The rain seemed to be endless, falling tirelessly, pooling on flat grounds and expanding rapidly; forming waterfalls in the gaps between eaves, cascading straight down.
In this storm, using an umbrella was indeed unwise, so both the Peng and Yan families had opted for raincoats.
The heavy rain pelted down on pedestrians like sharp arrows.
People from both families walked towards the Pusha Village police station in their differently coloured raincoats.
In a place, they couldn't see, baby ghosts were spreading rapidly in Pusha Village. These resentful infants, like ghosts in the rain, crawled over every possible place where living beings could exist.
...
"You... you..." Little Drilling Wind widened his eyes, he couldn't believe that the actor from hell beside him who never killed anyone had just fired a gun, "Although what Zuo Ying said just now was indeed very dangerous... but... however you look at it, it's just a joke, right?"
