"Why is it so hot?"
Just as Yang Kid was thinking this, a familiar scent tickled his nose—the smell of burning wood. As a cook, he smelled it every day while making meals. It was all too familiar to him.
When the smell of firewood grew thicker, mixed with the fragrance of roasting meat, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Stepping onto his wife's feet, Yang Kid gripped the wall and gingerly poked his head out from behind it.
The second his head was exposed, he felt a wave of heat flash across his face, and his pupils instantly constricted.
Yang Kid saw that the distant inn and shops were on fire! An entire building crashed down amidst the flames, immediately setting fire to its surroundings! They were launching a fire attack!
No matter who started the fire, it was a catastrophe for Yang Kid, who was trapped inside. If he didn't escape, he would be burned alive. If he ran outside, he would be caught up in their fighting.
