After confirming all this, Ethan unexpectedly realized that he had become much calmer than he had imagined.

Seeing the swollen and ugly female corpse lying on the ground in front of him, he felt something stir in his heart.

The world had become completely different. Not only were there monstrous floods that could inundate the entire city, but there were also corpses and this mysterious "spiritual source."

"Everything has changed. Is this the world I was in before? It is no longer possible to use common sense to explain what has happened before me."

"I don’t know if the transformation of this female corpse is just an accidental case, or if all corpses will undergo such transformations.

If these corpses will be transformed, then this city will become very dangerous.

I don’t know about this great flood.

How many people have drowned? This city... is inhabited by millions of people..."

Ethan shuddered at the thought of that number, faintly feeling a chill run through him.

He didn't know how many people had escaped alive in this big city of millions, or how many had been submerged and turned into corpses.

"It seems very unsafe here.

The rescue team must be found early."

Ethan took a hammer and a kitchen knife and glanced at the female corpse lying on the ground.

What made him feel fortunate was that although the female corpse was very strong, it acted more rigidly; otherwise, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Ethan realized that the situation was more terrifying than he thought. He soon returned home, closed the security door, walked into the bathroom with the kitchen knife and hammer, and looked at the wound on his forehead in the mirror.

He found that the wound was a little red and swollen. Fortunately, it was only slightly broken, and it was not serious. There was a slight cooling sensation in the wound. In a short time, the wound closed, and the speed of recovery from the injury was surprising.

Ethan took a towel and carefully wiped off the blood that was about to solidify on his face, then cleaned the kitchen knife and hammer. However, he found that the water from the faucet was getting smaller and smaller, and in the end, only a drop was left.

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"The water really stopped." Ethan sighed, not surprised. Fortunately, he had boiled a lot of water in advance and filled a few water bottles. In addition, he also filled two pots, one large and one small. With that, he wouldn’t worry about a water shortage for the time being.

As for the outside world, although it was full of water, no one knew whether it was clean, whether there were parasites or germs, and Ethan dared not use it.

Holding the cleaned knife and hammer, Ethan walked out with a bundle of quilts.

When he reached the top of the building, he placed the quilt on the ground and looked around.

There was no line of sight on the top of the building.

What Ethan could see was the vast and boundless water surface, which was as wide as the ocean and could not be seen at all.

The boundary, like this whole world, had become a water world.

"What a terrible flood to cause such a consequence." Ethan couldn't help but clench his hands.

Looking at the nearest building emerging from the water, it was also a thirty-story structure. The distance between each building was only forty or fifty meters. Ethan looked at the thirtieth floor that was out of the water, wondering if there were survivors like himself.

"No matter what, I have to find a way to see." Ethan thought silently.

Then he lit the quilt, creating a lot of thick fog.

Watching the thick fog rise into the sky, Ethan thought to himself that if there were any survivors in that building, he would be able to see the rising fog and they might react.

Unfortunately, after half an hour, he didn’t observe any signs of life in the building, let alone any reactions. He could only give up waiting and return down the stairs.

When he descended the stairs to the thirtieth floor, he casually swept his eyes around, and his heart suddenly moved, making him stop.

The stairs leading to the twenty-ninth floor were completely flooded, and the water level was about to flood the thirtieth floor.

"I clearly remember when I came here for the first time, the water level was four or five centimeters away from the ground. Why is it about to submerge now? In such a short time, the water level has been rising for several centimeters. This water level... is still ascending slowly?"

This discovery made Ethan's scalp numb, which meant that the thirtieth floor he was staying on was not safe, and the water level could change at any time, even submerging the thirtieth floor.

This made him anxious.

"No, the raft must be set up as soon as possible. No one knows what will change next."

Feeling the urgency of the situation, Ethan rushed back down the corridor after three steps in two, busy starting to make a raft.

Except for the door of his bedroom, he removed the other two wooden doors from the house and decided to combine these two wooden doors together to make a simple raft.

He estimated that these two wooden doors should be able to withstand his weight and would not sink in the water.

He remembered that when he was a child in the country, there were people in the village who could float on water by standing on a wooden door while holding a penny. It should be feasible to put the two wooden doors together by himself.

Then he opened the mattress again and removed all the wooden boards underneath.

He placed these wooden boards on the two wooden doors horizontally and then nailed them together with iron nails. In this way, a simple raft was completed.

There was no rope at home, so he found a bed sheet and duvet cover, and cut them into long strips with scissors, weaving these strips into ropes.

Soon the day passed. He knitted several long ropes, fixed one of them to the raft, and kept the others for future use.

After he finished, the sky darkened. Ethan ate two pieces of bread to satisfy his hunger and walked to the balcony window.

He had to make sure that the windows were closed; night was about to fall, and the female corpse that appeared during the day made him feel unsafe here.

Just as he walked to the balcony, he suddenly saw a corpse floating in the water outside the balcony window.

The corpse was facing the water, and he could only see its back, floating only one or two meters away from his balcony window.

Ethan's heart sank, and his face suddenly became difficult to look at. He clearly remembered that he hadn't seen this corpse during the day. Where did it come from?

"Damn, this corpse won't change too, will it?"

Ethan looked at the floating corpse so close to the window and felt uncomfortable. He finally couldn't help but pick up the clothes rail, open a window, and extend the clothes rail to push the floating corpse away.

As his clothes pole just touched the corpse to push it away, suddenly the head of the corpse lifted up.