Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

The second cycle of reincarnation.

He became the roommate he had locked in the cage.

He watched as the lab technicians approached with syringes, feeling the unknown compounds wreaking havoc in his blood vessels and his internal organs withering away inch by inch.

……

Each time Zhang Zhaoqing experiences reincarnation, a spiral-shaped burn mark appears on his body in reality.

Starting from the ankle, spiraling upwards, burning past the knee, burning through the femur, burning into the spinal cord!

"Xiaoxiao, look. This person is paying off his debts."

As the flames reached Zhang Zhaoqing's throat, the cycle of reincarnation underwent another dramatic change.

He stood on that street late at night.

He found himself "becoming" Zhang Ziqian.

He sensed the extreme fear his son felt before he died.

He saw those dark red eyes, like two dry wells, coldly looking down at him.

He felt his bones being crushed inch by inch, and felt the excruciating pain of his body being burned 973 times!

Zhang Zhaoqing, your beloved son, this was the expression on his face when he died.

You must be sad!

The pain she felt was unbearable, but seeing her beloved son experiencing the same pain was heartbreaking for Zhang Zhaoqing!

"Roar—!" The fire dragon let out a mournful roar.

That was the last lingering trace of Su Xiao left deep within Li Rui's soul, which resonated most intensely with the karmic fire at this moment.

Fire began to spew wildly from Zhang Zhaoqing's eyes, nostrils, and ears; his soul was on the verge of collapse.

Just as Zhang Zhaoqing's soul was about to be completely incinerated, those deepest, sinful memories he had desperately guarded were uncontrollably revealed under the intense light of the karmic fire—

In the scene, a chair slowly turns around.

Wang Shijun's cold and stern face appeared.

His gaze swept over the lab reports, and he said softly, "That detective, capture him alive. I want to study him."

Behind Wang Shijun, in front of a huge map, stood a middle-aged man around fifty years old, whose imposing presence was suffocating.

That's the number three person in Lieyang Province.

The scene shifts again, revealing a group photo on Wang Shijun's desk.

That was a photo of Wang Shijun and a young woman.

The woman was dressed in a smart business suit, with a hint of melancholy in her eyes, but Li Rui knew her features all too well.

Wang Shiwei.

boom--!

Li Rui felt as if he had been struck hard by a giant hammer, and he was momentarily stunned by the extreme shock.

is her?

The girl who once admired him?

The classmate who warned him to "be careful" in the email?

Is the person close to her the one behind Zhang Zhaoqing?

Is he one of the ultimate perpetrators of this evil?

Does she... know?

That pure will to vengeful had a hideous crack appearing in that instant.

But this wavering was immediately overwhelmed by endless hostility.

This person's body hasn't been burned yet.

Xiaoxiao is still waiting.

Regardless of who Wang Shijun is, regardless of which side Wang Shiwei is on...

Those who block my fire will become mere firewood!

Li Rui suddenly looked up, forcibly suppressing all his complex feelings for Wang Shiwei into the deepest part of his soul.

He looked at Zhang Zhaoqing, whose body was no longer recognizable as human, at the center of the flames, and uttered his final pronouncement.

"Xiaoxiao—!!!"

"Watch closely—!!!"

The fire dragon stopped circling and let out a devastating roar. Its huge body suddenly contracted inward and then exploded!

He poured all his energy into Zhang Zhaoqing's chest!

"boom--!"

A cluster of crimson beams of light pierced through the underground laboratory.

Zhang Zhaoqing's skin and flesh instantly vaporized, his blood and flesh turning into nothingness in the high temperature of 10,000 degrees Celsius. His body disintegrated instantly under the impact of the fire dragon, leaving not even a trace of ash.

The cell phone in the corner of the lab bench melted completely into a pool of molten iron at that moment.

On the other end of the phone, Wang Shijun listened to the ear-piercing bang that seemed to tear his eardrums apart, and felt the instantaneous silence followed by the busy tone. He slowly put down his already hot phone.

He looked out at the dark night sky, a smile of extreme excitement spreading across his face.

"Fire...interesting."

"So this is extraordinary power..."

"Zhang Zhaoqing, your death was worthwhile. You helped me confirm the nature of this power."

"It's going to be a hot topic? I'll deal with that carefully."

Inside the laboratory.

The moment Zhang Zhaoqing disappeared, the enormous fire dragon completely lost the suppression of its host.

It roared and spread wildly in all directions.

It ignited those expensive, sophisticated devices, devoured those blood-stained data archives, and burned all the transparent cages that had once imprisoned hope.

The entire underground fortress began to tremble violently, with dust and concrete blocks falling continuously.

Li Rui stood in the center of the inferno.

The brilliance of the ruby ​​brooch on his chest was gradually fading.

He looked at this collapsing hell, and it seemed as if he could hear Xiaoxiao's last words.

"Brother Rui... this time, it's really burned through."

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Three o'clock in the morning, Xingguang Waste Chemical Industrial Park in District 7.

This "rust zone," long forgotten on the city map, is now dramatically tearing open the tranquil night.

The towering flames illuminated half the sky, and thick smoke, like a roaring black dragon, tumbled and surged into the heavens.

"Quickly! Vehicle number one, lay out the water hoses; vehicle number two, take charge of cooling the outside!"

Fire brigade captain Chen Gang stood beside the fire truck, shouting orders at the top of his lungs.

He wiped the sweat from his face, his brow furrowed as he stared at the fire before him.

As a veteran with fifteen years of experience in firefighting, he had never seen such a bizarre fire.

The column of fire at the center of the fire was not orange-red or bright yellow like in a typical chemical fire, but rather a thick, dark red.

That red color exuded an indescribable chill and solemnity, as if it were not burning matter, but burning some kind of sin that was invisible to the naked eye.

"Captain, something's wrong with this fire!" A firefighter stepped back, carrying a water hose. "The water isn't doing anything! Those dark red flames... they're burning even in water!"

Chen Gang snatched the water gun and tried it out; his heart sank.

The high-pressure water cannon struck the dark red flames, but instead of extinguishing them, it was instantly vaporized by the terrifying heat, creating a spectacular cloud of white mist, while the flames continued to flicker quietly within the mist.

What chilled him even more was that the fire seemed to have a "spirit".

Without any flammable material to conduct the flames, the flames continued to burn on the dry concrete surface, even moving forward in a directional, leaping manner against the wind.

He saw with his own eyes a cluster of dark red flames climb up the cement wall, as if it were consciously entering a hidden opening—a location that would be completely unnoticed unless one was deliberately looking for it.

Immediately afterwards, a faint red light flashed deep inside the ventilation shaft, as if something had been ignited.

Not far away, a mountain of flammable debris lay piled up, but the flames deliberately avoided it, as if they had no interest in it whatsoever.