Death

Inside the Lu Family Troupe's theater, the entire place was made of wood—excellent fuel.

Red and yellow flames blazed fiercely, swallowing everything within the theater. Amid crackling and popping, the pungent smell of smoke drifted into Li Huowang's nostrils.

The mad Lu Zhuangyuan ignored everything around him, still standing on the stage and singing loudly, performing one final play with his son and daughter-in-law.

The distant sight was branded deep into Li Huowang's mind, leaving his heart filled with a jumble of emotions.

"Ha ha ha!!! Good death, good death!!" Laughter came from Li Huowang's left. It was Qiu Chibao.

Clutching half of a baby's rotten corpse, she seemed to have been provoked by something. Watching the corpses ignite amid the surrounding flames, she jumped and danced in excitement.

"Waaah..." Crying came from Li Huowang's right. It was Jin Shan Zhao. With no lower body, he lay sprawled on the ground, wiping away tears in utter heartbreak.

The instant the monk's chanting for the dead began, Li Huowang went over and rescued Lu Zhuangyuan.

The moment Li Huowang had pulled Lu Zhuangyuan out, the entire theater collapsed completely.

Li Huowang looked at the crazed Lu Zhuangyuan in his arms, then at Lu Juren vanishing amid the flames.

Truthfully, he had not known the Lu family all that well. He had known that they had treated him as an escort along the way; he simply had not exposed it.

Yet when he saw this scene unfold before his eyes, his chest felt unbearably clogged.

"Master Lu Ban! Hold on! Your granddaughter is still alive!! Don't give up!"

Li Huowang brought Lu Zhuangyuan and Xiuer to the foot of the imperial city. He had no other choice. All of Great Liang was in chaos; only this place was safe.

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