Back to the end of the world: I rely on hundreds of millions of materials to lie down and win natura

The moment he crossed the threshold, the vibration under his feet became more intense, and the rising temperature was comparable to an extremely hot period.

Just about to pull him back, Chi Yue shouted for him with a trumpet, when he suddenly heard the familiar sound of footsteps coming from far to near.

"Master, I'm back!" Yunqi responded pantingly, the thin T-shirt on her body was soaked with sweat.

Mingzhang couldn't care less about talking about him.

He dragged Yunqi to the laid quilt, poured a ladle of water on him, and then wrapped him up in a first aid blanket.

"Wear the mask well." He reminded, hugged Xun Song who was sitting obediently beside him, and leaned his upper body forward on the quilt.

They folded the emergency blanket, listened to the roar coming from the ground, maintained the same posture, and remained motionless.

Suddenly—
The incoming tsunami hit Yuanyun Mountain.

The entire Taoist temple shook immediately, and the person who was half lying on the quilt couldn't stabilize his center of gravity, and his body shook uncontrollably.

The tables and chairs moved to the opposite wall collided, and the banging sound was intertwined with the screeching sound of the table legs rubbing against the ground, so sharp that it seemed to pierce the eardrum.

Chi Yue propped her elbows on the quilt, raised her feet slightly against the wall behind her, and while maintaining her balance, raised her eyelids to look out the window through the gap left by the emergency blanket.

The sky seems to be dyed with red light.

The strange light and shadow illuminate the night, and waves of heat rise rapidly from the bottom of the mountain, spreading through the window cracks with the wind.

The surrounding air was scalding extremely hot, thanks to the insulation effect of the first aid blanket, she was covered in sweat all over her body.

Beads of sweat slipped from between her brows and dripped on her eyelashes, like water stained with salt and pepper, irritating her eyeballs.

And the scorching sensation coming from under her body and behind her feet was like throwing her into boiling water, 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 protruded, and his feet trembled uncontrollably.

While counting the time, he was worried about Chi Yue's situation. When he couldn't calm down, he sweated more frequently. The sweat dripping from the tips of his hair and chin hit the emergency blanket that wrapped him, making a pattering sound. click sound.

Xie Changxiao and the others not far from him were in the same situation as them, sweating from head to toe, as if soaked in a round jar filled with boiling water, so hot that it was about to smoke.

"Master..." Xun Song, who was blushing, was about to say that he was so hot, but when he looked up and saw that Mingzhang's forehead was covered with sweat, he swallowed the words again, and stretched out his small hand to wipe him off.

Visible orbital pantothenic acid.

He held Xun Song tightly in his arms, comforted him to be patient, and said to Yun Qi: "Xiao Qi, hold on!"

"Okay." Yun Qiwen responded angrily, clenched his fists and silently recited the incantations taught by his master, and passed the time silently.

They were protected by emergency blankets, and although they were extremely uncomfortable, they could still bear it.

But the people who took refuge in the mountains were different.

Mingzhang and Yunqi reminded them twice, the first time they brought them two buckets of water and told them to bring the things Wen Qizhou said; Prepare.

The two soldiers were well aware of the seriousness of the situation, and immediately asked everyone to fold the suitcases and clothes in the baggage on the ground, and soaked more than [-] towels with well water in the bucket, and asked them to wipe their bodies and cover their bodies. Shut your nose and mouth.

Those with first-aid blankets in their backpacks huddled in a corner and wrapped themselves tightly; the rest of the people used well water or their own water to wet the sheets and bedding and draped them tightly on their bodies.

But when the tsunami brought fire to Yuanyun Mountain, those who failed to stabilize their center of gravity fell to the hot ground one after another, and the exposed skin of their limbs burned red for a second.

Cries of pain and screams resounded through the sky.

"Quick! Help me up!" Liang Fan's mother lay on the hot ground, her palms and elbows were burnt, and she couldn't get up when she thought about it, like ants on a hot pot.

Chi Anying grabbed her arm, exerted all his strength, and pulled her to sit back on the suitcase where the clothes were stacked.

Just as she was about to put the wet sheet on her, her obese body shook and fell to the ground from the left side again, like a round ball, rolling towards the box where Father Liang was sitting.

As the temperature soared, the temperature of the ground was no different from that of a hot oil pan. When she rolled around and stopped, the skin on the ground made a "sizzling" sound like roasting meat.

"Ah!!" Liang's mother screamed, her survival instinct made her grab the suitcase under Liang's father in extreme pain, and tried to climb up with difficulty.

Sensing her movements, Father Liang, who covered his head with wet clothes, stretched out a hand to pull her, but Mother Liang was really heavy, and he couldn't use his strength when he was out of breath. Instead, she was dragged out of the suitcase.

Liang Fan looked anxiously.

He called Shang Chi Anying together, stepped on the lava-like ground, walked quickly to their side, and helped the two people who had overheated to stand up: "Hurry up and cover your mouth and nose!"

After leaving this sentence, he turned around and sat back in his original position, picked up a water cup and poured some water on his body to keep his skin moist, while wrapping one hand tightly around the half-dry quilt, he stopped moving.

The mountain was still shaking slightly.

Those who did not find a support point fell to the ground like Liang's mother, and those who reacted quickly and had relatives and friends to help them got up in time; those who accidentally fell and could not find help often got intimate with the hot ground touch.

"Help, help..."

The seventy-year-old man who fell down the steps climbed up to Liang Fan with his sprained foot.

A ray of light from the flashlight illuminated half of the burnt face of the old man, and fell into the eyes of others, which was inexplicably terrifying.

Liang Fan was startled.

He raised his head and looked around, but he didn't see any trace of the soldier. He was hesitating whether to give him a hand, when the hand that was hanging in the air and covered with scald marks suddenly dropped down.

The sound of "嗞嗞" was heard clearly in his ears, he took a deep breath, and stopped looking at the lifeless corpse.

The main hall gradually quieted down.

The roar was far away from the mountain, and only the surging heat wave tormented everyone, making it difficult for the elderly group to breathe.

Father Liang, who seemed to have lost oxygen, took away the wet towel and took a big breath. Before the breath reached his lungs, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he fell on the suitcase in a confused state.

His wife, son and daughter-in-law on the right were all covering their heads with sheets or quilts, and none of them realized that he was dying.

I don't know how long it has passed, a young man who is always watching the temperature changes, shouted loudly: "The temperature has dropped!"

Liang Fan felt the flowing air carefully.

Confirming that the temperature was dropping, he pulled down the quilt covering his whole body, slumped on the box, and glanced to the left.

Seeing that Liang's father was still lying still, the doubt in his eyes turned into seriousness at the moment he didn't respond.

He hurriedly walked in front of Father Liang, lifted the smudged quilt over his head, and felt his breath with trembling fingertips.

"Dad—"

A mournful cry sounded in the next second, and he hugged Father Liang's shoulder, weeping uncontrollably.