Liao Fusheng: "Some people may be illiterate."

"He deserves it; who told him not to study hard?" (So, kids, you need to study hard, okay?)

Li Ruodao said, "The only problem is that collecting the bodies is troublesome."

However, it's also possible that the body won't need to be recovered.

Liao Fusheng, a Taoist practitioner, was overcome with compassion and sighed, "The water is rising higher and higher; what will become of the weak and vulnerable people?"

Li Ruo asked, "Do you know how to perform rituals?"

"Huh? No way."

Li Ruo said, "Then you can't change the facts. By the way, I went to Qingfeng Temple to look for you, but you weren't there. Did you go to inform your former family?"

Liao Fusheng was a little surprised. "Yes, he is, after all, my...father, but I was still kicked out as if I were an idiot." He said with a mix of self-deprecation and helplessness.

"So this is their fate. But that Erzhu was lucky to be saved by you, which is quite a coincidence. What's even more coincidental is that you also ran into us, otherwise you might still be in the city now."

Li Ruo smiled at him, her eyes shining brightly.

Liao Fusheng lowered his eyes slightly: "I originally wanted to go back to General Mountain to find you, so I went to the city gate, thinking that I would wait out the storm before returning to Qingfeng Temple, because I didn't have anywhere else to go for the time being."

"So you just happened to save Erzhu?"

Before any answer could be heard, footsteps and noises came from below.

It's here!

The first wave of the post-apocalyptic survival escape has begun: the battle for territory and survival supplies!

At this moment, dark clouds covered the sky and blocked out the sun.

Gale-force winds and torrential rain ravaged the land.

As the water level continued to rise, refugees who thought they could just hide at the foot of the mountain began to surge up the mountain.

Li Ruo went back inside and told her family to close the doors and windows.

"Do you want to come in?" she asked Liao Fusheng.

Before Liao Fusheng could answer, another scream of agony rang out.

"Ouch, a mousetrap!"

"Why are there so many mousetraps!"

Li Ruoxin thought it must have been Sun Ergou who had it buried, but how could a mere mousetrap stop the refugees?

"Houses, oh my god, there are houses here."

An old woman and a man came over first and saw Liao Fusheng at the barbed wire gate. "Are you the owner's guard? Can we go in and take shelter from the rain?"

Li Ruo was inside the iron gate, and they didn't see her for a moment.

Liao Fusheng said, "No."

"Just taking shelter from the rain," the man said. "Is it really necessary to be so stingy?" Suddenly, he noticed Li Ruo.