"What's wrong, Alang?"

"What's wrong? The house is on fire! Leave quickly."

Hearing the word "fire", Xu Zhengtai realized that the pungent smell that filled the room was caused by the burning of rubber and cloth.

"Wait a moment."

Xu Tailang pulled him out, but he was thrown away after taking half a step.

"Azheng, you are crazy. If you don't leave, it will be too late."

Xu Zhengtai said loudly: "There is a portrait of my father in the house..."

After speaking, he hurried into the opposite room.

Xu Tailang thought that he was quite filial, so he put his coat over his head and followed the fire. One of them rescued the portrait of his father, and the other rescued the ashes of his grandfather. They were left in disgrace and full of fireworks, but their skills were not good enough.

Thanks to the dedicated people, the things were finally rescued.

In the river next to it, the fire boat began to pump water, and the firefighters sprayed the house with thick and long water guns.

Farther away, the billowing black smoke made the neighbors afraid to approach, pointing and pointing without knowing what they were talking about.

Xu Tailang couldn't run anymore, so he stopped and leaned against the corner to breathe heavily.

He looked up at the still burning old house, and couldn't figure out what Lin Yue's purpose was in asking him to recite those lines. He always felt that this matter was not that simple, and that the guy was not selling any good medicine in his gourd.

What on earth does the guy named Lin... want to do?

"Hey, Ah Lang, why don't you leave?" Xu Taizheng came over holding the portrait.

"No, I can't walk anymore."
Chapter completed!