Chapter 1315 Can't Wait to Die

Su Xiangwan nodded, touched the cotton cloth tied to his face, and checked Mother Han's.

"Now see if the inside of the stairs isn't burning yet."

Su Xiangwan followed his words and looked around, only to realize that the inside of the stairs hadn't really burned yet.

It's just that the middle of the stairs and one side of the handrail have already ignited.

Fortunately, the fire started in the middle of the upstairs and spread to the surroundings and stairs a little bit, so the fire on the stairs was relatively small.

Of course, that is only relative.

"If not, lean on the wall and go downstairs."

Su Xiangwan put the phone in his mouth, got up with red eyes, and followed his words to calm down a little.

She can't wait to die here.

In the previous life, she was seriously injured and tied up, unable to escape, but in this life, she can...she definitely can!

Su Xiangwan tried hard to carry Mother Han on her back, but because she was not strong enough, she couldn't carry all of it, and Mother Han's legs were still dragging a little on the ground.

But as long as he can take her on a walk, that's enough for Su Xiangwan.

From time to time, she groped the wall and walked down the stairs a little bit.

Those flames, big and small, danced around his feet.

After calming down for a while, Su Xiangwan realized that the places that hadn't been poured with oil didn't burn as fast as she thought.

A moment without her imagination is enough to start a prairie fire.

The stairs are made of wood and seem to last a while.

Regarding those small flames at his feet, Su Xiangwan also calmed down a lot, and was not so afraid anymore.

After going down a few steps, Su Xiangwan gradually realized that the fire in the second half of the stairs was actually not as big as imagined, but the smoke was billowing, making it difficult to see clearly.

Su Xiangwan, who was choked by the thick smoke, couldn't keep her eyes open, and she didn't care if she was right, so she simply put on her sunglasses.

Although the smoke was blocked a lot, the line of sight was not very good.

Su Xiangwan didn't bother to look any further, groped for the wall, and walked down with difficulty carrying Mother Han on her back.

Mu Beiting continued in a low voice, "Don't panic, be careful not to go empty on the steps. Once you get down to the first floor, immediately stay away from the buildings on the second floor, pay attention to the roof beams, pay attention to the chandeliers..."

Although he knew that she hadn't gone downstairs yet, he was afraid that she would be uneasy, so he repeated it tirelessly.

Su Xiangwan didn't know how long it took, and finally carried Han's mother downstairs.

The clothes on my body were sticky and hot, and I felt extremely uncomfortable.

She didn't care about so much, and quickly looked around.

There is much less smoke on the first floor than on the second floor, and the fire is much smaller.

But as expected, a lot of things fell from the upstairs, and they hit the ground unsteadily, but because of the oil all over the floor, the fire still started to burn.

There was still fire all around, but fortunately Su Xiangwan could faintly discern the direction.

But discernment can only be discernment, but there is a lot of oil at the top of the stairs, and the fire is burning fiercely. She might be able to rush through it by herself, but let alone rushing with Mother Han on her back... Even walking is very strenuous...

"Wanwan, don't be afraid, tell me about the situation." Mu Beiting said in a deep voice, trying to calm her down.

"There's a fire blocking the way...I can't walk." Su Xiangwan spoke slowly, her voice hoarse, but without the choked sobs just now, she became much firmer.

"Is the fire too big? If not, check to see if there is anything around you. Use physical methods to reduce the fire. If it's too big..."

According to what he said, Su Xiangwan tore off the soaked cotton cloth that had been wrapped around himself and Mother Han before, and vigorously slapped the fire in front of him, trying to make it smaller.

But there was oil under the fire, so it didn't have much effect, on the contrary, it also stained a lot of flames on the cloth towel.

Su Xiangwan's eyes were a little red, and it was better not to tell Mu Beiting.

He wasn't here at all, and couldn't see the situation, and she knew that what he could say was the best he could think of.

By the way, what do you think of Song Ziming? Why do I feel inexplicably soft-hearted towards him sometimes?