'How did they get here in such a heavy rain...' This thought came up, but was quickly put down. Now lives were at stake, and everyone had too much time to take care of themselves, so how could they care about others.

As the palace door closed, the sound of wind and rain was temporarily isolated. The young gentleman cupped his hands and said: "I was on my way on a day of heavy rain and happened to come here to take shelter for a while. I have disturbed you all."

Zhao Sishui hesitated for a moment and returned the courtesy: "Sir, you are too polite. You and I are just passers-by. We are just stopping at the Water Temple for the time being."

He stretched out his hand and said, "It's cold outside. We've set up a bonfire and cooked porridge and rice. If you don't mind, sir, you can come over and get some."

The young gentleman thought for a moment and said, "No need to bother me." He and his maid stepped forward and stood by the bonfire, and others brought bowls and chopsticks to them.

This person seemed to have little experience of walking outside. Without thinking too much, he lowered his head and took a few sips, and said with a smile: "The porridge is soft and delicious. Thank you for this, big brother."

Zhao Sishui forced a smile and said, "I am Zhao Sishui, the leader of the caravan. Because the inn is full of guests, I am staying here temporarily. These are brothers from my family who are just trying to make ends meet. Although we met by chance today, I got to meet Mr.

It's fate, you don't have to be polite."

The young gentleman held up his hand and said, "I'm Luo Guan, this is my maid."

"I've met Mr. Luo." Zhao Sishui bowed his hands.

After a while, Zhao Sishui was called by someone from the caravan. A brother from the same clan frowned beside him, "Brother, what time is it? Do you still have the time to chat with that gentleman? I don't feel very good. We must find a way."

, otherwise I’m afraid they’ll all be buried in this city.”

Just now, what Mrs. Wang said about the city wall resisting the flood peak was just to comfort herself. They have traveled all over the country and have seen a lot. Of course they know how powerful the flood peak is. A wave can be several feet high. How many times can a strong city wall withstand the impact?

It will fall apart quickly.

Zhao Sishui frowned and said, "Keep your voice down!" He glanced at the gentleman and the maid from the corner of his eye, and he was relieved when he saw that they had no reaction.

"This gentleman... is an extraordinary person. You must not offend me. There are piles of firewood behind the Guanshui Temple. You go find some thick ones and get ropes. Once the water gets out of control, tie yourself to it. As for that,

The goods..." He looked distressed and gritted his teeth and said: "Everything that should be lost has been lost. The most important thing is that people are here, do you hear me?"

"Yes, brother!"

The caravan members remained calm and moved toward the back of the Water Temple.

Zhao Sishui turned around and glanced at the gentleman again. It was stormy and the weather was terrible. Just now, their master and servant pushed the door open and entered the temple, but they didn't get wet at all.

Although he was walking with an umbrella, what was the difference between holding an umbrella and not holding an umbrella in such weather? Zhao Sishui suspected that he had met some of the strange people mentioned by the old businessmen.

means.
Chapter completed!