Once outside, Song Lianhe and the other two were utterly stunned.
Compared to the sounds of battle outside the city walls, the scene within was a different kind of hellscape.
Wails and bloodcurdling screams echoed in their ears. Fires had broken out everywhere, and several burning houses quickly merged into a single, massive inferno! The common folk were too busy fleeing for their lives to even think about fighting the flames.
A chubby little girl stumbled and fell at Song Lianhe's feet. She quickly scooped the child up.
The girl cried out, "Mama... Mama... I want my mama..."
Song Lianhe hurriedly asked, "Where is your mama?"
The little girl pointed a small hand toward a burning house behind them, wailing, "Mama..."
Watching the roaring blaze, it felt as if an elongated tongue of fire had suddenly wrapped around her neck, suffocating her.
She handed the little girl to Yin Huan. "Take her back to the clinic."
"Alright."
