More than two hours later, the fire was extinguished, and the entire church turned into a pile of ruins.
The lights on the lawn were all on, mixed with the thick smoke after the fire was extinguished, the smell of blood on the grass was not so obvious.
The rescue team approached the ruins, the devastation before their eyes was unbearable to look at.
Bodies were found one by one, some adults, and a few children...
The rescue team always stopped when they passed by Yin Shixiu, and he would calmly lift the white shroud covering the bodies.
"Not the one."
"Not the one..."
"Not the one."
......
Yin Shixiu knew, he was relieved, every time he lifted that shroud and didn't find a single feature belonging to Su Xiaomeng, he felt relieved.
Actually, he also knew, with such a fierce fire, how could anyone survive unscathed?
But...
Su Xiaomeng... dead?
He knew these five words, but put together, he just couldn't understand them...
