When Tian Yun rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion, he discovered that Zhang Yingu's family was not the only one affected by the fire.
All the high-profile houses near the Prime Minister's Mansion were engulfed in flames, and the fire quickly spread into one.
Tianyun hurriedly mobilized his spiritual power and summoned a large amount of sand and dust to cover the areas where the fire was most intense. While he was busy, water columns fell from the sky and poured onto the areas that were not covered by the sand and dust.
"Why are you here?" Kan Yun looked at Jiu Ze.
"When you see a fire here, come over with Senior Brother Shen to take a look." Jiu Ze stood on the fire wind, and Shen Yi frowned slightly beside him.
"It's such a coincidence that this fire started." Shen said.
"That's right, and the places where the fire broke out were all the residences of important officials of the dynasty." Khotan said.
A closer look shows that the most intense fires in each VIP's home were in the front yard and in the middle.
According to the architectural habits of Qiyue Kingdom, these two places generally have study rooms and main courtyards.
"Let's put out the fire first." Jiuze looked at the still-spreading fire, stepping on the fire wind and moving quickly towards each fire point.
Tianyun naturally agreed, so Jiuze began to induce the water elements he was looking at to turn into water columns or even waterfalls, pouring down towards the flames. Tianyun isolated the areas where the fire had not spread with earthen walls, and then helped the people in the fire scene. get away.
But there were too many houses on fire, and no matter how fast Qian Yun and Jiu Ze were, they would still care about one thing and miss the other.
"Damn it, why haven't I learned the art of saving people?" Tianyun found out that even though he tried his best to save people, some people still died in the sea of fire, and he couldn't help but feel angry.
There are many techniques he has learned that can attack and kill on a large scale, but how can he dare to use them at this time? The people below are all ordinary people, and they cannot bear the momentum that those moves have just condensed.
In the past, those moves that were weak or non-aggressive were all useless techniques in Tianyun's opinion. However, as much as he disdained those techniques at the beginning, he regrets them now.
Jiuze is also the one who feels this way.
"Let me go down." Shen Yi looked at the panicked crowd below, a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.
"Senior Brother Shen..." Jiuze said while putting out the fire: "It's dangerous down there, you..."
"Let me go down," Shen Yi interrupted Jiuze, "Although I have lost my cultivation for the time being, you also said that my body has been tempered by sky thunder and is much stronger than the people here. I can help them."
Shen paused and then said, "I want to help them."
Jiuze turned his head and saw Shen Yi's eyes. Firm and pleading.
Jiuze understood that at this time, Shen Yi needed to be sure. If he could only watch from the sidelines when facing such a scene, then in his own perception, there would be no difference between the real thing and trash.
"Okay," Jiuze said, "be careful."
"rest assured!"
Below the two of them, a fire that had destroyed most of the house had just been put out. The beams of the house were broken and it was about to collapse. A faint cry could be heard coming from the house.
Jiu Ze used his spiritual power to send Shen Yi to the ground. As soon as Shen Yi landed, he rushed into the room. Jiu Ze quickly dispersed his consciousness and followed Shen Yi.
For a time, Jiu Ze, Shen Yi and Tian Yun were shuttled through the sea of fire.
It took half an hour before the fire in Dongcheng gradually extinguished. Sporadic flames flickered occasionally, and the cracked wood crackled.
The official residences surrounded by flames were in shambles.
The condition of the Prime Minister's Mansion, which was the first to catch fire, was particularly tragic. The fire started so quickly that before Tian Yun arrived, the front yard of the Prime Minister's Mansion was completely engulfed in flames. At this time, only broken walls were left in the thick smoke. Only the northwest corner of the backyard, the isolation area drawn by Khotan Yun, showed no signs of being burned. All the survivors were hiding in this courtyard.
"Brother? Big brother!" Suddenly, Zhang Xu, who was relieved to have survived, suddenly shouted.
