Chapter 755 Seventeen Blood horsemen 

Central USA, Missouri.

The flood washed away a small town by the river. All kinds of garbage, cars, and furniture floated on the water like soap bubbles in a bathtub, spreading as far as the eyes could see.

The heavy torrential rain was still happening everywhere around the earth and there was no sign of stopping. 

In the torrential flood, an old Hispanic woman with gray hair, golden glasses, and a string of golden necklaces hanging from her neck, was sitting in a white round wooden bathtub. Under the raincoat, her eyes were staring blankly at the flood behind her, as she was carried away by the flood.

Along the way, some people stood on the roof of the bus calling for help, some climbed on the violently swaying tree and begged her to help them and take them away. However, there was nothing she could do.