Immortal in Horror Game: She is the Fortune Teller!

Chapter 369 - 363: Horror Doll House 11

Jiang Can carried Mrs. Jiang on his back, calling out all the way.

The flood gradually submerged his thighs, spreading to his upper body.

All around were uprooted trees and collapsed houses.

He had to struggle to avoid potential whirlpools hidden beneath the water nearby.

"Brother... help... save me!" A faint voice called from not far away.

Mrs. Jiang quickly said, "Listen! It’s your sister! Go save her! Up ahead! Up ahead!"

Jiang Can hurriedly quickened his pace, struggling to walk through the water.

Finally, they saw Erya clinging to a branch of a large tree in front of them. The floodwaters were washing over, and the tree was swaying precariously.

Erya cried out heart-wrenchingly, "Brother! Mom! Save me quickly!"

Jiang Can, with Mrs. Jiang on his back, struggled to get closer. Underwater, his legs had already been cut by countless pieces of glass and fractured steel bars.

He held onto the stump and shouted, "Come down!"

Erya sniffled, nodded quickly, and slowly climbed down from the tree.

He let Erya hold onto his neck, latching onto his chest.

The three of them trudged through the floodwaters with great difficulty.

The flood had already reached his chest.

Mrs. Jiang’s hand loosened, "Shen, put me down, I’m too heavy. Take your sister and escape!"

Jiang Can firmly grasped Mrs. Jiang’s hand, "Don’t move."

His family was on his shoulders, he could never let go!

As long as they headed for the highest place!

They would surely find a safe place.

Suddenly, a violent tremor came from beside them, the ground cracked, and the flood was sucked in.

A massive vortex with a powerful pull drew Jiang Can and the others in.

Erya and Mrs. Jiang screamed simultaneously, instinctively clutching Jiang Can’s neck.

Jiang Can gritted his teeth, clinging tightly to the stump.

His feet pressed against the ground under the stump, feeling the roots being pulled out bit by bit.

He looked around at the muddy floodwaters and vortex with a sense of despair.

Besides steel bars and shattered glass shards, there were various sizes of gravel, sharp stones, and unknown depths of earthquake fissures beneath the vortex.

If they were swept in, there were almost no chances of survival!

Jiang Can could only regret that after becoming an adult for so long, he had never awakened to Beastification and couldn’t release a Turtle Shell Shield to save his mother and sister.

The roots of the tree were about to be completely uprooted.

Erya had forgotten to cry, holding onto Jiang Can’s neck in fear, her face flushed, her messy hair full of sweat stains.

Behind him, Mrs. Jiang suddenly let go.

"Mother!"

Jiang Can quickly stretched out his hand to grab her but caught nothing.

"Shen, protect your sister!"

"Mother!!!"

Jiang Can felt his head was splitting, watching helplessly as Mrs. Jiang was swept into the flood, her head gradually submerged.

"Ah!!"

He roared, and powerful spiritual power suddenly surged from within him. It seemed something burst forth from his Spiritual Sea. Intense green light almost covered the entire village, even overshadowing the two green lights of the rescue from the other side.

A giant turtle shell appeared out of thin air, and Erya was thrown into the turtle shell.

The turtle shell closed tightly and submerged underwater.

During that earthquake and flood,

No casualties occurred.

Mrs. Jiang was rescued just in time.

Jiang Can also awakened Beastification, becoming the third person in the village with a Turtle Shell Shield.

The whole village said that the Jiang family was truly remarkable, for it had been a long time since a family produced two Beastification Spiritual Power Users.

Now the village would never lack rescue.

Amid everyone’s congratulations, Mr. Jiang laughed heartily, and the children cheered and played around.

Only in the corner was Jiang Can, silent.

The cheers and excitement of these people sounded particularly harsh to his ears.

But in the end, Jiang Can still joined the village’s rescue team.

The village chief, his father, and he each occupied a stronghold. When disasters struck, they would set up their turtle shells at designated locations, while other rescue teams were responsible for transporting villagers, the elderly, women, and children to the nearest turtle shell rescue points.

From then on, disasters in the village almost never ceased.

Earthquakes today, floods tomorrow, tornadoes the day after.

Isn’t it laughable?

Even in this green-vegetation-rich place where they lived, tornadoes could occur.

Jiang Can participated in each rescue operation.

With enough turtle shells, the villagers felt completely at ease, and there were more and more children in the village.

Having just one or two children in a family became rare; almost every household started with three children.

Jiang Can’s Beastification awakening seemed to have added a powerful insurance for the safety of their village. They no longer worried about lack of space in the turtle shell leading to someone being left outside.

The wounds on his body also grew more numerous.

And he became increasingly silent.

That day was his birthday.

Mrs. Jiang cooked a sumptuous dinner, came in limping, and carried a cake, "Shen, wash your hands and eat!"

Last time during the flood, she was sucked into the vortex, and her leg was broken.

Erya cheered, "There’s cake!"

Mrs. Jiang knocked on her head, "Go wash your hands!"

The family had a happy and harmonious meal.

Mrs. Jiang specially opened wine, allowing the father and son to drink at the table.

Since the last earthquake and flood, there had been an emotional rift between the father and son because of her, and she felt uneasy watching from the side.

Jiang Can wasn’t good at drinking. After a few drinks, his face was already flushed, and his eyes were a bit hazy.

The family finished eating, cut the cake, had some fun for a while, then Mrs. Jiang took Erya to the room to sleep.

Jiang Can and Mr. Jiang sat silently at the table.

After a while, it was Mr. Jiang who spoke first, "Stop drinking, you’ll have a headache when you wake up tomorrow."

Jiang Can remained silent.

Mr. Jiang then took a balm out of his pocket, handing it to him, "Here."

Jiang Can looked at the balm in his hand, his expression slightly stiff, "What for?"

Mr. Jiang placed the balm beside him, "Keep it with you, apply it on cuts, it disinfects and stops bleeding, very useful."

Jiang Can fell silent.

Doing rescue work might seem infinitely glorious to outsiders, with the entire village respecting them.

But only they knew how exhausting it was.

Their Spiritual Bodies were turtle shells, providing villagers with solid shelters.

But in other words, they were using their bodies to block the attacks, always carrying various injuries.

These injuries weren’t deep or life-threatening.

To the extent that, everyone thought their rescue team was powerful and invincible, that they should step up first in any situation.

He watched with his own eyes as his father, with a 40-degree fever, stood with the turtle shell, protecting the villagers for two days and nights during the flood.

As the flood receded, the villagers rejoiced, all thanking his father.

But only his mother cared about his injuries and pain.

Yet, even as it was, when facing disasters, his father still resolutely chose to sacrifice himself for the greater good.

So Jiang Can didn’t pity him, nor did he intend to understand him.

But when his father handed the balm to him, he couldn’t help but soften his heart.

He understood his father’s difficulties and his thoughts.

Yet he still insisted on resenting his actions.

That night,

The father and son, fueled by the drink, opened up and talked about many things at the dinner table.

They talked about the amusing incidents in the rescue team, about the past, about the future, talked a lot.

Jiang Can seemed to have understood his father a bit.

His father was the most responsible man he had ever seen, the strongest, most dependable man.