The clouds grew thicker and thicker, seeming to press right down on people's heads.
The sky was so dark it felt as though night could fall at any moment.
Raindrops the size of soybeans came pelting down. The driver whipped the horses with all his might, and the carriage sped through the rain, sending water flying as it charged into the County Office.
Old Yan didn't even bother with an umbrella. The moment he got down, he shouted, "Disaster!"
"A great disaster!"
Song Lu stood beneath the eaves with her hand on her saber, perplexed. "The County Office has a warding relic of the dynasty. The uncanny dare not set foot inside. Old Yan, why are you so alarmed?"
Old Yan had already rushed inside to find Ma Tianshou.
Song Lu was about to follow when she suddenly noticed the pooled water on the ground flowing upstream out of the drainage channel at the corner of the wall. In the courtyard before her, it gradually piled higher and higher, then transformed into a three-year-old child.
The child's head hung slightly, and it stood with its back to Song Lu.
Water gurgled upstream beneath its feet. The rainwater was not draining into the channel; instead, it was carrying water from outside into the County Office.
Before anyone knew it, the water inside the County Office had risen to a foot deep, more than twice the level in the street outside!
Along the County Office's perimeter, the water had risen into the air as if an invisible dam had enclosed the entire compound.
And the drainage channel continued to carry water backward, while the level inside the County Office kept rising rapidly.
Song Lu's eyes widened in shock. "What kind of uncanny is this? It actually got into the County Office..."
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