Chapter 122: What on earth is Li Sichen up to?

Faced with skepticism, Li Sichen offered no explanation. It was his habit to let his actions speak for themselves.

He set Yuan Yifei down from his back and called Ouyang Long over, instructing, "Help me support her."

Ouyang Long was unsure what Li Sichen intended to do, but the series of miraculous events he had witnessed earlier left him with a glimmer of hope and expectation. He beckoned Fang Yi, and the two of them supported the injured Yuan Yifei on either side, their eyes fixed intently on Li Sichen.

He was immensely curious as to how Li Sichen planned to diminish the raging inferno consuming the corridor.

After setting Yuan Yifei down, Li Sichen wasted no time. He strode out of the private room and stood directly in the corridor.

"Be careful!" Ouyang Long shouted in alarm.

Having just retreated from that very corridor, he knew exactly what the situation was like. Beyond the visible, roaring flames, there were suffocating toxic gases and blistering heat!

To enter such an environment without protection meant that even if one weren't burned by the fire, they would be overcome by toxic fumes in seconds or suffer severe burns from the extreme heat.

Yet, to his astonishment, Li Sichen appeared completely unaffected by the hostile environment. He showed no signs of discomfort, even turning back to smile at Ouyang Long as if to tell him not to worry.

"Huh?"

Ouyang Long was stunned.

What on earth was happening? Why was he so at ease? Could the conditions in the corridor have improved since he left? But only seconds had passed—how could there be such a dramatic change?

Fang Yi was equally bewildered. Impatient by nature, he released his grip on Yuan Yifei’s arm and curiously stepped out into the corridor, wanting to experience for himself whether the conditions had truly improved.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

As soon as he entered the corridor, a pungent, acrid smell hit him. He was overcome by violent coughing, dizziness, and a suffocating sensation in his chest. As a professional firefighter, he immediately recognized the scent of toxic gases released by burning construction materials.

Not only was the air suffocating, but Fang Yi also felt a searing heat assaulting him from all directions. His skin stung, and he could even smell the scent of scorched flesh. It felt as though his own body were beginning to roast...

Even a veteran of fire scenes like Fang Yi could not withstand such conditions. He hurriedly retreated back into the room and rushed to the restroom to douse himself with water, finally finding some relief.

Witnessing Fang Yi's experience only deepened Ouyang Long's shock.

"It seems the situation in the corridor has not improved; if anything, it’s gotten worse. Otherwise, given Fang Yi’s tolerance, he wouldn't have been forced to retreat so quickly. But if the conditions are this dire, how is that boy holding up? His reaction is far too calm—it’s scientifically impossible!" Ouyang Long muttered.

No one could answer that question.

Neither Fang Yi nor Yuan Yifei understood Feng Shui. Had they, they would have realized that from the moment Li Sichen stepped out of the room, every step he took was placed on areas where the elemental energy of water was strongest. He was currently standing at the exact spot in the corridor where the water energy was most potent.

In the Five Elements, water overcomes fire.

Therefore, even in the midst of a raging inferno, standing in an area with strong water energy significantly mitigated the suffering and agony compared to any other location.

Li Sichen narrowed his eyes, scanned the surroundings, and pulled two mirrors from his small bag.

These mirrors were no larger than a child’s palm. One side was a reflective surface, while the other bore a Bagua pattern. There was nothing unusual about the Bagua, but the reflective side was etched with intricate talismanic symbols in cinnabar, lending them a mysterious aura.

These were Feng Shui mirrors, ritual objects used to alter the flow of energy. If one were to seek a scientific basis, these specially treated mirrors were capable of interfering with or even shifting magnetic fields.

The impact of magnetic field fluctuations on the environment was a scientifically proven fact. Thus, Feng Shui was not merely a groundless superstition; it was, in fact, quite scientific. It was only the prevalence of charlatans that had tarnished its reputation.

The Feng Shui of the KTV had previously been twisted by Li Sichen using coffin nails into a lethal formation of extreme malice. Now, he did not intend to repair the layout; he simply needed to temporarily alter the Feng Shui to dampen the fire and allow them to escape.

"Mirrors?"

Inside the room, Ouyang Long, Fang Yi, and Yuan Yifei watched as Li Sichen retrieved the items.

Obscured by the glare of the fire, they could not see the Bagua on the back or the talismans on the surface. They assumed he had simply pulled out two ordinary mirrors.

What use could two broken mirrors possibly have at a time like this?

Ouyang Long, Fang Yi, and Yuan Yifei all shared the same thought: Li Sichen had lost his mind. Or, if not insane, he had certainly snapped.

"What time does he think it is? Is he trying to check his reflection to look pretty? Oh my god... has he given up? Is he trying to spruce himself up before he dies so he doesn't look too ugly?"

"What is going on? Didn't he say he was going to make the fire smaller? Why pull out mirrors? Does he think he can extinguish a fire with them? Is he kidding?"

"It's over. The kid has definitely lost it..."

Just as the three of them fell into despair, Li Sichen moved.

He placed one Feng Shui mirror under his feet and hurled the other toward the wall in front of him.

Whether the wall had been weakened by the flames or Li Sichen possessed extraordinary strength, the mirror did not bounce off upon impact. Instead, like a sharp blade, it sliced into the wall and embedded itself deep within.

Simultaneously, Li Sichen stomped his foot, driving the first mirror deep into the concrete floor.

Ouyang Long, Fang Yi, and Yuan Yifei did not catch these details. All they saw was Li Sichen throwing one mirror and smashing another under his foot.

"What on earth is he doing?"

The questions in their minds grew larger than ever.