The rain was still falling.
In the ruined house lay two groups of people.
On the left were the survivors Lin Qiye and the others had rescued. On the right were the victims who had lost their lives.
There were seventeen survivors and nine dead.
When a natural disaster like a mudslide struck, many people lost their lives the moment it erupted—buried beneath mud and rocks, crushed by collapsed walls, pierced through by sharp stones and branches... There was nothing they could do for those people.
Meanwhile, the survivors were all within the range of Wen Qingqing's Forbidden Ruins, using sleep to heal their injuries. The entire house was packed full, utterly silent.
Because of that, Lin Qiye and the others could only shelter beneath the broken wall outside, enduring the wind and rain.
Suddenly, among the survivors on the left, a girl with braided pigtails slowly opened her eyes.
She sat up from the ground in confusion. Her memories were still stuck at the moment after the mudslide had erupted, when she had been about to run back inside and tell her grandparents to leave, only to be tripped by the shaking ground and fall into a corner by some wall...
Where were Grandpa and Grandma?
Yaya looked around anxiously and soon spotted the two elderly people lying quietly among the group on the right.
Gritting her teeth, she climbed to her feet and rushed over to them. She shook their cold bodies with all her strength, her little face turning deathly pale with fright.
"Grandpa, Grandpa! What's wrong, Grandpa?!"
Her voice alerted the people outside. They hurried into the house and saw Yaya kneeling on the ground, shaking the old couple's corpses. They exchanged helpless glances.
Wen Qingqing pressed her lips tightly together. She walked over to Yaya