Si Wang with him.The fire was filled with smoke, which made her cough violently, but was sealed with tape and could not open her mouth.Usually, people who die in a fire are suffocated to death by poisonous gas, and it is super unlucky to be burned alive.

But she didn't give up, and moved the legs of the chair vigorously, and finally let herself fall to the ground. The flames reached the hands tied behind her back, almost scorching the skin of the hands, and at the same time severing the rope.Enduring the pain of the burn, she struggled to break free. become free. Si Wang also opened his eyes, and there was hope in his eyes.She didn't even tear off the tape on her mouth, and immediately rushed behind him, even though her hands were burned, she still wanted to untie his rope.But Lu Zhongyue tied Si Wang even tighter, such a complicated knot was beyond her ability to untangle.She pushed Si Wang to the ground, trying to burn the rope with flames.What is desperate is that the material of the rope binding Siwang is completely different from that of the twigs. It is actually a professional fireproof rope, which will not break no matter how burned it is.

She could only tear off the tape from Si Wang's mouth first, and then tear off the tape from her own mouth.Seeing the boy's mouth covered in blood, she kissed his lips distressedly, as if it would relieve the pain. However, Si Wang pushed her head away, and with his mouth sealed for more than ten hours, he spat out the first sentence in pain: "Xiaozhi, go away!" "No." Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth, mixed with the blood of herself and the boy.At the same time, there was a terrible sound from above. The raging fire was burning the beams of the house, and the whole building was about to collapse.

If she rushed out alone now, she might still have a chance to escape. 21:59. When Xiaozhi heard the sound of glass shattering, she immediately grabbed the chair that bound Si Wang, and rushed desperately to the window that was burned by flames. Before he could say a word, he was already thrown out with the chair. God knows where she got the strength from?A man weighing more than 140 pounds was pushed out to In the air outside the window. Si Wang's body was pierced with wooden window frames and broken glass, his trousers and hair were burning, and he was flying in the night sky on Anxi Road.

Then, fall. Falling from the second floor to the first floor, the wooden chair was smashed to pieces, and the ropes on his body were naturally loosened. Almost at the second when he flew out of the window, the haunted house surrounded by flames behind him made an earth-shattering noise.The roof and beams completely collapsed, and the whole house, together with the raging fire, became a mass of ruins, together with the twigs that hadn't had time to jump out of the window to escape. Si Wang just wanted to get up and go back to rescue Xiaozhi, but his right leg was so painful that he couldn't lift it up. It turned out that the whole leg was deformed, and it must have been broken.

Many people screamed and watched, but they didn't expect a young man to fly out of this abandoned empty building. Seeing that the wall was about to overwhelm him, fortunately, two bold men quickly grabbed Si Wang's arms and dragged him to the opposite side of the road. Si Wang lying on the sidewalk saw the transom in the basement, the dirty glass that was originally covered with dust suddenly became shiny, illuminating the burning house on the opposite side—only a small half of the height remained, rest in peace The road is covered with broken wood and bricks, and there seems to be the smell of burnt human flesh.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a phantom of a teenage girl, squatting on the steps of the gate in front of the haunted house, hugging her shoulders and sobbing. June 19, 2014, ten o'clock in the evening. Bean-sized raindrops hit the top of the head, and turned into a torrential rain in an instant, drenching all the onlookers and running away. Si Wang saw the flames on the opposite side gradually weakening, and wanted to shout her name loudly, but his throat was damaged by the smoke, and he could no longer make a sound. By the time the fire truck rushed to Anxi Road roaring, the fire in the haunted house had almost been extinguished.

A few minutes ago, before the heavy rain fell on the flames, Ouyang Xiaozhi had been crushed under the ruins—nothing could be seen or heard, and everything had disappeared, waiting for the long and boundless silence to pass. Another group of flames were burning into the sky, surrounded by rubbish and wooden boards, wearing tattered clothes, and he became so thin all of a sudden.Xiaozhi touched her hair and chest, only to realize that she was eleven years old. In 1988, Nanming Road. Just as she was blankly facing the blazing flames, that person appeared at the same moment, like a legendary unrivaled hero, stepping on the clouds of seven colors, holding the young bride in his arms, rushing out of the flames...