Mo Lingwei ran along the long corridor outside the courtyard towards the warehouse, and when she heard the screams of children crying along the way, Mo Lingwei got into the grocery store.
The grocery warehouse was already on fire, and the billowing smoke was so thick that people couldn't open their eyes, and it was pitch black.
The scene of being almost burned to death appeared in Mo Lingwei's mind, and fear took over her heart, "Is anyone there? Is someone inside?"
She shouted loudly, the roof was smashed down one by one by the burnt wood, Mo Lingwei tore her clothes to cover her mouth and nose, and stumbled as she walked.
"Help me, help!" A faint voice came from the innermost side of the grocery store.
Mo Lingwei avoided the scattered flames and ran inside, only to see a half-grown child whose back was pressed down by the burnt beams on the roof, stuck under the chair and unable to move.
Because of panic and fear, his hands scratched the ground, but his thin body still did not shake the beam behind him.
Mo Lingwei ran over in a hurry, trying to drag the child out, but found that one end of the beam was stuck in the partition of the grocery cabinet, unable to drag the child.
The only luck is that the child was hiding under the chair. When the beam fell, it first fell on the chair and then rolled onto the child's back. So although the child was injured, at least he was still alive.
"Don't be afraid, I will rescue you soon." Mo Lingwei took out a dagger from her arms, cut two pieces of cloth from under the skirt, tied them in her hands, and lifted the beam with both hands , said to the child: "Climb out quickly, I can't hold on anymore."
The child was somewhat similar to the one who grew up in Fu, although he was also very thin and small, but he was quite nimble. Seeing that the beams on his back were loose, he crawled out with both hands and feet.
Mo Lingwei took the child's hand and wanted to escape from the door of the grocery warehouse, but found that the door had already been burned into a sea of flames.
The beams that had been burned into charcoal fell down one by one, stained with sparks, and ignited on the cloth and piled up felt...
The thick smoke and fire grew bigger and bigger, and Mo Lingwei choked and coughed.
The child's breathing was difficult due to the smoke, and he grabbed his throat and chest hard.
Mo Lingwei took the child in and out, back and forth.
"I can't get out, we are going to burn to death here, I don't want to die." The child cried.
"I won't die, there will always be a way." Mo Lingwei patted the child's head, "Are you Fusheng's elder brother? He is still waiting for you outside."
Mo Lingwei grabbed the bench on the ground, aimed at the closed window and smashed it hard.
The burnt black window was smashed, and the window lattice fell down, and one could see the outside at a glance.
Mo Lingwei put the cloth on the ground on the child, "Hurry up, rush forward, jump out of the window, jump outside, there will be a way out."
The child stepped on the hot floor with bare feet, obeyed Mo Lingwei's words, rushed over, jumped up, and jumped out nimbly from the window licking the flames, and quickly rolled around on the ground, throwing Bu Pi, standing outside the window: "Sister Ling Wei, come out quickly."
Mo Lingwei: "..."
Mo Lingwei took out a piece of damp and moldy wood from the grocery store, and to block the growing flames, stepped on the stool and flipped out from the window.
The moment she landed, she couldn't help crying out in pain, cold sweat broke out on her forehead in an instant, and a piercing pain spread from her ankle that was about to recover.
Mo Lingwei led the child and limped forward. Seeing that the fire was getting bigger and bigger, she pushed the child: "Run, run as fast as possible, go to the secret road to find your brother, go Hide in the yard farthest from the warehouse..."