Flames darted around East Market Street, the Demon Fire summoned by the Zoroastrian Fire Order couldn't be doused with water nor covered with sand. The boundless fire transformed into a colossal crimson snake, ravenously devouring the street's houses and shops.
"A big fire has started; the heavens are blaming us! Run away quickly!"
"It's over, it's over; I spent eight or nine years to open this shop."
Lao Ma from the Paper Molding Shop slapped his knees with both hands, jumping up and down in tears, shouting. Despite the extreme intensity of the fire, he wanted to save his assets from the eerie flames, even if it meant moving just one more table or chair.
"Lao Ma, let's go! We can't stay on East Market Street anymore; this fire today will burn the street clean."
Sister Cui, carrying Little Fuzi and Hua Zi with a pole, passed by the Paper Molding Shop, trying to pull Lao Ma away from the fire.
