Chang dragged Pangzi’s body to the street, wandering around until he found an abandoned vehicle from which he snapped a section of a tube. He then siphoned the gasoline from the gas tank and poured the liquid onto Pangzi’s broken body.
While Pangzi was gradually covered by the gasoline, Qing Shui finally woke the soldiers up, and they walked out from the classroom together.
“He is dead?” askedMing Yi, gazing at Pangzi’s body and heaving a sigh.
Chang quietly asked for a lighter from Qing Shui, and a small flame was lit on the tip of the lighter. It then quickly fell onto Pangzi’s body.
The raging flame melted his body and burned the alien lives lurking in him.
“Let’s go,” Qing Shui said, after patiently waiting until the last bit of flame transformed into a stream of dark smoke. “Fortunately, he didn’t die in suffering.”
“You are right, this is the last thing I could feel happy about for him.” Chang turned away from the ashes of his dead friend. “Where is our next stop?”