Outside, the living room was flooded, water waves lapping over the sofa, with chairs and stools floating in the water.
But there was no human figure in sight.
He was taken aback: "What's going on?"
Xiaozhou also peeked and looked: "No one? Could it be a fish bumping into the door?"
"Oh, look how tense we are." Old Li couldn't help but laugh.
Old Qin also laughed: "Deng Hu has just died, Daoist Lin and the others are maintaining order, no one would dare to stir up trouble now."
"Alright, let's pull the duvet up to the fourteenth floor, drain the water, and see how many fish there are."
"Alright." The four of them responded immediately and each grabbed a corner of the duvet and walked into the living room.
Suddenly, Xiaohu felt his ankle tighten, as if something had wrapped around it.
He screamed: "What is it?"
But before he finished speaking, the thing wrapped around him suddenly tightened.
In an instant, Xiaohu plunged headfirst into the water.
"Cough cough...help..."
