The rain has not stopped, and the floodwaters roar like an insatiable giant python.
The shrine statues are submerged in water, with the gold lacquer of the Buddha peeling off piece by piece, revealing the decaying wood within.
On the high hillside, the surviving villagers stand numbly, staring at the distant submerged fields and the rooftops protruding slightly above the water line.
The water level in the streets continues to rise, with murky waves pushing restlessly. Heart-wrenching cries can be heard everywhere.
"Has anyone seen my grandson Chang? He was just here, but how could he disappear in the blink of an eye?"
An elderly hunched woman frantically clutches at people on the high hill, asking. In the end, she only gets one reply.
"A child just fell in."
She cries out in grief, clutching the person's hand tightly.
"Since you saw him, why didn't you pull him up? That's a life, it's the root of the Liu Family!"
She is fiercely pushed away, even spat upon.
