I estimate that the strange fire was hit by a frontal impact when Silver Lake fell to the ground, so it was forcibly broken and scattered across the thousands of miles of land.

As a result, in many places here, dark fires remain burning all year round, but they are unable to cause greater damage.

So, some places have actually started to come back to life, with vegetation or other things starting to revive."

"So, there is actually no big problem here?" Yu Ziqing was a little surprised.

"Roughly speaking, there is no big problem, but according to my speculation, the strange fire was just defeated and disintegrated. One day, if conditions permit, it will gather again. By then, these thousands of miles away, there will definitely be

was burned to the ground again.

They sealed it, and they did nothing wrong.

If they had other ways to control the strange fire and extinguish it completely, they wouldn't be in this situation and still have to seal it."

After hearing this, Yu Ziqing touched his chest, feeling the red ape and the small flame burning in the chest, thinking deeply.

"The disaster that occurred here occurred in the 88th year of Dingmao. According to the records in the Book of Anshi, it was actually in the late period of the Dadui Dynasty.

I seem to have some guesses as to what that thing is and why it cannot be extinguished.

I also know how to resolve it. Let’s try it in Chengdu. Anyway, it’s good for me to absorb some of the fire energy.”

"We are already here, what else do you dare not say?" Lao Yang sighed softly, Yu Ziqing could not even imitate him and only half of what he said.

"The problem is that I'm not sure either, what should I say?"

"..."

Yu Ziqing left Dinghai City and walked for a while, then put his hands on the ground, absorbing the fire energy nearby, and started another carpet search.

As more and more fire energy was absorbed, the small flame in Red Ape's chest began to grow slowly, and Red Ape became calmer and calmer, as if he was in trance in the presence of the old god.

More than a month passed in a flash, and Yu Ziqing moved very quickly, slowly absorbing all the anger along the way.

Looking down from a high altitude, the charred land is covered with gray ash, with Dinghai City as the center, radiating to the surrounding areas.

A month has passed, and some tenacious vegetation has begun to appear around Dinghai City. After the heavy rain, new shoots have sprouted, and life has begun to sprout.

Three months later, Yu Ziqing stood up again and felt that the fire in Red Ape's chest had turned into a blazing red flame, and the hair on Red Ape's head began to dance with sparks.

Then with a whir, the flame ignited. On top of its head, the red flame burned slowly. The anger on Akamon's face also dissipated, turning into a calm look, sitting there quietly.

, just like an old monk entering concentration.

Yu Ziqing closed his eyes and sensed for a moment. When he came into contact with those flames, he felt as if there was a flame burning in his chest. A ray of emotion was ignited by it and turned into anger, burning.

In an instant, the world in front of Yu Ziqing's eyes seemed to turn into a stream of light, fading rapidly.

His eyes seemed to see the beginning of the seal.

He saw the Zeguo in the south, with brilliant water veins and rampant monsters, and he also saw the land in the north, withered and bare for thousands of miles.

He saw that that year, there were countless refugees and countless people died of starvation. He also saw that some people took advantage of the chaos and made a fortune.

I saw that in the chaos, more people were taking advantage of the chaos to cause trouble.

Amidst the smog, his eyes followed the stream of light and saw a middle-aged man.

He saw his daughter being snatched away, and his parents starving to death on the way to escape.

Until I saw him and finally walked to a city, he was treated as a key criminal and thrown into a prison.

He was forced to confess, but he was illiterate and didn't even know what crime he was confessing to.

Finally, on the day he was about to die, a jailer told him.

There was a powerful man who committed a crime, and it was not easy to cover up. He was unlucky because he looked very similar to that man, so he had no choice but to die in his stead.

He was full of anger, but his heart was filled with despair, knowing that he had no chance of survival.

Just before the execution, when he was about to eat the last bowl of rice, he shouted that he was wronged and was kicked over by someone.

At that moment, the anger in his chest could no longer be controlled. He was filled with grief and anger, and turned into anger. The blood in his body and everything in his body seemed to be burning.

He left a curse and hit his head on a stone pillar to death.

"May the wrath of heaven come down, burn you ghosts on earth, and create a peaceful world."

