It is instinctual for people to seek a way out. When the flood strikes, few sit and wait for death. People around have instinctively gathered toward the church, flowing continuously.
The hall, now full of holes, is almost too crowded to enter, with people even clinging densely to the rooftop.
In the darkness, only two flickering lights were flashing.
On the steps at the entrance, amidst the howling wind and pouring rain, Elder Long Ge sat in a wheelchair, his withered hands gripping the railing tightly, almost out of strength.
His disordered white hair clung to his face, so disheveled.
The water level, the water level is still rising continuously.
In less than half a minute, it's risen another step...
At this moment, seeing the roaring convoy approaching, that stern and gloomy face twitched a couple of times, as if finally breathing a sigh of relief.
"Rescue, rescue is here!!!"
