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Three days later, in the middle of the night, thick fog locked the city.

Ye Jingshu pressed against the cold brick wall and reached the dead end in the backyard of the church.

After confirming that no one was around, she took a deep breath and moved her fingertips slightly.

"Shrink to the ground."

The bluestone beneath his feet rippled like water waves, and the space folded and twisted strangely before his eyes.

She obviously only took one step, but the scene in front of her was like a revolving lantern, and she was regressing crazily.

In just one breath, when she settled down again, she had already moved to another place.

Dozens of heavy sacks have turned into entities and silently filled the abandoned old warehouse.

The unique dry aroma of new grains instantly filled the cramped space.

She quickly disappeared into the darkness and left without looking back.

The next morning, it was just dawn.

Father Ma opened the door of the old warehouse, and the rich, dry aroma of new grain hit his face.

He froze in place, looking at the sacks piled almost to the rafters, his hands trembling slightly.

He stepped forward, untied the drawstring of a sack, and grabbed a handful of rice in the palm of his hand.

The rice grains are plump and not smelly at all.

"Oh my God..."

Father Ma's eyes were hot. He knelt heavily on the rough brick floor and made a cross on his chest.

His voice trembled with excitement, "Lord, you really heard my prayer... so much, so much new food... how many people can be saved by this!"

That morning, rice soup was boiling in the porridge shed at the entrance of the church.

The refugees in line were holding broken bowls and were stunned as they watched Father Ma scoop out a spoonful of porridge that was so thick that it could hardly be poured with chopsticks.

"This...is this porridge?"

An old woman took the bowl tremblingly, her muddy old eyes filled with tears instantly.

She dipped a little of it into her mouth with her dirty fingers. After swallowing it, she suddenly covered her face and cried repressedly.

The situation quickly got out of control.

"Get out of the way! Let me fight first! My son is starving to death!"

A man with a sinister face suddenly squeezed out of the crowd.

He pushed the old man in front of him away and reached out to grab the spoon in Father Ma's hand.

"What are you doing! I got there first!" A thin woman screamed and rushed towards her.

She hugged the man's arm tightly, and her nails scratched a few bloody marks on the back of his hand.

"Get away!" The man kicked the woman in the stomach.

The woman screamed and fell to the ground, shattering the broken bowl in her hand.

"You're a murderer! That's the porridge I left for my mother!"

The woman's man rushed up with red eyes and bumped his head on the fleshy man's waist. The two instantly rolled to the ground and started fighting.

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