The fire burned for a day, and several miserable screams were emitted from time to time.
Zhou Renlong watched from the side, and his eyelids kept on twitching, but he didn't dare to call for help from anyone.
The scene was too tragic, and if others were to see it, they would probably be traumatized, especially those who were extremely close to Chen Chen. They might even suffer mental and emotional breakdowns after seeing it.
Huff!
On the second day, a breeze blew over, and the flames were gradually extinguished.
Zhou Renlong hurriedly leaned over to see that Chen Chen's appearance had completely changed as he was now covered in a strange golden color.
More importantly, he was no longer breathing, and he looked just like a statue.
"Ahem! Old Zhou, I'm about to be refined into a potion by this fire... Surprisingly, I'm still alive. It's been really tough..."
