Something felt off.
Even with the poetic phrases from two seniors ensuring one could safely survive the Wind Disaster—
Wu Xiaode still hurriedly felt something was amiss.
It was like when he was fifteen and went to the boys' bathroom after class at school, only to find seven or eight people inside ready to gang up on him.
—But there was no time to worry about that now.
"First, buildings are relatively safe places," he said.
"But wind, this thing generated from the Void, permeates everywhere, it can even unleash the Wind Disaster directly around your body."
"Watch closely!"
The Qilin did a handstand.
It released its hands, stood on its head, and said to the screen:
"I just felt the wind coming from the west, so I had to do a handstand to avoid dying."
"Here's the strategy for surviving the Wind Disaster:"
"An anonymous author composed a rhyme to help everyone remember how to get through the Wind Disaster, listen well."
