Summer in the south is a rainy season, and it has been raining for five days and five nights. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Lei Gong's roar did not weaken in the slightest, and the heavy rain still kept falling. The whole of Walnut Bay is shrouded in a curtain of rain. Let the wailing be all over the field, the corpses are all over the river, and the heavy rain is still magnificent. The year 1998 was a year of sorrow for the whole country.

At this time, Walnut Bay has long been swallowed up by the relentless flood, and the former creek has long disappeared without a trace, and there are whirlpools and floods everywhere. The wooden houses of yesteryear have also been washed away by the floods, with only a few brick houses showing sharp corners in the mud-soaked flash flood to provide shelter. But when it comes to life and death, human affection is often the most ruthless, and countless pairs of drifting hands try to climb the only land in the vast sea. The overlords on the roof have changed batch after batch, but the flood is relentless, still desperate to swallow forward, like a black hole without end, no matter how you resist, it is in vain.

The boulders on the high mountains on all sides rolled into the torrent and rumbled, and the heavy rain fell on people's bodies like beans, making people feel painful but not daring to complain. Because they don't know how long this Grim Reaper will have to spend with their physical strength, they have to maintain their physical strength to fight the ferocious flood to the end, and they can only choose to endure.

Sun Dacai's family didn't have the energy to compete with people for the murderous land, not to mention bringing his wife and daughter and his seventy-year-old grandmother, who had just turned five, made them seem insignificant in the merciless flood, like a grain of sand in the universe, which would be wiped out at any time and no one would know. So as early as two days ago, before the terrible flood arrived, they took their wife, daughter and grandmother to climb the hundred-year-old willow tree, and tied themselves to the willow tree to death.

That night, almost all the houses in the village were washed away by the torrent, and there were sawdust everywhere, the carcasses of domestic animals everywhere, and of course, human limbs looming in the torrent. Swallowed up by the merciless flood, and thrown out by him mercilessly. The Walnut Bay was in a state of panic.

With Sun Dacai, there is Wang Quanyou's family, and like Dacai, the nursery and mother are extremely vulnerable in front of nature. They don't threaten their lives because of the quality of the other party, just like the zombies who want to fight for a piece of land. At the same time, they all know that only by relying on each other in fear can they buy more time for rescue. At this time, the government's rescue assault boat was blocked by the flood far away for ten miles, and it was impossible to move forward at all. From time to time, corpses floated under their feet, some of them knew and some of them did not. The Grim Reaper made them hug the trees tightly, and despite the hunger and cold, their desire to survive was as big as a high-flying rocket.

The silent night of murder had arrived again, and the rain seemed to be much lighter. If the rain during the day is beans, then the rain at night can only be wheat. The temporary relaxation made Sun Dacai and Wang Quanyou's hanging hearts relax a lot. But what I never expected was that just when I was waiting for my hanging heart to let go, there was a sudden shout of "help" in front of them. The shouts were so desperate, yet so familiar. Waiting for people to slowly drift closer, taking advantage of the reflection of the river, you can vaguely see the faces of people, as if there is nothing in the torrent.

By the time the human body had just floated beneath their feet, the cries had become desolate and weak. Suddenly, Dacai pointed to the bitter man in the torrent and shouted "Aunt Wang". Without hesitation, he handed one end of the rope to Yuye's hand and "pulled". Before Yuye had time to think, Dacai had already jumped into the torrent. "Dad" and "Dacai", the cry turned sad and sad. But Yuye can only hold the rope of life with Quan You, pulling tightly, pulling tightly.

The noise of the night, the gravel on the surrounding high mountains is still rolling into the river and rumbling, and the sound of the flood hitting the trunk of the tree is so crisp, just like the sound of the "card rubbing" made by the big tree when it is hung up by the strong wind, which is terrifying. The wails around them did not abate in the slightest, and a wolf groaned.

Yuye and Quan You have been holding the rope tightly for half an hour, and Yuzhu's small eyes have not left the rope for a moment, and they keep chattering "Dad" in their mouths. The other end of the rope was as heavy as a boulder, but at least it proved that the great talent was still there. They did not dare to relax their vigilance at all, and they dragged on to it, and the blood that soaked out of their worn hands had already stained the ropes red, and it had already stained the flood that swallowed the living.

The turbulent torrent came again, a meter-high torrent roaring like a devouring tiger, smashing the trunks of trees that had long been powerless to resist, and eroding the few lands that had long been stained red with blood. Death has no mercy in front of humans.

Just as Yuye and Quanyou maintained a high level of tension, the head of the rope suddenly bounced back, and Yuye and Quanyou's bodies fell back sharply, if there was no rope to attract their bodies to the tree, they would eventually be swept into the terrifying torrent. In an instant, there was no time to give people relief, and the great talent on the other end of the rope became the same as those wandering corpses, ruthlessly swallowed by the flood, ruthlessly thrown out, and finally ruthlessly digested. "Dad", "Dacai", "Son", cries, shouts broke the silent night of murder; shouted through the song of the turbulent flood; The heartbreaking cry of life changed this gloomy sky.