The flames devoured the entire house in an instant.
If Cheng Shi had not run fast enough, he might really have passed on the fire today—and with his body.
When the two of them emerged from the blazing ruins, covered in soot, Cheng Shi glared darkly at Chen Shu, wishing he could punch him straight into the ground.
He ground his teeth and said:
"How dare you pour gasoline all over yourself!!??"
That was right. Chen Shu had not poured the bucket of gasoline over the furniture in the study. Instead, he had splashed it all over himself and Cheng Shi.
At that moment, Chen Shu was still holding the empty bucket. He scratched his head and looked at Cheng Shi, completely unaware that he had done anything wrong.
"Didn't you say you wanted to pass on the fire? If the fire doesn't reach you, how are you supposed to pass it on?"
"I..."
Cheng Shi was already numb. He felt that humanity still understood far too little about Chen Shu.
Still, there was indeed something wrong with what Chen Shu had said. It was not a matter of running his mouth, but of his will.
If one had to wait until the flames reached oneself before taking action, that was not passing on the fire, but seeking survival.
Though the Fire Keepers' current situation was dire, they were not the sort who only acted after the flames reached their eyebrows. Their will was far nobler and clearer than that of people merely fighting to survive.
Of course, Cheng Shi had not set this fire to get closer to the Fire Keepers. That had merely been an excuse to fob Chen Shu off. What he really wanted to do was investigate the clues.
Since the clues had begun to change