It was as if Liang Wan had eyes in the back of her head. She forced herself to sit up, looked down, and sneered softly, "Auntie, do you plan on being buried in this sea of fire?"
Mrs. Zhang, her hair disheveled, shot her a venomous glare. "Don't try to fool me! Don't think I don't know what you're planning!"
With that, she turned and headed straight for the door.
Liang Wan smiled but said nothing. She dragged her weak body over to an overturned wine jug and struggled to lift it, splashing its contents everywhere. When most of the wine was spread, she picked up her discarded clothes, touched them to the flames, and used the burning fabric to set fire to everything else.
The flames met the strong liquor and with a WHOOSH, fire erupted, roaring up to the roof and consuming everything with unstoppable force.
