This is almost the legendary Hell.
He closed his eyes.
This hellish scene was created by his own hands, yet his face was strangely calm, and his hands became still, resting on the knife handle until the screams faded away. Then, sobbing and another form of wailing gradually rose, causing his hands to tremble slightly.
Someone came out, kowtowed heavily a few times towards him, then left, hugging grain and silver without looking back.
Wang Anfeng took the kerosene from the village, sprinkled it everywhere, and then cleaved a trench on the ground with the blade, isolating the village from the other mountains and forests. He stood beneath this unnamed peak, raising his right hand.
Flames entwined on his five fingers.
