Indeed, the gloomy sky, the desolate flooded village, and the floating corpses are indeed strange. Liu Yong couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart when he saw all this.

It seems that the disaster here is quite severe, but hopefully not too many people have died.

Leaving this Lijia Village, Liu Yong rode his horse to Niujia Village downstream.

Niujia Village is right next to the river and is the closest village to the big river. I'm afraid the disaster there is even worse. Before he arrived at the place, Liu Yong saw from a distance that Niujia Village had been swallowed up by the gushing river. Because he didn't see the village at all. At this time, only the roofs of a few relatively tall houses can be seen.

Liu Yong stopped his horse under a big tree, and looked around, it was even more miserable, and there were more than a dozen floating corpses that could be seen with his eyes.

Liu Yong couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

It's miserable, it's miserable, I'm afraid there are still people who have been crushed to death by the flood.

The smell of dead fish and rotten shrimp was in the air. Liu Yong knew that if Tianqing didn't deal with the corpses here, there would be a plague, and the consequences were really unimaginable.

He didn't understand why Qingshenzhi County didn't send people to search and rescue the body. There was not a single figure in this circle for several miles, except for the dead.

Liu Yong shook his head helplessly, turned his horse's head and went down the river, he wanted to see the village below. Check the water situation by the way. Now it's not raining. But the river doesn't seem to be receding. He guessed that the people of Qingshen County might have gone upstream to discharge the flood.

The surroundings were still desolate, and a few vultures flew in the gray sky, looking for carrion on the ground.

Liu Yong quickened the pace of the horse and went down the river.

The next village, Zhaojia Village, was also flooded. The situation is not much better than in the previous village, except that there are fewer floating corpses here, and more of them are children's corpses.

Liu Yong couldn't help but sigh that once there is a natural disaster, the most unlucky people are women and children. He shook his head, unable to bear to look at the tragic scene any longer. This is the last village near the river, and there is no more downstream.

Liu Yong also understood the situation, but someone was needed here to deal with the floating corpse. But that's all he can't do. He roughly calculated, he walked four villages, and the affected population would probably be more than 1,000 people, plus the three villages upstream, 2,000 people couldn't stop it!

He thought as he walked back down the river.

As soon as I left Zhaojia Village, I suddenly saw that the river around me suddenly rose, and in the blink of an eye, it rose to a height of two meters, with the sound of monstrous waves, surging to the shore in an instant.

Liu Yong couldn't see it well, this wave was a posture to swallow him. Without thinking, he turned his horse's head and ran eastward. And the wave followed. It's about five or six meters away, and the situation is very critical. Fortunately, this horse is fast.

All I could hear was the sound of trees being broken by the water and the roar of the waves.

Suddenly, Liu Yong remembered a dream a few years ago, and this scene was the same as that dream. He felt incredibly strange. For a while, I thought I was dreaming. But the horse under him did not dare to slack off, and spread his hooves and galloped vigorously.

Saving his life, Liu Yong hurriedly pulled his mind back to reality, and sat firmly on the back of the horse and galloped.

Behind is no longer a wave, but a flood. Liu Yong didn't know where the water came from, and he guessed that it was probably the upper reaches of the embankment.

At this time, he couldn't think about it so much, and it was important to save his life. He remembered a dream a few years ago when there was a hill to wrap up. It was the place where he escaped the flood.

At this time, it is foggy and you can't see far from sight. So I can't see any small mountain bags. And he didn't know the surrounding environment, after all, he didn't keep all the memories of the original body. The original Liu Yong was considered amnesia when he became a vegetative person.

Liu Yong rode his horse into the fog, and the flood behind him was in hot pursuit. And it's getting closer, from a distance of four or five meters to two or three meters.

What a stake!

Liu Yong thought to himself: "Is my life here?" Fortunately, the arrangements were made in Lin'an Mansion. ”

The flood is nearer, almost on the horsetail.

This horse is really good at escaping, and immediately increased its horsepower, and galloped more than ten meters before pulling the flood two meters away, but this is still a dangerous distance.

Cold sweat was already breaking out on Liu Yong's forehead, and he really didn't want to die here.

The horse galloped all the way, and suddenly a small mountain bag really appeared in front of him. It turned out to be exactly the same as in the dream. Liu Yong immediately saw the hope of life, and hurriedly set up his horse and ran towards the hillside.

When I got to the top of the mountain, I was already tired and sweating profusely. However, the flood stopped halfway up the mountain. This scene is really the same as in the dream.

Then there must be a Taoist temple here.

Thinking about it, Liu Yong looked behind him, and it was a forest. He tied his horse to a tree and went out into the woods. The forest was wet, and the trees were dripping with water droplets from time to time, wetting Liu Yong's hair.

The woods are very small, and after walking more than 20 steps, I walked out, and there was really a Taoist temple in front of me. However, this temple is much more dilapidated than the one in the dream.

The wall skin is peeling off, and a door panel hangs diagonally from the doorpost.

Just looking at the appearance, Liu Yong knew that this was a Taoist temple without Taoist priests. He walked to the door and looked inside, where the grass was knee-long. A temple is in ruins. He didn't want to go in, because there must be no one here. He wanted to leave, but he always felt that although there was no one in this temple and there were no Taoist priests, he always felt that there was some secret in this Taoist ceremony. He was curious.

He didn't know why he felt the way he did. But the feeling is getting stronger. So much so that his feet that are about to go back can never get out.

But he really didn't want to go in, just look at this courtyard, which has been deserted for at least a few decades. Even if there was anything in it, it would rot into bones. rotten to ashes.

But he just couldn't move.

He remembered the dream a few years ago, where the Taoist temple was still very new, but the door was locked and there was no one inside. He remembered that in a dream he had shouted at the door of the Taoist temple, and no one responded inside, although he felt strange at the time, but after thinking about it, this Taoist temple must have a back door.

So he went away, went down the mountain, and then he woke up from the dream, and his whole being could not sleep again.

A strange dream, I still remember it clearly.

He turned around again and looked inside the temple, and he decided to go in and have a look, because he wanted to follow his feelings.

He raised his hand to push the intact door panel, and with a click, the whole door panel fell off the doorpost and fell heavily into the grass behind the door.