Liu Li didn't want to come to such a place either, but the area around Qinzhou Road might be submerged soon, and the surrounding mountains were the highest peaks in Shanghai. If her family didn't come here to take refuge, they would all drown.

A flicker of pain and helplessness crossed her eyes. Holding her daughter's hand, she softly comforted her, "Mingyue, we came here seeking safety. Although this place is filthy and chaotic, at least it can guarantee our temporary safety."

Shangguan Mingyue, still puzzled, asked, "Why are these people in such a sorry state? Why are they fighting over a place to rest?"

Shangguan Hong sighed and began to accept his fate. He looked deeply into his daughter's eyes and said, "These people have lost their homes, their families, and everything they once had."

They just hope to find a place to rest and get through this difficult time.

Looking at the survivors around her, Shangguan Mingyue could read endless sorrow and despair in their disheveled appearance, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She walked up to a disheveled old man, handed him a piece of bread, and said gently, "Grandpa, please have something to eat."

The old man hesitated for a moment, then took the bread, a look of gratitude and warmth flashing in his eyes.

"Thank you so much! You're such kind people! I haven't eaten anything this delicious in a month." After saying this, the old man glanced around warily, then quickly tore open the bread and wolfed it down.

Shangguan Mingyue was unaware that because of her foolish actions, many people had their eyes on the few bags of supplies her family possessed.

Looking at his daughter's kind actions, Shangguan Hong couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

My daughter is too naive. She didn't notice the menacing people around her, nor did she consider that if order cannot be restored after a natural disaster, the distortion and ugliness of human nature will soon be revealed.

When you have time, you should teach your daughter to be more shrewd, otherwise your family will suffer a lot someday.

Fusang Kingdom, Xijing

Fusang is a small island nation, and its once prosperous and thriving past is now history.

For more than two months, a series of severe storms, torrential rains, and thunderstorms have devastated everything in the country.

The Prime Minister of Fusang sat at the head of the table, looking anxious and uneasy, and engaged in a heated conversation with the officials.

The Prime Minister frowned as he looked at the city devastated by the floods, feeling utterly powerless.

He anxiously looked around; the officials had solemn expressions and a hint of despair in their eyes.

The country of Fusang is surrounded by seawater, and the disaster has reached an irreversible point. They have done their best, but it is all in vain.

The Prime Minister sighed, placed his hand on his forehead, and tried to calm his inner turmoil.

He knew that as the leader of the country, this was not the time to lose faith, but rather when he needed even stronger resolve.

He stood up, his face filled with anger, and slammed his hand on the table.

"Bang!"

The officials were startled by the sudden action and stopped their discussion, looking at the prime minister.

"We cannot give up! The people of Japan need our help." The Prime Minister's voice was full of passion and determination. "This disaster is enormous, but we cannot be discouraged by it. We must persevere and do our utmost to save our country."

The officials fell silent, for they saw the conviction and hope in the prime minister's eyes. This prime minister had always been a steadfast and courageous leader, and his words inspired courage within them.

"We must unite domestic and international forces, pool our wisdom, and devise effective measures to restore normal life in Japan as soon as possible." The Prime Minister's voice resounded throughout the conference room, his eyes sparkling with hope. "We must believe that the difficulties are only temporary, and the dream of rebuilding Japan will surely be realized."

Although the officials knew there was no way to reverse the situation, they could only nod in the face of pressure from above.

They sensed a powerful force in the Prime Minister's words, and they believed that as long as they were united, Japan would surely rise again.

In the days that followed, the people of Japan launched a comprehensive relief operation. Volunteers rushed to the disaster area, providing food, water, and medical assistance.

The international community did not extend a helping hand to Japan by providing material and economic support because this natural disaster was global, many small countries had been submerged, and all the major powers were too busy to help themselves.

On the ruins after the disaster, the Prime Minister and officials of Fusang worked together, searching for opportunities for success amidst countless failures. They thought, discussed, and improved, trying every possible means to rebuild the destroyed country.

However, the efforts have not yielded significant results, and the increasingly extreme weather changes, along with the black seawater that is about to flood into the capital city of Xijing, have prompted all the high-ranking officials of Fusang to make final plans.

In the past few days, they have secretly taken away those people from various fields who are useful to society and left the island, while the rest are left to fate!

Three days later, in the Prime Minister's office conference room, officials anxiously discussed with the Prime Minister, hoping to find a solution. However, before their discussion was over, black seawater flooded the entire capital, Xijing, adding insult to injury for the country.

Upon hearing this bad news, the high-ranking officials of Fusang panicked and fled in droves.

Today is the Ghost Festival, the 14th day of the seventh lunar month. Three hours later, the entire country of Fusang was swallowed by black seawater, followed by a series of huge tsunamis.

As a result, the Kingdom of Fusang sank completely, and countless people were submerged within hours, with the death toll becoming uncountable.

Screams and cries for help filled the entire nation; fear permeated every expression and movement of the people.

A week later, when all the escapees returned to their homeland, several small boats were floating not far from the shore of Xijing in Fusang.

The people of Fusang on the ship watched in anguish as their kingdom sank, their hearts filled with sorrow and helplessness.

They were once commoners of the Kingdom of Fusang, and were fortunate enough to escape this disaster.

But the pain in their hearts could not be erased, because they were part of this country, and their relatives and friends had all disappeared into the sea.

As night fell, a mournful song drifted from the small boat in the darkness.

They sang hymns praising the land of Fusang, expressing their longing and prayers for those who had passed away. They hoped the song would reach their loved ones, letting them know that they would never be forgotten.

Knowing that the natural disaster was not over, after mourning for several hours, everyone looked with reluctance at the once prosperous island, now completely submerged in the sea, leaving nothing behind, and then reluctantly sailed away from their former homeland in their small boats.