Another two or three days passed.
Wan Ling personally went to the outskirts of Tower City every day to observe the torrential rain.
What was extremely strange was that the rainwater would often seep inexplicably into the ground after flooding a village.
It never caused standing water for long.
Over the past few days, bad news kept coming. Four or five more villages had been covered by torrential rain in succession, and all their villagers had vanished without a trace.
This made the moods of all the high-ranking officials in Tower City increasingly gloomy.
Although the terrifying torrential rain was currently active only around the city's outskirts, it was a time bomb. No one knew when it would be detonated and come charging toward the central urban district.
"First, transfer the relatives of the Management Committee members and councilors to Cold City."
"Send more security personnel. Now that we've suffered a disaster, we need to be wary of the occasional extremists going too far."
Wan Ling issued his orders.
In any case, they had to arrange for the families of certain personnel first. As for the rest, those people could privately engage in whatever messy tricks they wanted.
Tower City was already chaotic enough. The "mysterious torrential rain" had spread among the populace, and people were quietly fleeing Tower City one after another.
Although the weather remained cold and the temperature continued to drop,
the climate was no longer much of a problem compared to the danger.
This was especially true of the merchant caravans.
They already had people and supplies at their disposal, so now they were even more desperate to leave Tower City, as though fleeing a plague.
"All right. I'll arrange it immediately."
The secretary beside him nodded, then said hesitantly:
"Captain, I heard some rumors in