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Chapter 390 They arrived perfectly fine, but now they can't go back.
Qi Hui was not from Hainan Province, but he had heard of Rammasun's reputation.

This typhoon is the strongest since 1949, bar none.

Rammasun's status in the typhoon field is comparable to that of the TV series "Ming Dynasty 1566".
They're all the strongest!
For people in Hainan Province, there are two types of typhoons: ordinary typhoons and Rammasun.

This typhoon was so terrifying that even the later Capricorn typhoon paled in comparison.

In Xuwen, a port city, there is even a square dedicated to commemorating the typhoon's landfall.

But I heard that later, that place was partially damaged by Typhoon Mangkhut.

Hell is a joke.

"What? A typhoon?" Wu Jing held the phone, a little confused.

"It's all your fault for jinxing me!" Qi Hui said irritably. Last time they were fishing in Sanya, Wu Jing mentioned a typhoon.

Unexpectedly, he, Qi, actually encountered it.

I was wondering why the weather in Hainan Province had been so strange these past few days.

"Well... alright." Wu Jing could only nod and sigh helplessly.

He was helpless in the face of such an uncontrollable force.

We can't exactly have Qi Hui swim across the Qiongzhou Strait by force, can we?

"I might be out of contact for a while, don't worry," Qi Hui said before hanging up the phone.

When they met up with Jing Tian and the others, Lao Ling and the others stared at each other, somewhat at a loss.

Qi Hui glanced at his phone, then looked around, and said, "The weather forecast says this typhoon is very strong and powerful, possibly reaching level 15."

This is information from the weather forecast.

But Qi Hui knew very well that he estimated that in the next two days, Rammasun would soon undergo eye wall replacement, and its intensity would soar to level 17.

The reason it's level 17 is because the highest level predicted is only level 17.

Instead of Ramasun being limited to level 17.

Qi Hui asked, "Should we stay in Qiongzhou city, or go to Sanya?"

The typhoon's path is northwest; leaving this area will allow you to avoid it.

Compared to Qiongzhou, Sanya is definitely less affected.

"This...this is my first time experiencing a typhoon!" Old Ling said excitedly.
"I think we should stay and take a look?"

"This is a very rare experience!"

Anyway, nothing will happen. We live in the industrial age. High-rise buildings made of reinforced concrete can't be completely destroyed by a typhoon, right?
"I think it's okay," Jing Tian said with a smile. It was also her first time experiencing a typhoon.

Thinking about it, it's still quite interesting.

"Um..." Tang Yixin asked timidly, "Won't a typhoon be terrifying?"

She is from Sichuan Province and experienced a major earthquake. At the time, she was a college student and felt the tremors very strongly.

She has always held a sense of awe towards natural disasters.

"It's alright," Xiao Zhang laughed. "Typhoons are mainly about strong winds and rain, so there won't be any problems if you stay indoors."

"Senior brother, I think we should stay here and not run around."

Qi Hui looked around and found that apart from Tang Yixin who hesitated slightly, no one else objected.

"In that case, let's get ready," Qi Hui said with a smile. "It's good to see a typhoon."

Without further ado, Qi Hui and the others got into the car and started looking for a place to stay.

This time, Qi Hui didn't look for those big hotels.

Luxury hotels with extra-wide floor-to-ceiling windows and ocean-view rooms are vulnerable and dangerous in the face of typhoons.

Qi Hui wanted a place with good protection, no floor-to-ceiling windows, and an independent water source.

After a typhoon, water and power outages are common, and Qi Hui must take this into account.

A lack of electricity is tolerable, but a lack of water is a major problem.

Soon, Qi Hui found a guesthouse.

It has one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen, and one bathroom, and is equipped with gas, a refrigerator, a washing machine, and a sizable water storage tank on the roof.

Qi Hui looked around and noticed that all the guesthouses in the area had rooftop water tanks.

This saved Qi Hui a lot of trouble; he thought it would be difficult to find... Could this be the mature experience in dealing with typhoons?
The guesthouse is a small building with only six floors.

Qi Hui reserved the third floor, but Jing Tian volunteered to take the top floor, the fifth floor.

Tang Yixin was a little scared, so she and Xiao Zhang chose the lowest floor, the third floor.

Old Ling and Tang Yifei had no choice but to live on the fourth floor.

