The corridor was dirty and smelly. Yan Feng and his companions refused to go downstairs, so they set up tents on the roof to rest. However, when it started to rain, they were forced to retreat into the corridor.
They could only find an unoccupied room, clean it up with spiritual power, and temporarily settle in.
But there was constant shouting from the buildings next door, so it was impossible for them to continue sleeping.
Everyone asked Yan Feng,
"Palace Master, should we rush back to Lotus Peak now, or stay here for a few days?"
Yan Feng glanced at the rain outside the window. Although it had been raining continuously, fortunately it was not as heavy as before the natural disaster.
I just don't know if it will get heavier or never end.
Yan Feng said,
"Notify those who are going to Lotus Peak to set off at dawn."
"yes."
Several small rafts rowed out from the building where Yan Feng was and landed on several neighboring buildings.
In the dark night, there was endless crying. After Wang Yuning announced in the corridor that they would leave at dawn, everyone stopped crying and started discussing.
"It's raining heavily, how can we walk? What if we catch a cold on the way? We don't have any medicine."
"Yes, it's raining, and it will be even more dangerous underwater. The monsters underwater will definitely take the opportunity to come out and eat us!"
"The key is, if it's raining hard and the wind is strong, and the waves are rough, what if the boat capsizes?"
Wang Yuning heard everyone's concerns without saying a word.
Whether to leave or stay is entirely up to them. Fuguang Palace will not interfere with others' freedom.
At six o'clock in the morning, the sun should have shone a ray of light, but due to the heavy rain outside, the sky was gray.
Wang Yuning was standing at the entrance of the corridor. Everyone could only see a figure but not the expression on his face.
A man in his twenties in the corner glanced at him, then stood up and said,
"I'll go with you."
His parents, grandparents all died in the natural disaster. Now he is the only one left in the family. He doesn't care.
"We'll die wherever we go, so how can we survive if we stay? Who knows how long this rain will last? If we don't follow Fuguang Palace, we'll starve to death if we stay because we can't find food."
After that, he walked up to Wang Yuning and said with a smile,
"I'm young and energetic, so I plan to take a gamble."
His words left a favorable impression on Wang Yuning. Yes, he was also a man of blood.
"Okay, at seven o'clock our big ship will pass by each building one by one. If you are leaving, hurry up and pack your things and get on the ship."
After saying that, he paddled his raft away.
"Will you come with me?"
The man said without hesitation,
"Walk."
Yan Feng had an impression of this young man. They had conducted a qualification test for spirit stones here. This young man had the qualifications of dual spiritual roots and had reached the fourth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm through his cultivation.
"May I have your name?"
The man said respectfully,
"Shi Yue."
"I remember you, and welcome to join Fuguang Palace."
Shi Yue said seriously,
"I will not let Fuguang Palace down."
Before the natural disaster, Shi Yue was a second-year graduate student at a prestigious university. His bright future was completely destroyed by the natural disaster.
He had parents and grandparents who loved him, but their lives were also taken away by natural disasters. The successive bad news did not crush his respect for life, which was a rare character.
At exactly seven o'clock, Yan Feng took out a big boat from his storage bracelet. The boat landed steadily on the water, and raindrops hit the ceiling, creating splashes of water.
Yan Feng stood on the deck holding an umbrella. Every time he passed a building, he would see a group of people boarding the ship.
These people pushed and shoved each other, trying to get on board as quickly as possible, but once they were on board, everyone was still soaked.
When the ship reached the last building, before it got close, Yan Feng saw dirt falling from the roof.
"Back off!"
The disciple driving the boat reacted very quickly and immediately turned left.
The big ship turned sharply and almost tipped over on the water. Everyone on the boat was thrown to the side. Those who were leaning against the side were even thrown out and could only hold on to the railings tightly.
And to the side of the crowd, they could see from the corner of their eyes that the building was actually beginning to collapse.
There were many people in the corridor still queuing up to get on the boat. Seeing the water shaking under their feet, they all jumped into the water.
But even so, most people did not get out and were swept into the water by the walls of the building.
This scene frightened the other people upstairs who were not on board.
The people who were already on board waited until the boat was stable and then began to pat their chests hard, their hearts almost jumping out.
Yan Feng said loudly,
"Everyone, rescue the person who fell into the water."
After saying that, he took the lead and flew out on his sword, flying low over the water, giving priority to rescuing the children and women in the water.
"Brother, save me first, I can do the work!"
When Yan Feng was flying low, someone took the opportunity to grab Yan Feng's clothes and tried to climb up.
Yan Feng's eyes turned cold.
A man who could swim could hold on in the water for a while, but he wanted to rob the child and the woman of their chance to save their lives.
He pushed the people aside and flew towards the ship without hesitation, holding a three-year-old child in each hand.
"Palace Master Yan, we also want to go to Lotus Peak now. Can you take us with you?"
Shouts came one after another from the building next door.
Yan Feng said loudly,
"There is only one boat."
The
peaches on the peach tree that was transplanted in Yan Luo's yard were not yet ripe when they were all knocked to the ground by the crackling rain.
Early in the morning, the sounds of rain, falling leaves, and pounding peaches mixed together, making Yan Bao irritably open a bottle of white peach cocktail.
As a result, before the wine reached his mouth, it was snatched away by a slender, white hand.
"Children should not drink alcohol."
Yan Bao glanced at Yan Luo with resentment, and now he became even more annoyed.
Just then, there was a knock on the door outside the yard. Yan Luo used his spiritual power to open the door, and Bai Chengze, Shu Tianxu, Sheng Luan and Hu Bingyan ran in holding umbrellas.
His footsteps bloomed in the mud in the yard, and Yan Bao lay weakly on the couch.
"Master"
"Sister Luo"
As soon as they came in, they said,
"It's raining again. How long will it last this time?"
Shu Tianxu frowned and expressed his concerns.
"Our houses are not strong enough to withstand strong storms."
If the house is washed away, all their efforts will be wasted.
Yan Luo knew that the rain would not last long.
In my previous life, there had been several rainfalls like this, each lasting about five or six days.
There will certainly be losses, especially to the crops in the fields, but the amount will not be large.
"I think the rain is not as heavy as during natural disasters. It shouldn't last for a few days. You don't have to worry."
Yan Luo's words were like a magic needle that calmed everyone's nervous mood.
Sheng Luan turned and said,
"Yan Feng and the others are still at the foot of the mountain. I don't know what their plans are now."
Yan Luo smiled and said,
"There's even less need to worry about Xiao Feng. He didn't go far. He's in a small county town outside Liangshan Village. If he rushes back, he'll be back in the afternoon."