The rain from the sky is bad enough, but when it pours down directly, no one can stand it.
What huge waves, what tremendous force; if ordinary people were hit by this downpour, they'd be instantly killed.
"Let's go, the road ahead is still long, don't waste time here."
Tang Rao puts the big picture first; there's still a long way ahead, and if something happens, he'd be the one to suffer.
Without the jellyfish, without the heavy rain, the journey ahead is a bit smoother.
"Why don't we eat something? So many people have died, it feels wrong not to eat something."
After being washed by the water, Tang Rao and the others still stood on the beach. Eating something would help them muster strength for the road ahead.
"We're living solely on Immortal Energy, no need to eat, so we didn't bring food."
Tang Rao talks about eating, but Uncle Zhou didn't bring anything. He feels shy to directly ask Tang Rao.
But he can't forget those delicious foods of Tang Rao's...
