You said you would tell fortunes, so you can catch ghosts and exterminate zombies easily?

The dragon turns into a walking dragon.

There are at least hundreds of records in the exorcism team's records.

However, only nine of them can successfully transform into dragons.

There has not been a single case in the past hundred years.

The rain is getting heavier.

The whole world seems to have become a rainy country.

Chang Yu lowered his head and glanced at the ground flooded by the lake water.

Just as I was hesitating whether to move the pot of still hot chicken to a higher place, the night sky suddenly brightened.

He turned his head and saw another flash of lightning.

Only then did a rumbling sound come from above my head.

The wind suddenly rose.

The lake surface, which originally had only shallow ripples, suddenly began to roll up waves.

A wave came and was about to hit the pavilion. Su Chen quickly drew a few water-repellent talismans and injected them into the pavilion pillars.

Seeing that the waves were hitting but couldn't get in, Chang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously pulled at his raincoat, continued to cover the pot, and picked it up.

"Shall we retreat to the mountains?"

"I guess this place will be flooded soon."

Su Chen nodded, and did not take the ghost path. In the pouring rain, he and Chang Yu walked slowly on the mountain path.

"Your water-repellent charm is quite useful. The soles of my shoes were soaked, but now they're completely dry."

As Chang Yu spoke, he quietly reached into the pot, grabbed a piece of chicken, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and spit out the chicken bone.

"They are really well-informed. We gave them a last-minute notice to evacuate the people, and they arrived so quickly."

Su Chen reminded him: "Eat slowly, don't choke."

"Would you like to have some too?"

Su Chen smiled and followed Chang Yu's example to grab it with his hands.

"It tastes good, doesn't it? We raised them in the mountains."

Chang Yu paused as he spoke.

Su Chen also saw it.

There was a dark shadow standing quietly in the middle of the mountain path.

"I can't even eat chicken in peace."

Su Chen smiled faintly: "I'm afraid he came here to watch the fun, but he looks a bit evil."

Chang Yu put the pot in his hand into Su Chen's arms and rushed forward.

After successfully dealing with a mandrill, Chang Yu waited for Su Chen to come up and motioned him to look down.

Under the dark rain curtain, a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the lake and rushed straight towards the lightning above.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared.

Chang Yu lamented, "People only know that a dragon will transform into a dragon, but they don't know that before it transforms into a dragon, it will have a battle with the sky."

Su Chen smiled: "It's not really a fight."

"One must battle against wind, rain, thunder and lightning before one can understand how to control the clouds and rain."

"But according to records, 50% of the dragons were defeated here."

Chang Yu squinted his eyes and stared at the rain.

But when I looked more closely, I couldn't find the black shadow.

"You picked a good time. It's raining so hard that I can't see clearly."

Su Chen asked him, "Want to observe closely?"

Chang Yu nodded and took out a camera.

"See if you can take some pictures and bring them back to open your sister-in-law's eyes."

"noob!"

The little white thing on his wrist suddenly flew out, and after Su Chen put a few merits into it, it grew rapidly.

Chang Yu was stunned for a moment, then surprised: "I almost forgot about this guy!"

As he said that, he grabbed two pieces of chicken from the pot and threw them into Xiaobai's mouth.

Xiaobai turned his head and avoided it.

"Hey!" Sanyu was depressed: "You don't even eat chicken."

He glanced at Su Chen and said, "It seems that you have spoiled my appetite."

Su Chen caught the two pieces of chicken in time: "Go up."

The two stood at the dragon's head. Xiaobai slowly rose into the air and soon arrived at the edge of a thundercloud.

Thunderclouds shook.

There were constant muffled groans from inside.

Xiaobai was very comfortable, and would sweep the thunderclouds with his dragon tail from time to time.

But soon, the tail seemed to be blown up and it no longer dared to move.

The thunderclouds dissipated with a bang, and a black dragon flew out.

In the blink of an eye, he was swept up by a whirlwind.

Su Chen sniffed.

There is a smell of blood.

Ximeng was injured.

There was a clicking sound from the side, he turned his head and Chang Yu winked at him.

"I took two snapshots, but they're not professional, so the results might not be very good."

"It was mainly because the speed was too fast and it was too dark."

"This wind carries icy blades. If you don't dodge in time, you might get seriously cut off."

But soon he said "Huh".

In the whirlwind, the black dragon, which had been trying to avoid it but had to go with the wind, began to move slowly against the wind.

The smell of blood in the air became stronger.

There was worry in Chang Yu's eyes: "Don't be so stubborn, saving your life is more important."

After about half an hour, the black dragon in the whirlwind became faster and quickly emerged from the wind tunnel.

The whirlwind dissipated, but the black dragon was tightly wrapped in a cloud of mist.

There was no movement at all, and Sanyu frowned.

"It's Bingyun."

"I don't know what kind of low temperature it is, but I hope my blood and qi are not frozen."

After eating the two pieces, Su Chen grabbed another piece of chicken and chewed it slowly.

Chang Yu glanced at him and asked, "Why aren't you worried at all?"

"We have done what we can, and the rest is up to her."

"It's pointless to worry. You should pay more attention to whether the people living near the lake have evacuated safely."

Originally, he came here tonight to see what it looked like for a dragon to transform into a dragon, and also to ensure that there would be no major accidents that would cause disaster to the people.

Chang Yu waved his hand: "Don't worry, we've done some ideological work before. Most people will cooperate with the evacuation. Even if there are some troublemakers who are unwilling, it's their own fault if something happens."

As he spoke, the clouds and mist dissipated.

The black dragon fell straight down.

Chang Yu was stunned and was hesitating whether to call Xiaobai to catch it. The black dragon moved, adjusted its angle and crashed into the lake.

The waves are getting bigger.

In a small village by the lake.

The hunched old man watched the stone bridge in the village being washed away, then looked at the night sky and tightened his raincoat.

"This weather is not right. It's raining so hard. Is there going to be a flood?"

In the distance, someone was jogging towards us with a flashlight.

"Grandpa, why did you come here alone? It's so cold?"

"Someone from the town came and said there might be a flood and asked us to go take shelter in the town."

"Grandma and the others are packing important things at home. Do you have any? If so, pack them up too."

The young man, holding up a black umbrella with a broken link, finished speaking in a hoarse voice, unable to help muttering.

"What kind of awful weather is this? Floods are coming right after Qingming Festival. Our house is right next to the river. We mustn't let it get washed away."

The old man turned around and said, "Don't worry, our old house is solid and won't be washed away. Even if there's a flood..." He paused and said, "Awang, let's go to the ancestral hall."

"Grandpa, why are we going to the ancestral hall in such heavy rain?"

"Are you worried that the graves of your ancestors might be washed away by the flood? Tell them in advance?"

The old man waved his hand: "Didn't they say there was going to be a flood?"

"According to the rules passed down by our ancestors, we must hang the sword under the stone bridge."

The young man curled his lips: "Grandpa, this is superstition."

"Besides, that sword is so rusty. And it's damn heavy."

The old man glared at him.

"Do you want to come with me?"

"If you don't want to go, go home."

"I'm not too old to carry that sword."

The young man quickly begged for mercy: "Grandpa, I was wrong, I was wrong, okay?"

"It's raining heavily. If I don't follow you, what if you fall?"

It is common to see elderly people in rural areas falling down and dying.

His grandfather is over eighty years old and has suffered a lot all his life. Now that his life is better, he hopes to live longer and enjoy more.

Supporting the old man, the young man quickly walked to a small courtyard.