Ren Liangxu walked step by step slowly to the edge of the village boundary, reaching out to touch the surging floodwaters.
The next moment, a magnified, hideous face suddenly appeared before him, startling his heart into a sudden leap, and he withdrew his hand.
It was the face of the village chief.
The village chief opened his mouth wide, flailing his limbs in pain, trying to emerge from the water, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the flood.
The flood seemed to have strictly divided the village and the outside world into two separate realms.
The village chief frantically reached out to Ren Liangxu, eyes filled with pleading.
Ren Liangxu slowly extended his hand, gently dipping his fingers into the water.
On the village chief's hideous face, a hopeful smile appeared, and he hurriedly reached to grasp Ren Liangxu's hand.
