A colossal figure shuttled through the rain clouds, its form blurred by the rising mist.
The Evil God seemed particularly excited.
He was roaring.
The rain poured down, its sound immense, yet it couldn't mask his roar at all—a sound so high-pitched and resonant, like a howl or a chant.
As they passed through an uninhabited mountain village, a figure stood under the eaves, waiting for them.
Zheng Zhilan was dressed in plain blue clothes; she was so thin that she was nearly swallowed up by the pouring rain and mist.
Big Yellow quickened his pace and ran toward her.
Zhou Li took the horse to a distant stable under his umbrella. By the time he returned, Brother Nan was already chatting with Zheng Zhilan. Huai Xu stood under the eaves, looking up at the Evil God in the sky, while Tuanzi also gazed dumbly upward.
Big Yellow stood beside them, shaking the water from his fur.
The chickens in the coop huddled motionless in a corner.
