Brother Xie and Brothers were still muttering something, but suddenly the wind blew.
The wind swept through and the fallen leaves flew.
The lanterns on the roadside were crackling loudly, and the spring was windy, but with this wind, many people on the street were trembling.
"It's really a demonic wind!"
Xie Shen screamed and looked back. He saw that the little fire had grown apart with a loud bang. Then he saw the red clothes left behind still digging a large trench around the fire. Countless sand and dust were flying, which really curbed the speed of the fire spreading.
Xie Chan murmured: "It's like a fight."
If you think about it carefully, it seems that this is true.
Xie Chan's smile, which seemed to be there and vaguely, disappeared without realizing it, and his heart was beating wildly.
The wind is given by the sky, how can human power be achieved?
At this moment, the mortals in the mundane world are fighting with this "Heaven" and have not failed yet!
A person who has not seen such a scene will never be able to understand his mood at this moment. In the eyes of others, this may not be a trivial matter, but it is just a secret surprise. But in the eyes of brothers Xie Shen, all the cognitions that had been more than 20 years before his life seemed to be broken in an instant.
It turns out that when a person faces the great power of "Heaven", he really doesn't... he can only accept his fate and depends on his fate.
The wind became stronger and stronger, and the strong wind swept, and the wind and sand were fascinating. The wind helped the firepower and instantly swallowed up the remaining wreckage of the house that was on fire, spreading rapidly around.
A group of young men in red clothes surrounded them desperately, blocking all the flames that could break through the blockade.
Xie Shen fell silent, sighed, and led his brothers with a solemn expression to join the group of red clothes. His competitive mind was also weakened. This was a desperate job. Whoever has the ability to protect himself and everyone should take the lead.
This is not the time to fight for who will take over.
Under the night, the stars seemed to be dimly shined by the fire. I don’t know how long it took, but the wind finally became smaller.
The fire burned for most of the night, but it still moved a lot to the southeast. The red-clothed servants, "Gu Ji", were exhausted, and their efficiency was gradually becoming lower.
Xie Shen didn't say sarcastic words.
It was the fat housekeeper of the Zhang family and the two private officials who came out of the palace. They were very displeased with Gu Xiang's digging of their Zhang family's house, but they didn't go out to say anything indifferent.
These red clothes are obviously good enough that no one can blame them again, even if the fire is not controlled in the end.
Xie Shen wiped the sweat from his forehead, and wiped a pretty face into a grayish-black area. He counted the people who were saved by the red clothes today, but he remembered that there were fifty or sixty.
"These people have lost their luck."
Not to mention the two big fires last year, the fire that was much smaller than this one in August last year, and the number of casualties seems to be more than this one.
Xie Shen breathed out and felt that Xie Shang kept pulling his sleeves. He rolled his eyes. He didn't know where his brother learned the problem. Some habits were like a little girl.
When he turned around, Xie Shen was stunned.
Many neighbors rushed over to help.
Valley
The wind is not small now. How difficult and dangerous is it to put out a fire in a strong windy day? The people in the capital know that they have learned a bloody lesson in this regard. In this regard, they will not cause fires of all sizes two or three times in their capital.
Almost every household has various fire prevention measures, and even children are familiar with the fire.
When encountering such a big fire, the common people, except those who had to protect their family business, how could others dare to move forward? They weren’t living impatiently.
Today is a little different.
"Why do I think, with people like Gu Ji here, everyone seems to have much more courage."
Xie Shang raised his head, looked at the little lady sitting cross-legged on the eaves, gnawing at the cake while pointing at the little lady talking, and chuckled, "These people are quite powerful."
When the sun shone the first ray of rays of rays in the sky, only a few sporadic sparks were left, flashing on the cold wood chips.
Half a street is empty.
The once dense houses and buildings on the roadside disappeared.
The people were busy packing up their houses that had been robbed out, and their faces were numb.
However, there were no crying everywhere or wailing everywhere, and even the expressions of Constable Zhang and his group were quite calm.
When they encountered such a thing, they all thought that the best result would be to destroy many houses. With such a big fire, at least this street would be unlikely to be kept. As long as few people die, the sons and daughters of powerful families should not die. Constable Zhang would be willing to recite Amitabha ten thousand times.
But the situation was much better than expected. The three adjacent houses were completely burned down. The more important ones were the garden of the eldest princess and the Zhang family's house suffered heavy losses.
But the eldest princess is reasonable and her garden is demolished on its own initiative.
Constable Zhang felt that in a few days, the responsibility for praising the great princess's virtues would not fall on him. As for the disappearing yard of Zhang Shangshu's family, cough cough, that is a headache for those people above, it all involves Shangshu. What else can he do, as a young detective?
After being tired all night, Constable Zhang looked up and didn't see the little lady of the Gu family. He frowned and was looking around for someone. He heard the hello coming from behind. When he looked back, he saw that Boss Xin and the boss lady from the teahouse had brought the tea.
It is said that the tea in their house is light, but everyone has been busy all night, and their mouths are dry. Drinking warm herbal tea in one sip has a hint of refreshment from the bottom of their hearts.
Constable Zhang felt that he was used to drinking the tea prepared by the boss's wife, and when he went to drink tea elsewhere, he felt something was wrong.
Not to mention anything else, since the fire broke out, Boss Xin and the boss’s wife have never stopped busy for a whole night.
Detective Zhang looked at it from afar and was surprised: These two people looked old but at this moment there was a kind of childlike enthusiasm and excitement, which was really interesting.
It was light up slightly.
There were fewer pedestrians on the street. Except for the aftermath patrol camps and the constables, other people went back to rest.
Almost a short time, what happened last night spread, and a fire aroused the uneasiness deep in people's hearts.
Gu Xiang slept until noon and woke up in a daze. He heard Qiu Li and the others outside, and Ermu and his group were muttering.
"Puff, it's true, Thor is coming to the world. How come we, Snow Eagle, are you like Thor? Why don't you say she is an electric mother!"
Gu Xiang smiled and didn't find this rumor very strange.
Chapter completed!