Chapter 1312

The cover has been used for a long time. It should have been a long time since Su took a look at the dust in the room.

But the dust is not thick. I think someone will come to clean it. It's just a little longer.

Because she was in a hurry to find her mother, Su Xiangwan didn't look at her for a long time.

In a hurry to find the location of the stairs, as expected to see a wheelchair thrown there.

Su Xiangwan recognized that the wheelchair was Han's, but she didn't move the same? How did you get to the second floor?

Without much thought, Su hurried upstairs in the evening.

But after two steps, I felt my feet slip.

She could not help but stop, looking down, a large transparent water stains all over the stairs.

Su's pupils shrank in the evening and looked up again. Only then did he find that there were many wet marks on the floor of the first floor and on the window frames and walls on all sides.

When she came in just now, she noticed that some furniture had different colors, but she only thought that it was because of age, but she didn't find that it was wet at all.

Su Xiangwan breathed heavily and looked down.

Those oily liquid, slow flow.

Where is water? It's oil!

Su Xiangwan's figure swayed lightly for two minutes, and one of his hands held the handrail of the stairs on one side.

She remembered that Han Che had said that his mother had been burned to death just like her.

Hanche had always suspected that Mu Beiting had killed people in his previous life. There was nothing she could find in her previous life, but in this life she could be sure that Mu Beiting would never do such a thing!

What's wrong with the oil?

Upstairs is only aunt Han alone, or there are others?

Before the fire broke out, Su Xiangwan began to blacken in front of her eyes, and her throat seemed to have started to smoke.

Looking up again, it looks like smoke is rolling around and the fire is raging.

Su Xiangwan closed her eyes and shook her head gently, trying to wake herself up.

Since she was burned to death in her previous life, she has always been afraid of fire, but it is not serious, and she only needs to be careful.

But now, standing in the room full of fire oil, she felt that her legs were filled with lead, and her heart was trembling.

After cooling off for a few seconds, Su opened his eyes again, and the compound building was still calm.

Su Xiangwan relaxed her voice and suppressed her fear. As she walked upstairs, she dialed a fire call and reported her position.

Whether the fire will burn or not, the oil all over the ground is not safe.

Su ran upstairs at a brisk pace in the evening, but the closer she was, the more she felt the temperature was getting higher and higher. She began to feel a strong burning sensation on her face. As soon as she looked up, she could see that the second floor was already burning in a twinkling.

The red flame, like a dragon, spits out fire tongues and gathers from all sides to the middle. In the blink of an eye, it becomes a sea of fire.

And Su Xiangwan clearly saw that Han's mother was leaning on the sofa with her eyes drooping slightly, as if she had slept in the past.

On the tea table in front of the sofa, there is a bottle of foreign wine and a glass.

"Aunt Han!" As soon as Su Xiangwan's heart was tight, he subconsciously rushed to the man in the middle.

If we delay any longer, I'm afraid everything will be late.

Her legs were shaking all the way.

The heat wave around her face, let her once again remember the burning pain.

Su Xiangwan's eyes are red, trying to calm himself, but still can't resist the body's reaction.