Lin Qingqian reacted and ran down the mountain without hesitation.
There were many bushes on the mountain, and the fire was fierce. A large area of fire would cause thick smoke. Lin Qingqian did not run for long before she felt the thick smoke blocking her nose and she could not breathe.
As she ran, she took out the water and a silk scarf from her backpack. She wet the scarf and covered her mouth and nose with it. Then, she threw away the rest of the water and the backpack, reducing the burden on her back, and increased her speed as she ran.
The fire was ferocious. The sleeping birds could not react in time and were quickly devoured by the blood-red flames. Their feathers fluttered down slowly and were quickly burned to the point where even ashes could not be seen. The mountain fire seemed to want to burn a hole in the dark night sky.
Lin Qingqian did not dare to hesitate or turn around to look. She ran down the mountain with all her might.
