"The river is getting more and more ferocious, how long will we have to hold out!?"

"Carry Lao Tzu to death!"

The one-armed man who had asked a question nodded, and continued to lean hard, resisting the stone wall from the impact of the water and collapsing, but it didn't look very good, and his whole body was red.

Next to him, there was a boy of eight or nine years old, looking worriedly at the one-armed man, his lips trembling but not speaking, a little hesitant.

The one-armed man saw the boy and smiled at him and shook his breath.

The boy lowered his head and continued to hold on silently, but secretly approached the one-armed man for a few minutes.

"Alas......"

Yao Shui sighed helplessly, the shout just now was shouted by him, and now seeing the scene of the one-armed man and the little boy, an inexplicable feeling arose in his heart, his eyes became softer, and he shouted at the top of his voice:

"Come on, hold on! Let's resist this flood!"

"Boss An has gone to find the source of the riot, we must hold on and wait for him to come back!"

The hoarse sound reached the ears of everyone who formed the "human wall" and was carrying the stones, and immediately made it a little more imposing.

"Yes!"

The sound resounded like thunder in the sky.

"Uncle Yao Shui!"

Yao Shui heard someone shouting to him, and immediately looked over in surprise, "Ann...... Why are you here?"

An Qing ran over briskly from behind, tugging at Yao Shui's trouser leg and asked anxiously, "Where is my father?"

Yao Shui opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Cousin, come, I've brought something. At this time, Yao Huo had already run over, panting, and handed Yao Shui the big bag of cloth in his arms.

"Good. Yao Shui immediately took it and nodded in response, but then glared at Yao Huo and said, "Why did An Qing come over too!?"

Yao Huo scratched his head, and then he came to his senses, "I'm sorry... I forgot... At that time, I was looking for someone to come and help......"

"Hurry up and take An Qing out of here!"

Yao Shui scolded, then bent down slightly, broke An Qing's little hand, and hurriedly ran forward, not forgetting to look at the two of them behind him and shout: "Now, you follow Uncle Huo out of here, hurry up!"

"Boom—"

The white spray hit it, passed through the gap in the stone wall, and slapped on An Qing's body.

The roar of the river became more and more intense, and the rolling white waves seemed to be tireless, like a ferocious beast trying to destroy the stone wall that stood in its way.

Everyone gritted their teeth, regardless of the cold and mud on their bodies, they always insisted on their position, struggling to prevent the stone wall from collapsing under the impact of the river.

Yao Huo immediately pulled An Qing's arm, "Let's go, let's go, Uncle will take you to a safe place first!"

"No, where's my dad? I'm going to find my dad!"

An Qing struggled, her little hand came out of Yao Huo's palm, and then ran forward.

"Alas!"

Yao Huo shouted, wanting to step forward and grab An Qing back, but suddenly his feet slipped, and then he fell to the ground in a daze. By the time he looked up, the little figure had already run away.

"What the hell ......" Yao Huo clenched his fists and angrily slammed a flat round stone next to him.

"Boom-"

Another loud bang.

But this time it was not the sound of the rushing river crashing and churning, and everyone looked up at the sound of the roar above the thick layer of dark clouds above, in the sky.

Thunder flickered, constantly flashing his figure in the dark clouds, like a sharp blade, trying to split the thick dark clouds alive.

Under the bullying of lightning, the dark clouds shed tears, and a series of raindrops formed silk threads, like a curtain hanging from the sky.

The thunder intensified and the rain continued.

In the blink of an eye, before everyone could react, the dense rain was poured down with the roar of lightning and thunder, ruthlessly pouring on everyone's heads.

Everyone began to shout, to make sure that the one beside them had not left them, and the continuous sound of rain did not seem like the favor of heaven at this time, but a ruthless sharp blade.

cut mercilessly into the hearts of everyone.

"This dog ...... God"

Yao Huo got up, his eyes searched everywhere, but he could only see the hazy figure not far away, how could he find that small back, the rain at his feet flowed past, and his whole body was full of cold.

After scolding in a low voice, there was no way, Yao Huo could only give up the idea of pursuing An Qing again, and hurriedly ran to the side of the "human wall" and asked a burly middle-aged man.

"What are you talking about!?

The burly man almost completely tore his throat and roared, his eyes wide, because the river, the lightning and the continuous downpour were really difficult to hear, and his ears were numb by the "boom" sound one after another.

Yao Huo used his palm to pull away the hair that was wet from the rain and fell to his eyes, rubbed his red eyes, and also pulled his own voice and shouted:

"I'm asking you!

"Boss Ann jumped into the river! not long after you left!"

The burly man replied, the green tendons on his forehead burst out, and his two arms were supporting the stones piled up behind him, both arms were already congested and turned red, and his five fingers were a little purple and black. But even so, the burly man still did not flinch at all.

"......"

Yao Huo stomped his feet and scolded, this is not easy to do, Boss An has already entered the river at this time, he should be looking for the cause of the rising tide, and he is still making trouble at this time and brought his baby daughter An Qing over......

Very irritable in his heart, Yao Huo suddenly raised his hand, slapped him in the face solidly, and then spat a mouthful of blood foam on the ground, and began to look down and search the ground, looking for a suitable stone, which was superimposed on the stone wall where the river was about to overflow.

"Boss, I'm sorry for you, old fire......"

Yao Huo felt guilty and secretly said in his heart, constantly accusing himself of his own mistakes. But the movements of his hands did not slow down, and he picked up the stones again and again and sent them, only in this way could he reduce the guilt in his heart.

The heavy stones were stacked on top of each other, so close together that there was only a slight gap. But there are still many rivers flowing through those tiny crevices.