A century-old tree turned into firewood as if it had sprinkled some flammable material, making bursting sounds like explosions, and the entire tree body was burning.

Its rich branches spread the fire around in an instant.

Everyone instantly widened their eyes, opened their mouths, and was stunned.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Damn it! The century-old tree, the tree in the town has burned!"

Just as everyone was stunned, the fire had spread wildly and was unstoppable.

And the most terrifying thing is that when the fire spreads to the edge of the bluestone floor, the fire can continue to spread and burn along the path, connecting the fire into one.

Some clever people immediately woke up.

"Oil?! There is oil on the ground?"

"When did that lump oil in these places?!"

"It's over! The fire has spread to the wing area, where there are still living people living there!"

The raging fire and the thick smoke gradually blocked everyone's vision.

The scene was in chaos for a moment.

"Put the fire! Go and put out the fire!"

"The fire has spread to the martial arts hall in the west! That madman has calculated the path of the fire!"

"Stop talking! It's important to go to put out the fire first! Otherwise, the Zhou Mansion will be over!"

"Wait! Where did that lunatic go?!"

Everyone was attracted by the fire, and with the situation where Fang Yi was undoubtedly dead, they subconsciously ignored Fang Yi's existence.

After all, so many people surrounded the scene so much that it was impossible for people to run away.

But when the thick black smoke came up and their vision was gradually blocked, they realized that Fang Yi had long disappeared on the platform.

"Where did that guy go? Where did that guy go!?"

"Don't worry about him, putting out the fire is important!"

"No! The master treats me well, I want to avenge you first!"

In disagreement, the scene suddenly became a stalemate.

"Ahem! What's going on? What's going on here!"

At this moment, Butler Zhou, who was choked to death by thick smoke, arrived late with his guards.

Originally, Butler Zhou should have come back long ago, but when he heard the news halfway through, the kitchen was stolen, he went to investigate and deal with it, but the result was only a few buckets of sesame oil were missing.

After scolding the person who was sending the news, Butler Zhou hurried back to the scene, and finally saw this scene.

And when his eyes turned, when he saw the corpses of Mr. Zhou and Xian'er, his brain buzzed and turned blank.

Master... Master is dead?!

Miss Xian'er is dead too?!

Who is it! Who killed them?!

As he roared and roared, Butler Zhou understood the situation.

"You...you mean, the master and the girl Xian'er were both killed by the 'cousin' who Xian'er brought in?"

After learning the news, Butler Zhou took a breath of air conditioning and felt scared.

But when I saw the tragic situation of the corpse, anger surged into my heart again, overwhelming fear.

Step on.

Over the hesitant people, Butler Zhou rushed directly to the platform and looked down along the vertical edge of the platform.

A flying claw rope was hanging alone on the edge, and as for Fang Yi himself, he had long disappeared.

Only footprints vaguely visible below show the direction of Fang Yi's escape.

"A bunch of waste! waste!"

Butler Zhou was so angry that he jumped up and roared, took a group of people away, and immediately chased Fang Yi in the direction of escape.

As for the remaining people, they are arranged to put out fires and save people.

With the arrangement of Butler Zhou, they felt as if they had a backbone, and they suddenly became quiet and their division of labor was clear.

...

Fang Yi could feel that his breathing became heavier and heavier, his limbs became more and more weak, and he felt like he couldn't lift his energy.

"Three hours is the final time limit. Before that, as time goes by, the toxicity will gradually increase and penetrate into the internal organs. At the last hour, I guess I can only lie on the bed and wait to die if I can't move."

Looking at the black and purple, rotten meat began to appear on the surface of his right hand, Fang Yi obviously felt that the symptoms of poisoning were getting worse and worse.

Because if it weren't poisoned, I would run and run in a row like this.

Although you will feel tired, you will never feel tired.

But now...

"I'm in trouble. I originally thought that the poison of three hours would take at least two hours to show severe poisoning symptoms."

"But judging from the current situation, I obviously underestimated Xian'er's drug manufacturing skills."

"One hour...and another hour, if you haven't escaped from the Zhou Mansion and killed the last beggar player, the first copy he has worked hard to get the first one, you will give up someone."

Fang Yi dared to kill Xian'er directly before and did not seek antidotes. He was confident that he would solve the last player before the toxicity attack.

According to Fang Yi's expectations, no matter how strong the poison is, it is not much stronger.

After all, resources are limited. As long as you force yourself to hold on for a while, fight for the poisoned body and solve the last player, the dungeon will be over, and the problem of poisoning will naturally be solved.

But now it seems that the time for toxic attacks is much earlier than he thought, which means that he has left him with operational time, which has also become much less.

"Here! Assassin is here!"

At this moment, a loud shout came from Fang Yi's right side.

Fang Yi frowned slightly and immediately changed direction.

This place was originally the territory of the Zhou Mansion and the old nest of the Zhou family’s guards.

Not only are the people from the Zhou Mansion everywhere and full of eyeliners, but their familiarity with the terrain is far higher than Fang Yi.

So Fang Yi understood that he had to fight quickly.

Whether it is the problem of toxicity gradually worsening or the problem of more and more Zhou's personnel joining the encirclement and suppression over time, Fang Yi must escape as soon as possible.

"The demon man, where can I escape! I will pay my life!"

Fang Yi had just rushed towards the east wing when a slightly familiar roar suddenly came from behind.

After looking at Liulu with his eyes, Fang Yi couldn't help but slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

"So it's an old acquaintance, butler Zhou."

It was fine if Fang Yi didn't speak. As soon as he opened his mouth, he suddenly became so angry that Butler Zhou's veins roared and roared repeatedly.

"Spit people with bloody mouths! Who is your old acquaintance?"

"Why did Butler Zhou say this? Without Butler Zhou's help, how could I get into this door?"

"You! You, you! Don't let me catch you, or you will be cut into pieces and sacrifice to the master's soul!"

Seeing that Butler Zhou was already losing his mind and kept screaming, Fang Yi suddenly turned and entered the path next to him.

After accelerating for dozens of steps, he suddenly jumped, crossed nearly five or six meters of distance, and landed steadily.

Just at this time, Butler Zhou had already brought people to catch up and appeared at the intersection of the small road.

Fang Yi turned around, grinned at them, turned around and continued to run away.

"Chasing! You're so stupid to chase me!"
Chapter completed!