The fire on B1 had heated the floor on the first floor until it was scorching hot.
Jiang You stood there for a while before catching a whiff of something burnt.
She lifted her foot and looked down. The sole of her shoe had melted into strings against the blazing floor.
She silently backed toward the doorway again. Seeing Da Zhuang still sitting primly on the floor, she frowned.
Flames churned in the large hole in the first-floor floor, and the smell of roasting meat drifted up. The zombies below had been cooked through.
She focused her gaze on the paw pads of Da Zhuang's paws and his rear end before asking, "Da Zhuang, isn't your butt hot?"
Hot? What was hot?
Would a true warrior fear this little bit of flame?
Da Zhuang snorted disdainfully. But right afterward, his nose twitched, as if he had caught the smell of roasting chicken feathers.
Only then did he belatedly realize that his butt was a little hot.
His paws began to hurt too. With a shriek, he darted outside.
Jiang You was sitting on the steps, already wearing a new pair of shoes, with an old-fashioned ice pop in her hand.
"Meow!!"
I want one too!
Jiang You glanced at his reddened paws and estimated that they were about thirty percent cooked.
She took an ice brick out of her space and set it on the ground. Da Zhuang immediately lay on it, feeling a cool sensation spread across his butt.
Then he hurriedly pressed his paws against it as well.
His entire body seemed to melt, spreading across the ice like a pancake.
The woman and cat sat on the steps at the entrance. Behind them, bricks and bits of plaster occasionally fell from the building as the man-eating tree