"I'll go too!"

Before Fu Yan could react, his feet were faster than his brain and ran away with Song Qinrong.

Song Qinrong's ears moved, and the fire was rising into the sky. There seemed to be screams coming from the factory, but she still heard the footsteps following her.

She stopped expressionlessly and turned to face Fu Yan who was running up.

Fu Yan was hanging on Tang Xin's body. Seeing Song Qinrong turn around, he ran faster and said anxiously as he rushed up.

"Sister Rong, I'll go up to the fifth floor, you can look for it below the fourth floor..."

Before he could finish his words, a stinging pain came from the side neck.

He widened his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him in disbelief: "Sister Rong..."

Before I could say anything again, I couldn't help but lose consciousness and fell head-on.

"Look at him and don't let him run around."

Seeing this, Song Qinrong gave a cold order, while retracting the needle-sucking hand, and then turned around and ran in.

The factory was already surrounded by flames, filled with black smoke, ready to devour the lives of the people inside at any time.

Sheng Yan's men were still trapped inside. At the gate, people struggled to get out from time to time, carrying fire on their bodies.

Those who were still trapped upstairs simply jumped down to survive.

Everyone is trying to escape from this hellish sea of ​​fire.

Only Song Qinrong kept walking and headed against the crowd.

"Miss Song!"

The monkey's eyes were bloodshot and rushed forward like crazy to stop him.

But as soon as his hand touched Song Qinrong, he was stabbed by the other party with the same move and fainted with one needle.

Seeing that Monkey and Fu Yan came to Song Qinrong's hands, they didn't even hold on to a single move. Who would dare to move around the few people?

I could only stand there and watch the girl rush into the factory licked by the flames without hesitation.

——

Beijing, a shopping mall.

The white-bearded and white-haired old man stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, tidied up his sleeves, looked back and forth proudly, and then turned around and asked the people behind him.

"How is it? Does it look like you're ten years younger?"

The youngest man whispered: "If you want to be ten years younger, then you need hair transplants to save you."

The old man looked at him coldly and moved his eyes to the top of his head: "Hair transplant, right? OK, boss, pull out all the hair on his head and give me a hair transplant!"

"Master!" The young man immediately wailed with a bitter face, "I'm just kidding you, why are you so unfunny! No wonder the younger sister doesn't like to see you, so she would rather hide in the capital to study for the exam."

As soon as he finished speaking, a long hand reached over and patted his head hard: "Does the little junior sister don't like to see the master? She is obviously annoying to you!"

It was Zhang Yunian who spoke.

He has always been kind and it is rare to be stern.

The sudden disappearance of the junior sister has always been a pain in the hearts of everyone in the master's sect.

The young man also knew that he had made a mistake for a moment, so he curled his lips and did not dare to retort again.

Yang Chong turned his eyes to the apprentice who was speechless and didn't bother to pay attention to it. He turned to the salesperson and said, "This one is it, wrap it up."

The salesperson immediately showed a sweet smile on his face: "Okay. Are you cash or swiping your card?"

"Swipe the card." Yang Chong said, and he was about to take out the bank card from his pocket.

As soon as my hand reached into my pocket, I didn't know where I touched it, a stinging pain suddenly passed through my fingertips.

He gasped and took it out and saw that it was bleeding.

Several apprentices following him immediately ran up and stopped the bleeding and bandaged him.

"Master, there are senior brothers who are paying money, why are you anxious?" Senior sister third felt most distressed and couldn't help but blame the old man.

Yang Chong didn't say anything, staring blankly at the blood on his fingertips.

For some reason, an indescribable uneasiness suddenly surged in my heart.

——

After entering the factory gate, Song Qinrong did not rush to run to the third floor, but tried to search for the door with his eyes open, and soon saw Sheng Yan, who was asking his subordinates to retreat quickly.

She quickly stepped forward and grabbed Shengyan's wrist.

"Where is Tang Xin?"

Sheng Yan felt a sharp pain coming from his wrist. He was about to curse, but he turned around and caught up in a pair of cold eyes.

His heartbeat almost stopped suddenly: "Why are you still here? Why don't you go out quickly!"

Then his eyebrows were beating again, as if he also remembered Tang Xin: "Tang Xin? I didn't see her..."

"Where has she been taken by your people?" Song Qinrong asked concisely.

Cold sweat began to appear on Sheng Yan's forehead.

"The original arrangement was to take it to the second floor...but logically speaking, it suddenly caught fire, and they should have taken Tang Xin down with them."

As he was talking, he glanced out of the corner of his eyes and saw someone stumble down from the upstairs.

Sheng Yan's eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh!"

Song Qinrong almost instantly saw the identity of the man from the other party's reaction.

She immediately let go of Sheng Yan and stepped forward quickly, blocking the way for those who came.

"Where is Tang Xin?"

The man's face was covered in dust, his eyes were already so smoked that he could not open it, and his back shoulder was still bleeding, looking extremely embarrassed.

He didn't care about the person who was asking questions. When he heard this, he could only shake his head weakly: "When he came out, he passed by a row of shelves. She was not as fast as us. The shelf fell down and pressed her down.

I no longer have the strength to save people…”

"She was pressed down on the shelf?" When Song Qinrong heard this, her pupils suddenly shrank.

But now is not the time to settle the score, she can only try to restrain her emotions and ask coldly: "Where is she trapped?"

The man pointed to his head: "At near the staircase on the second floor..."

As soon as he said that Song Qinrong was gone.

"Miss Song!" Sheng Yan saw it and almost jumped up in an anxious manner.

But seeing that Song Qinrong was leaving without looking back, he knew that he could not stop him. After thinking about it, he quickly took off the oxygen tank behind him and tried hard to throw it up.

"then!"

These two words finally made Song Qinrong turn around and see this and grab it.

"Thank you."

——

Tang Xin lay on the ground, and his whole headache was shattered.

I could still hear screams in my ears, sometimes in my ears, and sometimes it seemed to be far away from her.

She tried hard to lift her eyelids, and the next moment, she closed it again because it was too heavy.

"Fu Yan... save me..." she murmured in a low voice.

Thinking of this boy, she gritted her teeth again and tried to get up again.

But the severe pain from her legs made her unable to move at all.

Tang Xin was both afraid and desperate, and thick smoke filled her body, jumping into her internal organs. Her consciousness became blurred and her body became colder and colder.

Even the screams became less and less, and in the end nothing could be heard.

It seems that she is the only one left in the whole world.

No one will come to save her.

A tear slowly fell along Tang Xin's cheek.

Is she going to die?
Chapter completed!