Bab 112: A Saint Or A Fool?

Hearing those voices, Su Yushu was stunned and despair took over him. He seemed to have understood the situation he was in. He also understood who locked the door from the outside. He felt helpless but still did not want to die here. He tried to call for help but the smoke entered his lungs making him more and more uncomfortable.

He tried to flee, but the fire seemed to follow him, closing in from all sides. The heat was unbearable, and Liu Xinyu could feel it too—the scorching flames searing her skin, the suffocating smoke filling her lungs.

She tried to move, to escape, but her body was heavy, rooted to the spot as if she were living his final moments. She could feel his desperation, his overwhelming fear as he realized there was no way out. The flames roared around him, and the pain was excruciating—every breath, every movement brought more agony.