Jian Ning knew in her heart that the torrential rain brought by this typhoon would not stop for at least another month.
The water level kept rising. At first, various localities were able to organize rescue and relief efforts, but after half a month, they basically gave up.
At that time, the floodwaters had already submerged the sixth floor, and in lower-lying areas, it could have reached the tenth floor. Countless people lost their lives in this flood.
That's not the worst part. The bacteria and viruses brought by the high temperatures and the rotting corpses of people and animals are the most deadly.
No one can stop the end of the world from coming; as time goes by, that day will eventually arrive.
Because Jiangshi is located on the coast, the property manager, Xiao Liang, quickly started sending messages in the residents' group chat.
We remind everyone to bring all items from the balcony indoors, avoid opening windows as much as possible, and store plenty of tap water in case of water or power outages.
Jian Ning was reading the group messages when Li Mingxuan called again.
"Is there something you need?" Jian Ning's tone was extremely cold.
"Jian Ning, why aren't you replying to my WeChat messages? Have you checked the weather forecast? A typhoon is coming. Is your place safe right now?"
I'm currently staying at the best hotel in the city, and I've stored up more than two weeks' worth of food and water. That's enough for us. Do you want to come over?
"Thank you, but no need. You should focus on your own safety. I don't need your concern." Jian Ning didn't want to listen to his nagging anymore, so she hung up the phone and added the number to her blacklist this time.
She didn't believe this person was suddenly being so kind; Miao Xin must have given him some brilliant idea again. Jian Ning really didn't want to pay them any attention.
"Xiao Ning, don't go back tonight. Stay here with more people and it'll be safer." Jian Anping was still a little worried. This typhoon came so suddenly, with strong winds and lightning. He remembered that his sister had always been afraid of thunder since she was little.
"No need, my room is safer than yours. I'm going back now. Contact me by walkie-talkie if anything comes up. If a typhoon comes, the internet might be down."
The air in the hallway was incredibly stuffy and hot, making it hard to breathe.
Jian Ning walked a few steps back to the door, entered the password to unlock it, and suddenly heard a noise from the elevator behind her. She turned around and looked.
A man dressed in black walked over, pulling a rather large bag. Despite the sweltering weather, he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and trousers, and the dragging sound suggested that the bag was quite heavy.
He held on with one hand, showing no sign of strain. Beneath the hat, a pair of sharp eyes glanced indifferently at Jian Ning.
He must be coming from next door, or maybe he lives here? Jian Ning watched him walk past her expressionlessly, then used her hand to block the path as she continued entering her password.
She had no intention of getting along with her neighbor; this person clearly wasn't someone to mess with. He gave Jian Ning the impression of a lone wolf from a post-apocalyptic world.
If possible, I don't want to have too much contact with him.
After entering the house, he carefully closed the doors and locked them from the inside. Then he went into the space of the jade pendant and set a goal for himself: he must advance to the fourth level of Qi Refining today.
Overnight, he absorbed the spiritual energy from the remaining antique ornaments and finally broke through to the fourth level of Qi Refining. With a thought, a water ball the size of a fist condensed in his palm.
Jian Ning couldn't help but smile. With this water ball technique, she would never be afraid of being thirsty again.
Although there was a small river in the space, this external object was never as powerful as her own, and it might disappear one day, just like her immortal abode, which she still couldn't communicate with. The thought of it made her incredibly frustrated.
Stepping out of the room, it was so stuffy that it was almost impossible to breathe. To save electricity, she hadn't turned on the air conditioner when she wasn't in the room.
Holding my breath, I walked to the window and opened it. The air pressure was extremely low. As soon as I opened the window, a wave of heat rushed in.
White, feathery clouds were slowly gathering in the distance, and the low-lying clouds outside were almost pressing down on the window.
All signs indicate that a typhoon is approaching.
"Hey, Xiao Ning, aren't you up yet?" Jian Anping's voice came through the walkie-talkie, sounding quite cheerful.
"Get up, what's up?" Jian Ning picked up the walkie-talkie from the bedside table.
"Come and have breakfast quickly, my mom is waiting for you, I'm starving!"
"Don't wait for me, you eat first, I'll be right there."
I washed up, changed into a cool dress, and even put on some beautiful makeup. Even when I'm staying at home, I still need to have a sense of ritual.
While we were eating, the international news on TV kept broadcasting:
Breaking news: A certain country experienced a once-in-a-century torrential downpour early this morning, flooding vast slums and paralyzing the city's entire drainage system.
Heavy rains and tornadoes have struck the southern region of an African country, causing severe flooding. Infrastructure in sixteen provinces and cities has been severely damaged, resulting in over a thousand deaths and displacing hundreds of thousands homeless.
The torrential rains triggered flooding, causing subway service to be suspended in a foreign city. The death toll is estimated to exceed tens of thousands.
"What's going on? It's like God doesn't want people to live. Why is it raining so heavily all over the world? Will something terrible happen to us here?"
Aunt Li watched the news on TV and was very worried.
"It's alright, we're on the sixteenth floor. Even if there's a flood, it won't reach here. Don't worry, Mom." Jian Anping picked up another piece of egg pancake and put it in her mouth.
The chicks Jian Ning brought laid more than twenty eggs that very day. There were way too many eggs at home to eat. Aunt Li, worried they'd spoil in the heat, not only boiled tea eggs but also added five or six to the pancakes.
"Look, what are they doing in those bungalows downstairs?"
Uncle Li eats quickly. After finishing, he leans against the window with binoculars, looking out at the scenery, paying particular attention to the row of bungalows behind the residential area that haven't been demolished yet.
Right now, you can see that almost every household is busy. People are constantly walking back and forth, which is not normal at all.
"Let me see." Jian Anping also picked up a high-powered telescope, which he had bought at the supermarket—more than twenty in one go. It was coming in handy now.
"Dad, are we moving? I see the groundwater is even on the bed. Slippers and washbasins are floating in the water."
"The typhoon hasn't even hit yet, and it's already this powerful. All these people definitely need to take shelter in the air-raid shelters up in the mountains." Jian Anping looked carefully for a while, then turned back to Uncle Li and said.
"Shall we go too? Is this building any good? What if it gets flooded and collapses?" Aunt Li stopped eating and paced around worriedly.
"Mom, please sit down. It's alright. This building is made of reinforced concrete; its earthquake resistance level is at least magnitude eight."
"It's safe." Although Li Mengyao was also a little scared, she still held onto Aunt Li and gently reassured her.
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