Kapitel 323: The Twelfth Game: Fire Springs Forest Park 18

As night descended, the sky began to drizzle, marking the first rain since the volcanic eruption. The raindrops were not heavy, but fine as silk. However, they fell densely and swiftly, silently dampening people's hair and soaking the thin cotton blankets, making the surroundings increasingly humid.

With such rain, the villagers naturally returned to their homes, seeking shelter. However, most of the refugees had no place to escape the rain. Clutching their meager belongings, they stood huddled under the eaves of the farmers' houses. Soon enough, some farmers would drive them away.

"Want to hide from the rain? Fine, pay up!"

"Think you can hide here without money? You useless bunch, being alive is already a blessing from your ancestors. Just find a doghouse to squat in! Hahaha!"

The arrogant insults echoed across the fields, igniting anger among the refugees.

"Damn it, who wants to join me? Let's take down these bastards!" one person stood up, loudly asking.

"I'm in!"