The local resident took out a cup and explained to the homeless with a smile:

"This glass of water contains 300 milliliters."

"That water was delicious. I never thought I'd get to drink it again."

"Yes, it is said that it is holy water that only the holy children of the sanctuary are entitled to drink."

Local residents brought out their cups early and waited expectantly.

They looked at the refugees around them and mocked them with a hint of sarcasm:

"You are fortunate to be able to drink the holy water."

"I'll still thank the Holy Son."

Soon, the door slowly opened again.

At the command of the Holy Son, an enormous water tanker was slowly pushed out.

The awakened ones behind the water jug ​​were already panting heavily and drenched in sweat.

Li Yu peeked out and saw two neat rows of switches installed next to the water tank.

The local residents in the first row hurried to each tap, waiting with great anticipation.

The patrolmen stepped forward to supervise, and each time the switch on the faucet was pressed, 300 milliliters of holy water would automatically flow out.

Local residents rushed up to collect water.

After receiving the holy water, the locals couldn't wait to drink it all in one gulp.

Then a look of utter ecstasy appeared on his face, as if he were immersed in an incredibly wonderful enjoyment.

The onlookers, seeing this scene, were even more curious about what the holy water tasted like that could make people show such an intoxicated expression.

The displaced people also lined up one after another.

The people in the safe zone seemed to know about this water, and they all stood at the back waiting.

It seems that holy water is very rare.