However, there were too many fireballs and they endlessly rolled down. The surrounding wooden houses, grass, and paper money became the best tools to ignite the flames. In a blink of an eye, the flames reached the sky.
"Put out the fire! Quick, put out the fire!"
The people who had been standing orderly on both sides earlier had long fled in every direction. The solemn and solemn funeral procession had already turned into a mess.
Everything happened too quickly, Zhuo Lingxiao was completely stunned, he watched helplessly as the fireballs rolled in all directions, causing everyone to cover their heads as they fled. He didn't even notice when the group of masked men had jumped down from the rooftops on both sides and ran towards him with their sabers raised.
"Puff …" Blood stabbed into his flesh.
Zhuo Lingxiao felt pain in his chest, and everything in front of him became blurry.
"Brother Ling Xiao!"