"Hurry, get water…"
"Be careful. The beam has collapsed…"
Pitter-patter…
The fighting had already ended, but the town was still not quiet. The constables and people in the town were running back and forth to put out the fires.
The Silver-Horned Horse-Face carried the little girl over and comforted the young couple. Although Tu Jiuji, who was as strong as a hill, still had a head that died with grievances hanging from his belt, he no longer looked as brutal and violent as earlier. He was standing in a burning, collapsing house and carrying a beam alone, searching for the person pinned down.
After Ye Jingtang watched from afar at the entrance of the town for a while, he picked up Third Lady, who was pretending to be injured, and walked toward the dark night with his back to the burning town with a complicated expression.
