The moment he crossed the threshold, the earthquake beneath his feet became more intense, and the rising temperature was comparable to that of an extremely hot period.
Chi Yue, who was about to pull him back and shout for him with a loudspeaker, suddenly heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching from far away.
"Master, I'm back!" Yunqi responded breathlessly, his thin T-shirt soaked with sweat.
Mingming didn't bother to talk about him.
He dragged Yunqi to the quilt, poured a ladle of water on him, and wrapped him in an emergency blanket.
"Wear the mask." He reminded, hugging Xunsong who was sitting next to him, leaning his upper body forward and lying on the quilt.
They gathered the emergency blanket and listened to the roar coming from the ground, keeping the same posture, motionless.
Suddenly──
The incoming tsunami hit Yuanyun Mountain.
The entire Taoist temple shook immediately. The person half lying on the quilt could not keep his center of gravity and his body swayed uncontrollably.
The tables and chairs moved to the opposite wall collided. The banging sound was intertwined with the harsh squealing of the table legs against the ground. It was so sharp that it seemed to pierce a person's eardrums.
Chi Yue rested her elbows on the quilt, raised her feet slightly against the wall behind her, and while maintaining balance, she raised her eyes to look out the window through the gap left by the emergency blanket.
The sky seemed to be filled with red light.
Weird lights and shadows illuminated the dark night, and waves of heat rose rapidly from the bottom of the mountain, spreading through the cracks in the windows with the wind.
The surging air around her was extremely hot, and despite the insulating effect of the emergency blanket, she was covered in sweat.
Beads of sweat slipped from her brows and dripped on her eyelashes, irritating her eyeballs like water dipped in salt and pepper.
The burning sensation under her body and behind her feet was like being thrown into boiling water, and every inch of her skin was being cooked.
Wen Qizhou beside her also became dizzy under the high temperature. He closed his eyes, the veins on the back of his hands and arms stood out, and his feet couldn't help but tremble.
While counting the time, he was worried about Chi Yue's condition. In a state of restlessness, he sweated more frequently. The sweat dripping from the ends of his hair and chin hit the emergency blanket wrapped around him, making a pattering sound. A clicking sound.
Xie Changxiao and others not far from him were in the same situation as them, sweating from beginning to end, as if they were immersed in a round vat filled with boiling water, so hot that they were about to smoke.
"Master..." Xun Song, whose face was flushed, was about to say that he was so hot. He looked up and saw Ming Ming's forehead covered with sweat. He swallowed his words again and stretched out his little hand to wipe it with him.
Mingming's eyes were sore.
He hugged Xun Song tightly in his arms, comforting him to be patient a little longer, and did not forget to say to Yun Qi: "Xiao Qi, hold on!"
"Okay." Yun Qi responded angrily, clenched his fists and silently recited the incantation taught by his master, and spent this period of time in silence.
They were protected by emergency blankets and despite being extremely uncomfortable, they were still tolerable.
But people who take refuge in mountains are different.
Mingzhang and Yunqi reminded them twice. The first time they brought them two buckets of water and asked them to prepare the items Wen Qizhou mentioned; the second time they told them about the leakage of natural gas pipelines and asked the soldiers to lead them to make insulation. Prepare.
The two soldiers knew the seriousness of the situation and immediately asked everyone to fold their suitcases and clothes on the ground. They also used well water in the bucket to wet more than 30 towels and asked them to wipe their bodies and cover their bodies. Cover your mouth and nose.
Those who had emergency blankets in their backpacks huddled in the corners and wrapped themselves tightly; the rest used well water or their own water to wet their sheets and bedding and wrap them tightly around their bodies.
But when the tsunami hit Yuanyun Mountain with fierce fire, those who could not keep their center of gravity fell to the ground with high temperature, and the exposed skin of their limbs burned red for a second.
Shouts of pain and exclamations echoed through the sky.
"Quick! Help me up!" Liang Fan's mother was lying on the hot ground, with a layer of skin burned on her palms and elbows. She couldn't get up when she thought about it, like an ant on a hot pot.
Chi Anying grabbed her arm and used all his strength to pull her back to sit on the suitcase stacked with clothes.
Just as he was about to put the wet sheets on her, her fat body swayed and fell to the ground from the left side again, rolling like a round ball towards the box where Father Liang was sitting.
As the temperature soared, the temperature of the ground was no different from that of a red-hot oil pan. When she rolled in a circle and stopped, her skin against the ground made a "sizzling" sound like a barbecue.
"Ah!!" Mother Liang screamed. Her survival instinct caused her to grab the suitcase under Father Liang in extreme pain, move her body with difficulty, and try to climb up.
Sensing her movement, Father Liang, who covered his head with wet clothes, stretched out a hand to pull her. However, Mother Liang's weight was really heavy. He was out of breath and couldn't use any strength. He accidentally Instead, she pulled him out of the suitcase.
Liang Fan looked anxiously.
He called Chi Anying to step on the ground that was comparable to lava, quickly walked to them, and helped the two people who were overheated to stand up: "Hurry up and cover your mouth and nose!"
After leaving these words, he turned around and sat back down, picked up a water glass and poured some water on his body to keep his skin moist. At the same time, he wrapped one hand tightly in the semi-dry quilt and stopped moving.
The mountain is still shaking slightly.
Those who cannot find a point of support fall to the ground like Mother Liang. Those who react quickly and have relatives and friends to help them get up in time; those who accidentally fall and cannot seek help often get close to the hot ground. touch.
"Help, help..."
The 70-year-old man who fell at the foot of the steps dragged his sprained foot and climbed up to Liang Fan.
A ray of light from the flashlight illuminated half of the old man's burned face, which fell into the eyes of others, making it inexplicably terrifying.
Liang Fan was shocked.
He raised his head and looked around, but saw no sign of the soldier. Just as he was hesitating whether to give him a hand, the hand hanging in mid-air, covered with burn marks, suddenly dropped.
The sound of "buzz" clearly reached his ears. He took a deep breath and no longer looked at the lifeless corpse.
The main hall gradually became quiet.
The roaring sound was far away from the mountain, and only the surging heat wave tortured everyone, making it difficult for the older group to breathe.
Father Liang, who seemed to have lost his oxygen, took away the wet towel and took a deep breath. Before the breath reached his lungs, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he fell onto the suitcase in confusion.
The wives, children, and daughters-in-law on his right side all covered their heads with sheets or quilts, and no one noticed that he was approaching death.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but a young man who was always observing changes in the temperature shouted loudly: "The temperature has dropped!"
Liang Fan carefully felt the flowing air.
Confirming that the temperature was dropping, he pulled down the quilt covering his body, slumped on the box, and glanced to the left.
Seeing Father Liang still lying still, the confusion in his eyes turned into solemnity the moment he didn't respond.
He hurriedly walked to Father Liang, lifted the smoke-dried sheet over his head, and probed his nose with trembling fingertips.
"Dad──"
A cry of sorrow rang out the next second, and he hugged Father Liang's shoulders and burst into tears.
