On Shenluo Island, thousands of miles away.
"The weather is not good today, and it's going to rain soon. Do you still want to go out?"
The old woman picked up the clothes from the drying rack and looked at Pu Piaole as if he was an alien.
This was the first time she had looked at her son in this way.
If it weren't for the fact that his paralyzed posture on the sofa didn't change, she would have thought that her disappointing son had been captured and replaced by aliens.
Unlike the depressed and dispirited Pu Piaole used to be, he was now full of vigor and energy as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
Which family's girl was so charming?
People were in high spirits when they encountered happy events. After using the colonists' tricks that he learned from books, Pu Piaole's trade with the water snake was extremely profitable.
It seemed that the endless treasures in the deep sea were in the arms of the water snake. There was an inexhaustible supply of gold, silver, and jewelry, and countless treasures could be found in the deep sea.
Pu Piaole wasn't stupid enough to sell all of the sea dragon's treasures. He only took one or two ordinary-looking safety items without inscriptions and took a car to other towns on the island to pawn and sell them.
He only said that they were family heirlooms. Ancient items were inevitably of poor quality, but no matter how poor they were, they were still precious metals.
This was thousands of times better than foolishly being a security guard. Pu Piaole didn't even have the heart to give up the Sea Dragon. This was an immortal in the myths who helped poor people. Eating and drinking well and serving well was like sitting on a mountain of gold.
"It's okay. It's not raining hard. I'll be back soon."
The sea dragon's requirement for fried chicken had been raised to twenty pieces a day. Occasionally, he would eat something else for a change of taste.
He had completely forgotten his identity as an aquatic animal and lived a peaceful life as a useless snake waiting for fried chicken to be delivered to his mouth every day.
Carrying large and small plastic bags, Pu Piaole slowly walked to the canteen.
The little ghost's face was serious at first, then twisted. After twisting, he squeezed out a smile with difficulty. "Brother Pu, you're here."
His expression changed to one of humiliation, disdain, struggle, and flattery. The performance of a little actor could make a popular star stand up and take a beating.
"Cigarettes, the best. Three packs. Bring them to me."
Pu Piaole took out a piece of paper money and spread it on the table.
"Okay."
The cold sea breeze blew over and messed up Pu Piaole's hair, almost turning her hair into a 70% split.
Pu Piaole lit a cigarette and tidied up her parted hair. Seventy percent of her eyes were filled with melancholy and thirty percent with eye ulcers.
In terms of temperament, Pu Piaole had a firm grasp on it.
He and Hai Long no longer agreed to meet at the beach behind the village. Instead, they met at a more secluded place under a cliff. There were rocks on top, and other than the two sides, Hai Long could not be seen anywhere else.
"Twenty of them, all good stuff. I'm honest with you. It's your turn to deliver the goods."
The hollow under the cliff became a small home for a human and a dragon. Sitting on a rock as big as his butt, Park Piao Le untied the layers of plastic bags.
"Awoo."
After unlocking one, the sea dragon opened its mouth and swallowed one. After unlocking one, it swallowed another. The man and the dragon worked together in perfect harmony.
Twenty fried chickens were enough for a sea dragon to eat. Pu Piaole divided the last fried chicken into two halves and kept half for himself.
"Good brother, give me this half. I haven't eaten yet."
"Pu Piaole … Le, I'll give you half, but these goods … you can't take them all."
Hai Long's learning ability was very strong. In just a few days, he had learned the Morning Sheep Language. This learning ability made people feel ashamed.
"I know, I know. You're really calculative."
Dark clouds gathered in the sky above the sea, and the dark wind blew the sand and stones on the shore into the air. The tree branches shook their bodies wildly, as if they were going to be uprooted by the strong wind.
"Oh, it's really going to rain like Mom said."
Tearing the fried chicken leg, Pu Piaole took a few steps outside and then shrank back.
A moment ago, it was still a strong wind outside, but the next moment, it turned into raindrops.
"Da da da!"
The strong wind carried the raindrops and hit the sea, the rocks, and the cliffs. It was as if beans had been scattered to form soldiers, and the raindrops kept fighting.
Strong convective weather was common in summer. Wind and rain came without warning, and sometimes there would be hailstorms.
"Ahhh."
Hiding in the cliff, Pu Piaole couldn't leave even if he wanted to. He simply took out his newly bought phone and did daily tasks to kill time. Occasionally, he looked up and saw that the heavy rain between the sea and the sky didn't show any signs of subsiding.
If it got any stronger, he wouldn't be able to tell the difference between heaven and earth.
However, with the big boss of the sea, Brother Long, there was nothing for Pu Piaole to be afraid of.
"Ah."
Unlike him, the sea dragon enjoyed the rainstorm very much. It even opened its mouth and yawned comfortably. It was enjoying as much as it could.
As a dragon, he didn't need to worry about drowning at the bottom of the sea, and he didn't need to worry about getting a cold or a fever when he went ashore. Furthermore, humans like him would always be there to give him food.
Even after he passed all the daily tasks, the rainstorm between heaven and earth continued. Thunder roared, lightning flashed, and silver snakes flew everywhere.
After reaching a certain stage in mobile games, it was like going to work. He forced himself to move bricks every day.
After putting down his phone and recovering from the melancholy of moving bricks, Pu Piaole began to browse the entertainment news again.
Entertainment news full of gimmicks stimulated people's attention. Stories of the Three Vulgarities diverted people's attention. Endless stars, TV dramas, and comics distracted everyone's attention. Entertainment gossip was like a pacifier. After being stuffed into a baby's mouth, it could calm the restless crowd and make them forget about the injustice they had encountered and the deprivation of power.
Gimmicks soothed people's spirits through high-intensity stimulation. Even if he hadn't experienced it himself, he still got a mental satisfaction from it.
"Seoul's public transportation is congested.
Oh, they even sent helicopters to surround the criminals. "
"Zhao Doushun is about to be released from prison?
Ahhh, what's wrong with this country? Why isn't this kind of person being shot … The fat man in the north did a good job. Just shoot him. "
The more he read the news, the angrier he got. The angrier he was, the more he wanted to read it.
When he scrolled down to a piece of news, Pu Piaole's fingers suddenly stiffened.
"The heir of the Ledi Group is making waves again. The second heir made his debut with his wife."
Pu Piaole never cared about big families or big tycoons.
It was useless to care about them. If Jin San and Pu Si suddenly got rich, Pu Piaole would definitely grit his teeth and be jealous. However, big tycoons were too far away. Money and power had reached a level that Pu Piaole couldn't imagine.
The difference was so big that it didn't feel real at all. Jealousy … He didn't even know where to start.
However, there was a photo in the news that made Pu Piaole's eyelids twitch. In the photo, a handsome man and a beautiful woman were holding hands. The key point was that the two were holding hands with an unlucky child.
The unlucky child was the little boy who had tricked him on the beach that day.
Pu Piaole would never forget that seemingly innocent smile.
A bolt of lightning flashed in the wind and rain!
"We're in danger, Hailong. We're in danger!"