The clown makeup on his face was washed away, and Zhang Ding's arms were full of tiny cuts. He struggled to maintain his balance in the flood, securing the ladder.
"Quick, get up there!"
Zhu Miaomiao and the bespectacled newcomer had not expected that, at the most dangerous moment, the ghost would actually consider letting the two of them escape first.
"Hurry up!"
The two new investigators climbed out of the vent just as the supermarket's window glass shattered suddenly, and the rolling shutter door was breached by the floodwaters, which slammed Gao Ming heavily against the shelves.
The downpour, the breach, the mountain torrent—all muddied the water pouring into the supermarket from all directions. If not for the Flesh Ghost God, Gao Ming would have been engulfed by the floodwaters.
"Gao! Grab my hand!" Zhang Ding tried to move towards Gao Ming, but as soon as he turned, the ladder was knocked down by the flood, crashing onto his shoulder.
