The cave was destroyed by the flood, and the water rushing in from all directions made it impossible for Lin Anning to breathe.
She clung to her mask, crawling forward with difficulty with one hand.
But thankfully, the torrent had washed away the mud in front of her, clearing the path ahead considerably.
She didn't know how long she had crawled in the pitch-dark cave; her ten fingers ached to numbness, devoid of sensation.
She mechanically scraped away the mud blocking her path and, after pushing aside the last layer, crawled out of the hole.
Lying on her back outside the cave, she watched the darkening sky and felt the heavy rain beating down, taking a deep breath.
She had made it out.
From the pharmacy, she took out a piece of ginseng and placed it under her tongue, regaining some strength.
She got up and staggered forward.
The mud river at the foot of the mountain had risen to mid-slope, roaring and tumbling past like a beast with an open maw waiting to devour people.
