Wang Xiaocao's Fast Travel

Not long ago, a large cyclone appeared near the town. A huge wind column connected the sky and the earth, and the airflow and clouds formed by the violent cyclone kept twisting and changing their shapes, which looked like a magical blockbuster under the dark thunderclouds.

It was too late for people to escape, so they could only huddle in the corner of the house, shivering and praying that they could escape. Unfortunately, nature was the most ruthless, and no grass grew wherever the tornado passed.

Everything was destroyed, all kinds of garbage and people and animals were swept away, and there was no future or hope.

It seemed that the only people left in this world were Wang Xiaocao and his aunt.

The accident was too sudden, and even Wang Xiaocao, who was "battle-hardened", was still frightened by the destructive power of nature. After she recovered, her first reaction was to open the door and let the old couple in.

"Auntie, uncle, come in quickly, this air-raid shelter is very safe."

"No need." Unexpectedly, what the old lady said made Wang Xiaocao confused. No need? Why?

"Xiao Cao, can I call you that?" the old lady continued, her eyes were complicated, as if she was recalling something. "It's the same name as mine, Xiao Cao. How long has it been? Almost ten years, I've never called you that name again except on your memorial day."

"Xiao Cao, I'm sorry. It was Mom's fault. You are right. We are all sinners. This disaster is retribution. We deserve it."

"Dead, everyone is dead, buried with the innocent souls, this is the end of committing evil deeds. Karma is cyclical, and the time has come for us to atone for our sins." The old lady's expression was calm, as if she was not going to die, but rather felt relieved from a heavy burden.

"Do whatever you want, I will always be with you." The old man wiped away her tears and followed her as always.

"Yeah." The old lady held her husband's hand, and the two looked at each other, saying nothing. The next second, they both took a big step forward at the same time, and the moment they left the door of the air-raid shelter, they were like an insignificant feather that disappeared into the sky with a tornado.

All this happened too fast. The old couple had a tacit understanding for their entire lives. With just one glance, they were ready to die. So, by the time Wang Xiaocao understood their intentions and wanted to stop them, it was too late.

A slight mistake can lead to a huge difference! Even though Wang Xiaocao opened the door and rushed out immediately, he was still a step too late. His outstretched hand was just a little bit away from grabbing their arms, but he still missed them.

Of course, she didn't rush out blindly. After all, the air-raid shelter had a safe range. Her posture was almost like holding the door handle with one hand and grabbing someone with the other hand. In this way, she could directly use the force to return to the air-raid shelter safely.

Unfortunately, the man was not caught, and he died here. No one expected that the door of the safe house could be damaged by human beings. The previous strong impact had already put the door in danger. Now that Wang Xiaocao had pulled it like this, it had to resist the force of the tornado. It couldn't bear it at all!

As half of the door collapsed, Wang Xiaocao's eyes went dark and she felt weightless. It was over! Although it didn't affect her clearance now, the damage she suffered in the last few minutes of the dungeon was real. Would it be too cruel to die by being blown away by a tornado?

In just a few seconds, Wang Xiaocao was filled with thoughts. The feeling of being carried up to the sky by the wind was so beautiful that no one would want to experience it.

Just when she thought she was about to fall, suddenly, there was a tug, and her body, which was flying in the tornado, was forced to stop. What happened?

Wang Xiaocao calmed down her dizzy head, opened her eyes and looked around, finally figuring out the current situation. For some reason, a familiar silk thread was wrapped around her waist, and the other end of the thread was tied to the safe house below, just like flying a kite, except that it was her who was flying.

Although the silk thread is so thin, it is surprisingly strong and does not move at all in a tornado.

The more Wang Xiaocao looked at the thread, the more familiar it looked. Eh? Wasn't this the sewing thread that she had taken from the locked room on the first floor of her aunt's house? She subconsciously touched the thread with her fingers, and suddenly, a familiar reminder sounded.

"Instance props: traction line (traction props, also called kite line, can be used in natural disasters such as tornadoes and typhoons. After use, it can restrain the player from being blown away by the strong wind.)"

Article 10 of the Natural Disaster Game Rules: Three clearance items are randomly distributed in each instance, and there will be a prompt when the player triggers the item. The three items are set differently and there is no pattern. The items can be snatched but cannot be bound, and they will disappear directly at the end of the instance.