The next second, the hand holding onto Qibao was suddenly empty.
Still struggling, Pei Yiting was shocked, mistakenly thinking that Qibao had been swept away by the flood. He went berserk, suddenly charging out from beneath the rocks.
He was covered in mud, his head bleeding, looking terrifying.
When he emerged and looked around, he found that Yu Zenan, who was luckier than him and hadn't been pinned down, had picked up Qibao.
The house's foundation was still there, so the flood couldn't wash it away completely.
The water outside was still turbulent and murky, but not as fierce as when it first rushed in. Therefore, if nothing unexpected occurs, as long as the house doesn't get washed away, their hope of survival wouldn't be dashed.
"Quick, take Qibao over there!" Pei Yiting wisely stacked some large stone slabs together, completely isolating a safe place from the water's surface.
