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Chapter 38 038 Go to hell and put out the fire

Firemen!
  Why haven't they left yet? !

Fu Minghui was stunned on the spot.

But in this moment, they had already rushed upward.

"There's another person over there!" shouted one of the young men with a round face.

When he opened his mouth wide, the cute little tiger teeth in his mouth were exposed.

"Follow me!" the middle-aged man said, and he was about to lead others up.

Fu Minghui never thought that he would be in front of them so quickly.

"Can't be saved!" she shouted loudly, "He is a villain and a criminal who caused this fire. All punishments are necessary for him!"

The three were stunned.

"Then we need to take him out first and then accept legal sanctions." The middle-aged man said.

It is their duty to save people from fire and water, and it is deeply rooted in their bones.

Just like doctors who face a sick death row inmate must first save the person and then have dedicated personnel carry out the legal procedures. They cannot watch the fire raging and remain indifferent while someone is struggling in the fire.

For this, they gave their precious lives!
  "You have already sacrificed, this is no longer your responsibility!" Fu Minghui blocked the front, "Can you really not remember?"

Seeing that the three of them were in a daze, Fu Minghui continued, even though he was unwilling to do so, "There are rules here. If there is revenge, there is revenge, there is resentment, and no one can stop it."

"I don't know." The middle-aged man shook his head.

It was obvious that he was the leader of the three.

But they all looked equally confused, "If we have passed away, why are we still here?"

Fu Minghui didn't know either and looked at Luo Zhao subconsciously.

"There must be an unfulfilled wish, or a special binding force." Luo Zhao also walked over.

Earthbound spirit?

Fu Minghui thought to herself that she had heard her father talk about it like a story before.

It is because of special reasons that the soul cannot go far and can only linger in the place of death.

The three firefighters were not burned to death, but were pinned down by the collapsed stairs. They died heroically when they took risks to rescue people, including her parents.

They could have never entered the burning building again, but they did so to save people.

In silence, the three firefighters looked at the sea of ​​​​fire over there.

The revenge of the flames is still going on.

No matter how confused he is, unable to differentiate between life and death, and seeing the scene cycle continuously and the intensity of the fire never changing, he should understand what is happening.

"He's really dead." The round-faced little Huya sighed.

That look in his eyes was not sad, but actually a kind of sadness and letting go.

Fu Minghui's tears welled up when he saw his face, which was even smiling slightly and with a few patches of dust on his face.

He is so young, and ordinary boys have not yet graduated from college.

But he has sacrificed his life to save others, giving up all future and happiness.

"It was the thought of saving people." Luo Zhao said abruptly, "They always thought of saving people, so they returned to the fire scene. This thought also bound them, so they couldn't leave."

After all, the souls of many people who died unjustly still linger.

So many human lives, so many souls were trapped in this endless fire field, and there were still undead people trapped under the Feng Shui formation, suffering incomparable pain.

And even if there is one person left, they cannot leave because of their responsibilities.

"You're dead, where are you going?" The tall young man looked around blankly.

Fu Minghui doesn't know either.

But she believes that since people have a way to come, they must also have a way to go back.

"It's fine to go anywhere, but you have to take them with you and don't leave anyone behind." The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and suddenly said firmly.

"I will be responsible for them." Luo Zhao said.

Although he talks little, people always feel that he will do what he says.

Fu Minghui also saw rare emotions in his eyes, reverence and admiration, and some sympathy. It seems that they are both warriors on the battlefield. Although their positions are different, they stick to the same belief and are willing to sacrifice for the same ideal!
  "In that case..." Finally, the middle-aged firefighter sighed, looking at the sea of ​​fire and darkness around him, with reluctance flashing in his eyes.

He wanted to say something, but in the end he patted the two young men heavily on the shoulders, shook his head slightly, and did not say a word.

"If you have any unfulfilled wishes, I will help you fulfill them. I promise to fulfill them." Fu Minghui stepped forward with a feeling of sourness and heat in his heart.

"On the first day as a firefighter, I was mentally prepared like this." The middle-aged man still smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I am a soldier, I am a warrior, and I face life and death every day. Of course I want to live in peace and support myself until my old age. Parents, I love my wife and children, but I can't back down from my responsibilities... I believe that the people in my family will get good arrangements. As long as they live a good life and can forget their sadness as soon as possible, then... I won't make them sad."

"Fortunately I'm not married yet." said the tall young man.

He wanted to smile, but it was filled with deep regret.

For them personally, life has not yet begun well, and it has come to an abrupt end...

Fu Minghui's eyes were filled with tears.

Seeing the round-faced and tiger-toothed fire fighter, he looked hesitant to speak. He immediately stepped forward and asked, "Do you have any unresolved wishes?"

At the same time, he extended his hand.

She didn't know why she reached out, she just did it instinctively.

Strangely, the round-faced little Huya hesitated and reached out to hold hers.

Shouldn’t the dead, even their souls, be cold?
  But Fu Minghui felt that the palm of his hand was hot, but it did not burn her. Until the heat turned into a stream of heat, it quickly rushed down the arm and into her heart.

She understood it all without using words.

"Don't worry!" She choked and was speechless.

"Thank you." Xiao Huya said softly, quickly wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Leave him alive, death is too easy for him." Luo Zhao suddenly faced the sea of ​​fire and said loudly, "I swear here that he will be punished in the world. He will definitely feel what it means to live worse than death. arrive."

"Let go."

"Let's go."

"Go where you need to go."

"This journey of life has come to an end."

As he spoke, he took out a palm-sized, pyramid-shaped triangular object from somewhere and threw it into the air.

That thing can actually levitate, that is, levitate.

There was no sound, no movement, not even the wind blowing.

But the fire quickly extinguished, and countless humanoid shadows crawled out of the fire with difficulty and walked in one direction.

Fu Minghui's eyes widened, but he couldn't see clearly.

The place they went to was dark and chaotic, as if there was an open door or a huge whirlpool, but it seemed like there was nothing, just impenetrable darkness.

One by one, they disappeared into oblivion.

The wish has been fulfilled, and the withered bones have been taken out of the Feng Shui array, so no matter how deeply I miss you, no matter how many times I look back, I can't stop the footsteps from moving forward.

Only three firefighters remained.

Luo Zhao looked over.

The middle-aged man smiled miserably, closed his eyes and opened them again, his determination and fighting spirit returned, "Come on, let's go together! Go to hell and put out the fire."

The three of them looked at each other.

Then he turned around resolutely and walked firmly towards the darkness, leaving only his retrograde figure behind.

　There are also old mothers.

　　There is also a sweetheart.

　　There is also hatred of life and death.

　　There is also parting sentiment.

　　When I wrote the last sentence of this chapter, thinking about that retrograde figure, I cried.

　　Suddenly I remembered that these four lyrics were the theme song of a very old TV series.

　　You can search and listen.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)