The Year of Lihua: She Was Reborn

There was a silence at the foot of the mountain, as if time had stood still. The heavy rain that afternoon came pouring down, scattering silver beads onto the ground, splashing countless water droplets.

The rain seemed to break the tranquility and stir up the excitement in people's hearts.

In this quiet night, getting up frequently at night has become a common occurrence. People get up and drink water again and again, each time so gently and cherished.

It was a quiet, dark and windy night, and a faint mysterious smell quietly permeated the air.

It was like a lullaby, gradually lulling people into a deep sleep...

The water in the pots, pans, and bowls seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, slowly gathering into a thin stream.

The water flows silently, continuously flowing to the dark and damp corners of the city.

They passed through the wall and disappeared behind the thick city wall without leaving any trace.

It was as if the water disappeared out of thin air, making it impossible to tell why it left.

When the sky just started to turn pale, some early risers had already gotten up in the dark to drink water.

They were half asleep and picked up the spoon and scooped it into the pot several times.

However, they were surprised to find that they couldn't feel any weight in their hands! As their eyes gradually opened, expressions of astonishment appeared on their faces.

He dropped the spoon in disbelief and put his head into the barrel again. There was not a drop of water left in the full barrel.

Some people looked suspicious, wondering if what they had just seen was an illusion.

So someone put his hand into the bucket again, but still couldn't feel any moisture.

At this moment, a feeling of panic surged in his heart and the man began to get nervous.

In the darkness, someone fumbled and opened the lids of several buckets in succession, but the result was disappointing - the buckets were empty, without even a drop of water left.

Faced with such a strange scene, they were terrified and rushed straight to the dining camp without caring about anything else.

After entering the camp, they used all their strength to lift the object covering the water tank.

When they saw that the water tank was empty, some people completely collapsed and burst into tears, "The water is gone! How could the water suddenly disappear..."

Then, he rushed into the refugee concentration camp regardless of everything.

This sudden change broke the tranquility of the night and woke up the people who were originally immersed in their dreams.

Some were still sleepy and rubbing their eyes in a daze; others climbed up from the tattered mats in panic and rushed outside.

After hearing the noise, Zuo Yun and Zuo Nian quickly got out of bed and ordered their subordinates to carefully check all water containers in the camp.

They searched again and again, leaving no corner untouched.

"Zuo Shaoqing, there's no water left here!"

"Major General Zuo, the water over there is also gone."

Reports came one after another, and the situation seemed to be getting more and more serious.

"Have you looked carefully?"

Zuo Shaoqing looked heavy-faced and somewhat puzzled: How could the water disappear out of thin air without leaving any trace?

Suddenly, there was a burst of earth-shaking crying in the camp, the sound resounded through the clouds, as if it was going to break through the sky.

At the same time, some people began to smash things to vent their dissatisfaction and despair.

The entire camp was in chaos, and the unrest was spreading among the refugees.

Zuo Nian bent down and looked carefully for something on the dry and yellow land.

His brows were furrowed, and a hint of anxiety flashed in his eyes. He reached out his hand and gently touched the ground, his fingers immediately covered with dirt and dust.

He stood up, put his muddy hand close to his nose and sniffed, but he only smelled the smell of dry soil.

"How is this possible? There's not even a trace left here. This is not something a human could do."

Zuo Nian muttered to himself, his face full of confusion and puzzlement.

He raised his head and looked towards the slowly rising sun in the east. The blazing sunlight fell on the earth like a flame, making people feel an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The sunlight grew stronger and stronger, making it difficult for Zuo Nian to open his eyes. He couldn't help but feel terrified, and found this strange scene truly terrifying.

What on earth happened? Why did such a strange situation occur?

Zuo Nian decided to conduct an in-depth investigation to uncover the truth behind this mystery, and also planned to question Hua Ye who informed him that it was raining.

Zuo Nian and Zuo Yun's thoughts coincided. Zuo Yun patted his shoulder and said, "Should we go find Miss Hua and ask her something?"

"Yes!"

The two nodded to each other...