Qi Shuning huddled in a corner, her head bowed low, trembling all over, evidently terrified beyond measure.
Clutching her arms, she muttered to herself incessantly.
The rescue team was at a loss. Si Fuqing was surely dead.
Only with Si Fuqing's death would her own secret remain safe.
"We can only wait for the Supernatural Management Bureau to arrive," the rescue team leader sighed deeply. "This is not a simple case; it needs to be reported."
It was not just a natural disaster, but a premeditated murder.
As everyone anxiously waited on Water Dragon Island.
Meanwhile, at the heart of the sea tornado, Si Fuqing was swimming to safety, clutching a little girl barely over ten years old.
The girl's skin had turned pale from being in the water for too long.
"Sister, let me go. You won't be able to swim out with me," the weak voice of the little girl pleaded through her tears. "You'll die too."