A raging fire brought the Wei Family's thousand-year legacy to an end.
It seemed everything had been utterly destroyed. The tangled space-time and escaped ghosts returned to their proper domains the moment the fire ignited.
Lü Yating and the others forced themselves to keep going. Without resting or even washing, they carried torches around, setting fires everywhere.
Silas stretched. "Once we get back, you won't mind if I tell the Laboratory everything that happened, will you?"
"Are you really that devoted to the Laboratory?" the Witch retorted. "For all you know, they already think you're dead."
"They won't think I'm dead. They'll just think I skipped work. Telling them what happened might save my poor bonus. Besides, if we're going to get technical, this is all your fault, darling."
The Witch raised an eyebrow, utterly unrepentant, and gloated, "Ha! That bad, huh? You might as well join an instance."
Silas shrugged and said with absolute certainty, "Darling, you've given me that sales pitch plenty of times already. Fortunately, I'm not that easy."
"..."
The Witch rolled her eyes at him, turned, and tossed her torch into the Ancestral Hall.
The fire roared. Strong liquor had been splashed everywhere, and glutinous rice had been scattered over the grounds. The flames seemed determined to burn away every last trace of malevolence.
As a product of an instance, Emma would be burned by flames like these and could not tolerate this environment, so Xie De had sent her back to the domain beforehand.
After setting the fires, the players hurried toward the outskirts of the Wei Family Old Residence, putting as much distance as possible between themselves and the blaze.
Liu Jiarui and Wang Chen exchanged a glance, then could only run toward the outskirts as well, their faces full of anguish.
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