However, she did not seem to be satisfied. After thinking for a moment, she walked in and took out the few quilts that Gu Yu had taken out to dry. The quilts were all made of cotton, and they were dry and soft.
"Shen Miao!" Xie Jingxing shouted in a low voice, "Do you want to die?"
Shen Miao spread out the quilts on the ground. Most of the structure of the ancestral hall was made of wood, so it was easy to catch fire. She picked up a memorial tablet that was half-ignited by the fire and lit a corner of the quilt.
Flames soared into the sky, and thick smoke gradually rose from the ancestral hall. Jingzhe gritted her teeth and stood outside, her eyes red. When the sand in her hand flowed to the place marked by Shen Miao, the guards in the courtyard outside were alarmed by the flames and ran over to put out the fire. Only then did Jingzhe run out.
