A little boy slowly appeared, his whole body aflame, the edges of his clothing on fire, yet the flames did not spread further, as if they would never be exhausted. Half of his body was charred black, and anger spewed from his eyes, with two tears flowing down.
Wherever he passed, entwined flames slithered like snakes, relentlessly advancing along the carpet, the carpet's fibers curling painfully within the flames.
The boy seemed like a messenger of fire, his entire being enwrapped in the aura of death.
At this moment, his eyes were filled with hatred.
Suddenly, a giggling sound came from around the corner. The boy stopped, turned around, and saw a girl with her hands behind her back, tilting her head at him, smiling exceedingly sweetly.
The boy was taken aback, "You can see me?"
Yun Qi said, "Of course, what are you doing, performing acrobatics?"
The boy instinctively touched the bloody tears on his face and mumbled, "Are you stupid? You're not even scared?"