"Second Young Master, we have never seen the Eldest Young Master." A servant replied tremblingly.
"How could it be possible? My eldest brother has always been smarter than me. He must be..." Halfway through his words, Zhang Xu suddenly froze, then half-madly rushed out.
"Xu'er!" Mrs. Zhang Xu, the wife of the prime minister, called hurriedly, but Zhang Xu turned a deaf ear and just ran to the front yard, muttering: "No, no."
Zhang Xu finally stopped in front of a dilapidated small courtyard. This was the courtyard of his eldest brother Zhang Bang. The old osmanthus tree in the courtyard had been burned down, and the dark trunk was smashed into the soil. The stone table under the tree was also burnt black.
The table top fell down.
Only dead branches and tiles were left in the elegant and quiet courtyard, and the burnt smell accompanied by the thick smoke that had not yet dissipated entered Zhang Xu's nasal cavity. It was so irritating that Zhang Xu burst into tears.
Zhang Xu stood at the original position of the door, hesitant in his steps, not daring to get closer.
When Khotan arrived, this was what he saw.
"Why don't you go in?" Qian Yun said.
"Who are you! Why are you here!" Zhang Xu turned his head suddenly, and his words were a bit hysterical.
Qian Yun ignored Zhang Xu and walked past him towards the inside.
It was dark everywhere in the room. From a distance, Tianyun saw a charred corpse on the collapsed bed. The charred corpse was lying flat on the bed, with no sign of struggle.
Qian Yun turned around and said to Zhang Xu, who finally followed him: "This is a list, don't worry, he shouldn't be in pain when he dies."
Zhang Xu originally looked a little dazed when he saw the words about the charred corpse. But when he heard what Quan Yun said, he suddenly burst into tears. While crying, he knelt on the ground, walked to the charred corpse on his knees, screamed and howled: "Brother!"
That look was very sad.
Tianyun sighed: "You express my condolences."
"At last, your brother did not suffer too much pain and passed away peacefully. Do you know where your father is?"
Qian Yun wanted to say a few words of comfort, but after he finished speaking, Zhang Xu cried and howled even louder.
At this moment, the regret in Zhang Xu's heart surged, almost engulfing him.
If he hadn't drugged the eldest brother and made him sleepy, would the eldest brother have been able to escape?
"Stop crying." Kanyun knelt down and whispered softly.
Zhang Xu seemed not to have heard of it.
"Stop crying." Kanyun said again.
Zhang Xu carefully picked up Zhang Bang's body and burst into tears.
"Stop crying!" Qian Yun raised his voice. Seeing Zhang Xu's shoulders shaking in fright, he endured it and said, "Do you know where your father is?"
"Father..." Zhang Xu's eyes were filled with panic, "Father is still here..."
Because his mother was in poor health and needed rest, and his father was comatose and needed rest, Zhang Xu and Zhang Bang discussed it and arranged for his father, Zhang Yinguo, to stay in the study.
"Father! Father!" Zhang Xu put down the Zhang Bang and struggled to get up.
"My father is in the study, he is in the study, please, save him!" Zhang Xu grabbed Kanyun's sleeves and begged.
"He's not here. I just checked and there was no one in the study," Khotan said.
He, Jiuze and Shen Yi discovered that all the important officials did not survive the fire, and the only one who did not know whether he was alive or dead was Zhang Yingu from the Prime Minister's Mansion.
In the study room of the Prime Minister's Mansion, there were only burned books, calligraphy and paintings.
"Impossible!" Zhang Xu was taken aback, then smiled and kept repeating: "It's good that I'm not here, it's good that I'm not here."
It seems that this Zhang Xu does not know Zhang Yingu's whereabouts. The fire in the east city of the inner city must be man-made. Among all the important officials of the court, only Zhang Yingu is not dead. If this Zhang Yingu is found, maybe something can be learned.
Khotan sighed and turned around to look elsewhere.