Another day passed, and outside the storm showed no sign of letting up. The horrible weather, combined with the terrifying atmosphere, had everyone in constant fear.
The rescue personnel still hadn't appeared, and the rescue operations repeatedly failed. After continuous attacks, the number of trapped people dwindled, and a sense of hopelessness about escaping gradually spread among everyone.
Gu Fan sat on the ground, arms crossed. He was still thinking and hadn't given up.
Indeed, Gu Fan had never been so frightened before, his legs were trembling with fear, which forced him to sit on the ground. But he couldn't retreat; if he gave up, what about Li Shi?
Someone looked at the empty backpack, then swallowed and said with difficulty, "Does anyone have food and water? I'm a bit hungry."
Upon hearing this, everyone avoided looking at the person. Now food and water were more precious than gold; who would be willing to share?
