No one knew if there were any spirit beasts like the one-eyed frog suddenly attacking in the water.

The reason Harry nailed the raft with wooden boards and wrapped it with ropes to make it so sturdy was to prevent any monsters from appearing in the water. He was not afraid of the monsters attacking him, but he was afraid that the monsters would destroy the raft. If the raft were to be smashed into pieces, all the supplies would be lost, and he would be even more vulnerable in the water.

This was his greatest fear.

Although it was only forty or fifty meters away, Harry was nervous and highly concentrated, especially because he was not skilled in rowing. The raft rocked from side to side, slowly and leisurely approaching the building on the water's surface.

In just a short moment, Harry was so nervous that sweat was dripping down his forehead, more nervous than when he fought for his life against the one-eyed frog. After all, this was his first time rowing a boat, and he was in a situation where accidents could happen at any time.

Fortunately, the journey was smooth, and he soon approached the building in front of him. He breathed a sigh of relief, stopped rowing, and let the raft continue to float towards the building on its own inertia. He then pulled up the thick rope that served as an anchor for the boat.

Holding the rope, he aimed at the window in front of him, and threw it with force.

Three bricks tightly bound together whizzed out, dragging the thick rope with them.

With a loud "crash," the window glass shattered, and the bricks flew in with the rope, dragging the raft and accelerating it towards the window.

Harry raised his oar, pushed it against the wall, and slowed down the raft, slowly approaching the windowsill.

He inserted the handle of the oar into several tightly tied ropes, fixed it, and took out the iron hammer and kitchen knife he carried with him. He approached the window that had just been shattered but did not immediately climb in. Instead, he looked inside.

Through the window, he saw a study with a bookshelf full of books, a desk with a laptop, a pen holder with several pens, and a small Bluetooth speaker.

The door to the study was closed, and he could only see what was inside the small study.

After confirming that it was safe, Harry climbed in through the window. Stepping on the wooden floor of the study, Harry felt more at ease than floating on the raft. He also took out the kitchen knife with his left hand. This was a completely unfamiliar place for him, so Harry had to be cautious.

He walked to the desk and saw that the dust on the desk was very thick, indicating that no one had cleaned it for a long time.

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This study had nothing valuable for Harry, so he didn't look much and went straight to the door of the room. First, he listened for any movement outside, feeling that it was quiet, and then grabbed the doorknob and slowly opened it.

He opened the door a crack and looked outside through the crack.

Now that it was completely bright outside, Harry immediately saw a relatively bright living room through the crack, with a sofa set, a coffee table, a TV cabinet, and a curved-screen TV. The TV wall behind the TV cabinet looked very luxurious.

Judging from the furnishings, the economic conditions of the family here should be good. Harry thought as he slowly opened the door of the study and then walked into the living room.

Harry went straight to the double-door refrigerator in front of him. After opening the refrigerator, a musty smell hit him.

Harry frowned slightly.

There were many fruits and vegetables in the refrigerator, but unfortunately, they were all rotten and moldy. Obviously, these fruits and vegetables had been stored in the refrigerator for a long time.

Feeling regretful, Harry closed the refrigerator again.

"It seems that no one has lived here for a long time, and the big flood only appeared the day before yesterday. In just two days, these fruits and vegetables could not have rotted so severely. This is really strange."

Harry thought of the similar situation he had found in the room of the young couple before. The thick dust on the table and the soup spilled on the table had also become moldy. The timeline didn't make sense, and now there was a similar situation, leaving Harry unable to understand it.

Afterward, Harry checked the other rooms and confirmed that there were no living people. Then he walked towards the anti-theft door of the living room.

His main goal of entering here was naturally to find other survivors, and the second goal was to collect useful supplies, especially food.

He decided to check all the rooms on this floor first, to determine if there were any other living people, and then search each room carefully for useful items.

Approaching the anti-theft door leading outside, Harry's nose twitched slightly, and he smelled a hint of blood.

This immediately made him more alert.

"It seems that something is happening outside." Harry thought and stopped opening the anti-theft door. Instead, he observed the situation outside through the peephole on the anti-theft door.

There was also a long corridor outside the anti-theft door, and Harry saw bodies lying in various positions.

"These corpses, both male and female, all have their heads smashed," Harry immediately understood upon seeing them. They were all turned into undead creatures after drowning, but their heads were smashed in, causing them to die.

"Who killed these undead creatures? Could there be a survivor like me hiding here?" Harry's heart suddenly became active upon seeing this, feeling uplifted.

If the bodies were killed by other monsters, there would be no signs of being nibbled, only the heads would be smashed. The most likely explanation for killing these corpse beasts would be survivors like him.

Harry took a deep breath, calming himself down before slowly turning the handle of the anti-theft door.

As he pushed the door open, a gust of wind brought in the strong smell of blood. Harry had grown accustomed to this over the past few days, so it didn't bother him much. He activated his "Perception Rune" to examine the corpses of the fallen beasts in the hallway.

As he suspected, they were all low-level beasts.

"To be able to kill so many beasts, this survivor must be a Spiritweaver like me. I just don't know if he's still here, or if he's left like I did."

Harry slowly made his way out of the room. The layout of the house was almost identical to his own, with three households on this floor. Looking down the hallway, he felt a sense of familiarity.

Lost in thought, Harry walked down the hallway towards the anti-theft door of the second household.