His body, his soul, his bones and blood all disappeared in the flames. Finally, a ray of anger in his chest turned into a small flame the size of a small fingernail, like a small flame that would be extinguished by the wind.

The small flame fell from the sky and became weaker and weaker. When it hit the ground, it was only a little bit the size of a grain of rice.

Then, silently, it shattered.

It turned into some tiny sparks and scattered in all directions.

Just that little spark that was about to go out ignited the anger in the heart of a prisoner in the next cell.

The flame began to burn.

Fire, fire, fire that cannot be extinguished by water, spreads slowly but unstoppably.

He saw the flames spreading in one direction as if they were conscious.

Then, he saw a family not far behind the county government office. The flames were like a rushing river, heading straight for the family. The flames ignited the place, and any method or protection seemed to be gone.

effect.

He saw a young man who looked about seventy-six percent like the middle-aged man, being swallowed up by the flames and burning fiercely in the flames.

I even saw a middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to the young man rushing out. He was terrified and wanted to put out the fire, but the magic method in his hand had no effect. The flame was burning from the young body.

Yu Ziqing knew their names.

The first wronged was Wang Erniu.

The county magistrate Zhao Lin and the county magistrate's son Zhao Bin.

Their father and son were purified alive in the flames.

However, how can the anger that has been ignited be stopped?

Because there are countless people inside and outside the city who are already holding back anger.

This place was already full of powder keg, and now the little sparks and the little bits of anger are the trigger to completely ignite it all.

The flame spread faster and faster, and finally turned into a flame shock wave, spreading in all directions.

Seeing this, all the pictures seemed to be burned by flames, and only flames remained as far as the eye could see.

Yu Ziqing closed his eyes, took a breath, and suppressed the anger in his heart.

After a long time, Yu Ziqing opened his eyes, his tone filled with anger.

"I am now certain that the records in the Book of Anshi are unreliable.

After all, history books are also written by people, and if they are written by people, they are bound to be biased.

What kind of shit is the fire coming from the sky, and I don’t know who is writing it, trying to whitewash peace here.

This is just fucking anger!

It was a man-made disaster. A Guapi County magistrate forced an ordinary person to ignite the anger in his heart, and then ignited the anger in the hearts of everyone within thousands of miles.

Not to mention the Silver Lake leaking to the ground, even if all the water from the world is poured out, it is impossible to extinguish the anger of all living beings.

No wonder there is no open flame in this seal, but no one dares to break it.

Because they are all afraid of setting themselves on fire and burning them alive!"

The eighty-eighth year of Dingmao, according to the chronology of Datui, was only the first few decades of the Dingmao period.

It's not that they are helpless, it's just that no one dares to come.

Yu Ziqing's anger was about to be ignited. He looked at the world around him and began to collapse. He even regretted resolving the disaster here.

It's not worth it. The disaster here is not worth resolving.

The disaster must remain here.

If there had not been that injustice and Wang Erniu's previous suffering, the anger in his chest would not have been ignited.

Taking another 10,000 steps back, if it were this year, the overall environment would be the same as that of Mu Shouchang's time. The county governor would rather die than retreat, he would be loyal to his duties, and the people would live and work in peace and contentment.

The anger of Wang Erniu that was about to be extinguished by falling to the ground could not be ignited by even a dry straw.

Seeing the world around him rolling up like a scroll, Yu Ziqing glanced at Lao Yang.

"Are you coming with me, or should I take you out first?"

"Send me out. I don't want to see that book, and I'm not suitable to see it."

Yu Ziqing sent the old sheep out, and he waited quietly, waiting for everything around him to collapse back into the pages of the book.

Looking at the handwriting on the page, Yu Ziqing stared at the Book of Anshi and sneered.

"In the eighty-eighth year of Ding Mao, strange fire fell from the sky, thousands of miles of scorched earth, and countless people were burned to death.

The strange fire is treacherous and cannot be extinguished by the rain or the wind. A man of the gods came from the South China Sea to drop strange treasures in the valley.

The Milky Way fell to the ground, blocked its path, extinguished its fire, and turned into a silver lake to remain in the world.

The fire was gone, but the strange fire was not extinguished. The faceless man Yi San Er drew the power of the gods and sealed it until it could be resolved.
To be continued...