Shen Shichu's eyes lit up as he realized he had forgotten about the Ye Family.
He took out his cellphone to call Elder Ye when suddenly, a burst of light flashed from the corner of his eye. His mind thundered, and he felt a searing heat on his back.
Without turning around, his cellphone screen still dark, the reflected firelight grew more intense, and his eyes widened with each passing second.
Then came the whooshing sounds of several arrows, bound with gunpowder, shooting from a distance. The arrows were wrapped in oilcloth, which quickly ignited upon striking the wood.
"Someone is shooting arrows, there's gunpowder!"
"The fire is landing on the wood! Hurry! Put it out!"
Gunpowder...
Wood...
What are they talking about?
The ringing in Shen Shichu's ears intensified, drowning out all sounds, turning them into incoherent noise, and his mind went blank.
