Perhaps leaving the factory was a mistake.
When Ji Jue wanted to escape the cries and left the factory, he found that amidst the roar of the torrential rain, he could no longer hear any other sound besides the cries and wails.
The surging muddy water roared through the slums, carrying with it a massive amount of debris, pouring into the re-opened riverbed, rolling continuously, surging incessantly.
Tables, doors, bricks, grass, and even corpses...
In the howling gale, things were continuously flung up from the violent rain curtain, then fell, crashing onto the windows of the colt and horse.
Everything in sight was now completely submerged in the torrent.
A patch of darkness, no lights could be seen, only the sporadic glow of flashlights flickered dimly, unable to illuminate beyond a few meters. All that could be seen was a world distorted by rain—a blurred world.
The shantytown that once lay outside the city was now a vast expanse of water.
