Everyone was stupefied.
At last, unable to stand this endless stream of 'oh my god's anymore, Rui Butong hastily carried a huge bunch of firewood in and threw it on the floor. Then, he went into the room and brought out two buckets of oil. He stood far, far away and used a long rod to pick up Zhuge Changchang, lifting him out of the room and placing him at the top of the firewood. Then, he set the whole thing on fire.
The blazing fire burned violently, producing a pungent and piercing odor.
Zhuge Changchang's body actually continued to spasm and twist in the blazing flames; even when both his legs had burned to nothingness, the charred bones of his upper body continued to spasm…
Chu Le'er hid in Chu Yang's embrace, quaking in fear while Mo Qingwu hid on his other side. Both girls looked like little quails who had been plucked clean of their feathers and left out in the frigid winter, trembling and shivering.
Everyone was rather lost for words.