Old Ling was somewhat dissatisfied with the place Qi Hui had chosen; he preferred a large hotel.

These guesthouses are somewhat cramped, and I'm not used to staying in them.

Qi Hui glanced at him: "The typhoon is very strong, it might blow the French windows away, are you sure you want to take the risk?" "Uh... this..." Old Ling was speechless.

After settling them into their lodgings, Qi Hui led them out to purchase supplies.

The man went to buy outdoor portable power banks, emergency lights, and the like.

The woman went to buy daily necessities, emergency medicines, and bottled water.

This was Qi Hui's instruction; although the possibility of the water supply being cut off was unlikely, we still had to be on guard.

Jing Tian had some ideas, so she bought a mahjong set and several decks of cards.

With water and electricity cut off, there must be other forms of entertainment.

She also prepared a few boxes of Lan Jingling (a type of magic item) for Qi Hui, just in case.

Soon, Qi Hui and the others had placed a large amount of supplies in their respective rooms.

Looking at the refrigerator, which was full of bottled water, and several outdoor power banks and other portable chargers, I saw that it was completely full of bottles of mineral water.

Jing Tian put her hands on her hips, feeling a sense of security welling up inside her.

She has a bit of a squirrel complex and likes to hoard things.

At the entrance, the guesthouse owner lay on a rattan chair, drinking tea and watching the group of mainlanders bustling around with an air of schadenfreude.

It's just a typhoon.

What's the big deal?

With this typhoon, even the coconuts by the roadside couldn't be blown down, so he had to buy them himself if he wanted to eat them.

However, that evening, the weather forecast indicated that the typhoon had begun eyewall replacement.

If it fails, the strength will be greatly reduced, and it may not even be able to maintain level 15.

But if it succeeds, its destructive power is unimaginable.

Now, the leisurely guesthouse owner couldn't sit still any longer and quickly made preparations to deal with the situation at the highest level.

They have experienced numerous typhoons, and general meteorological knowledge is common sense to them.

The next day, something shocking happened: the weather station issued a red alert.

This is the highest level of warning.

This level of warning can only be described as a natural disaster.

"Yes...yes, don't worry, we've made all the preparations...yes, no problem..." Jing Tian said into the phone, letting her family know she was safe.

His tone wasn't tense; on the contrary, it was somewhat excited.

This was her first time seeing a typhoon; it must have been an unforgettable experience.

Downstairs, Lao Ling, Xiao Zhang, and the other two were also making phone calls to let everyone know they were safe.

Qi Hui had already spoken to Xiao Yang beforehand, so there shouldn't be any major problems.

Wu Jing called again, and Guo Fan and Lu Yang also tagged him in the group chat.

Qi Hui reassured them one by one, saying that typhoons are indeed terrifying, but we live in an industrial society now, and they won't cause terrible damage.

However, even so... during his university years, Qi Hui had a roommate from Hainan Province.

He had discussed this matter with Qi Hui and others, saying that this typhoon was a significant turning point in Hainan Province's disaster prevention capabilities.

In other words, when this happened, disaster prevention measures were not as comprehensive as they are now...

Thinking of this, Qi Hui couldn't help but feel a little worried.

I hope everything is alright...

The next day, the morning was calm and peaceful, with nothing but a few dark clouds and not even a breeze.

Over the walkie-talkie, Tang Yixin, Tang Yifei, and Jing Tian chatted, wondering if the typhoon had changed its path.

In the afternoon, the sky darkened, and large raindrops fell continuously, pattering against everything with a constant, deafening sound.

Old Ling, Xiao Zhang, and the others couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Has a typhoon made landfall?"

The internet wasn't as developed back then, so it's impossible to check the typhoon's location in real time, and there are no netizens broadcasting the typhoon's situation live.

Around 3 p.m., the torrential rain was accompanied by howling winds.

The raindrops no longer fell from above, but flew haphazardly parallel to the ground, like bullets on a battlefield.

Typhoon is coming
Around five or six in the afternoon, large raindrops suddenly burst open in the air, shattering into countless droplets of water mist in the strong wind.

A fierce wind swept through, carrying fine water droplets that swept everything away.

The sky was hazy white, everything was hazy white.

In the world, only the piercing howling of the wind remained.
A typhoon is coming!

(End of this chapter)