Chapter 169 Too lazy to listen to your nonsense
Feeling Zheng Yuliang before he fell into coma.
Full of complex emotions of doubt, prayer, and persistence, Chen Yun faintly realized what had happened.
It seems like...
Let a little kid worry about himself.
After a moment of silence, Chen Yun sped up and ran in the rain.
From walking slowly before, it suddenly turned into a fast and furious sprint.
He is like a wild horse, or far faster than a wild horse.
He suddenly rushed into a world driven by strong winds and whipped by heavy rain. His figure, galloping through the chaos, seemed to have reached some kind of wild resonance with the raging force of nature. Every step he took was accompanied by thunderous roars, challenging the limits of the storm.
The wind and rain intertwined into a giant net, trying to restrain everything in the world, but he was not blocked in the slightest as he shuttled through it.
Only a blurry figure was left, dancing alone in the center of the stormy stage.
At this moment, Chen Yun Wuxia was thinking too much about whether to defeat the typhoon or not. Now he was more concerned about Zheng Yuliang's physical condition at this moment.
After using his mental power to block the wind and rain from a distance, Chen Yun easily crossed the distance of 300 meters in less than five seconds.
The wind, the originally unruly spirit of nature, roared around him, but it seemed to be pulled and torn by an invisible force to make way for him. Each raindrop was like an arrow shot from the sky, but he shattered them one by one at an incredible speed, turning into mist that lingered around him.
When Chen Yun came to Zheng Yuliang's side.
He was naked with only a pair of underpants, and his large and ferocious muscles were covered with broken rain and mist. He looked like an ancient behemoth that had just been released from its seal.
Zheng Yuliang on the ground was not in a good condition at the moment.
Even though he was unconscious, his thin shoulders could not help but tremble slightly in the cold wind. The rain hit him mercilessly, penetrating into his already soaked clothes, and the feeling of it clinging to his skin was bone-chilling.
At this moment, Zheng Yuliang's face was as pale as paper, and his lips were purple from the cold.
But the good news is.
Zheng Yuliang's breathing and pulse were stable, there were no serious problems, and there was no vomit obstruction in his respiratory tract.
And it was enveloped by Chen Yun's telepathy.
Although the wind cannot be completely blocked, the rain can be basically blocked.
Looking at Zheng Yuliang on the ground.
Chen Yun decisively used his telekinesis to shield Zheng Yuliang from the wind and rain, while running towards the woods not far away.
The heat vision was released, instantly cutting off a tree by its roots.
By using heat vision as a cutting machine and sharp nails, the wood was quickly hollowed out into a large wooden box without a lid.
Afterwards, thermal vision was used to clean up all traces of the scene.
Then.
Chen Yun returned to Zheng Yuliang and put him in a wooden box, basically isolating the surrounding wind.
The top part that is not covered has the power to block the rain.
After doing all this to ensure that Zheng Yuliang's body temperature was not lost, Chen Yun hugged the wooden box and started running towards the fishing village.
During this process, there is no need to worry about Zheng Yuliang in the wooden box being shaken awake or vomiting. After all, the human body is the top-level anti-shock and anti-shake balanced gimbal.
In this case, he's very fast.
Besides, Zheng Yuliang is a thin child, and it is impossible for him to move very fast when looking for him on such a windy and rainy day.
So it didn't take long for Chen Yun's transparent world to notice the deserted fishing village.
And noticed several volunteers who were searching and rescuing.
He decisively smashed the wooden box and threw it on the ground into the ankle-deep water. Then he hugged the unconscious Zheng Yuliang and rushed to the volunteers.
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At around ten o'clock in the evening, the typhoon gradually became stronger.
The howling wind, carrying endless anger, blurred the boundaries between sea and sky.
The heavy rain hit every inch of the fishing village, making a rapid and noisy sound.
The power of the typhoon seems to be growing every moment, like an invisible giant beast, displaying the power of nature wantonly.
Some old wooden houses in the fishing village trembled in the wind and creaked in protest, which was chilling.
Residents of the fishing village gathered at the community service center, which became their temporary haven. The indoor lights were dim and warm, in stark contrast to the stormy weather outside, but this tranquility did not completely dispel the uneasiness in people's hearts. Everyone's face was full of nervousness and panic. From time to time, some people looked out the door, their eyes full of worry for the people who had not returned.
The two people who had not arrived for a long time were like a tight string, pulling everyone's hearts. A low murmur of conversation mingled with curses about the weather and prayers for peace.
The leaders of several volunteers frowned and discussed in low voices whether more people should be sent out to search, but after several discussions, they decided: evacuate immediately!
Although not everyone is here yet.
But evacuation is urgent.
The intensity of the typhoon has reached a dangerous critical value.
The rescue captain, who had been waiting for a long time, decided that the large force would not wait any longer, but evacuated with most of the villagers in the fishing village.
Otherwise it will only cause bigger mistakes.
However, considering that there is an adult named Chen Yun and a junior high school student named Zheng Yuliang, their whereabouts are still unknown.
The small volunteer team left three people and a car that had been vacated after some arrangements, intending to continue searching for a while.
As most of the villagers evacuated, the village seemed unusually empty and silent, leaving only the sound of the howling wind and the roaring waves intertwined into a natural tragedy.
The three remaining volunteers, wearing hard hats and fluorescent raincoats, trudged forward in the strong wind. The light of their flashlights swayed in the darkness, trying to penetrate the dense rain curtain.
They shouted the names of the missing people. Their voices were swallowed up by the wind and rain again and again, but they sounded more firmly again and again.
They can only search in fishing villages.
Because the area away from the fishing village is not only complicated, but the areas closer to the sea are basically already covered by rising sea water.
Not only is it dangerous to search there, but there is no search equipment or conditions.
That's it, until about eleven o'clock.
The three remaining volunteers also gained nothing. Just when they were about to give up and prepare to leave in the last car.
A man holding a child appeared in their field of vision.
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In the shelter some distance away from the fishing village, the emergency lights are soft and warm.
The air was filled with the faint smell of disinfectant and the faintest scent of rice wafting from the kitchen.
Volunteers wearing fluorescent vests were busy guiding everyone to safe areas with comforting smiles on their faces, giving everyone the peace of mind they needed most.
Although this shelter was specially built to provide refuge from typhoons, it cannot be left empty at ordinary times. It is occasionally used as a gymnasium for citizens.
It's an emergency now.
The room was naturally not enough, but the simple beds made of blankets were quite sufficient.
The sick, the elderly, and children are given priority on the beds in the room.
The remaining adults were arranged in quieter corners.
The children gathered in the shelter and chatted quietly, and occasionally a few childish laughter came from the shelter, bringing a touch of relaxation to the tense atmosphere.
The adults were sitting or lying down, and some were holding their family members tightly in their hands.
Occasionally, the sound of wind and rain outside becomes more violent, indicating that the outpost of the typhoon has already caught up.
But don't worry.
This place is located at a high altitude and some distance from the sea. It is a shelter specially built for coastal residents to prevent typhoons.
Here, you can rest assured.
Chen Yun, who came over with the remaining volunteers, placed Zheng Yuliang down and handed him over to the doctor at the shelter.
I followed the volunteer and put on some clothes and a pair of slippers.
Then, with a rosewood flying sword hanging on the neck of Silly Dog Baijin, he followed the beyond visual range direction perception and went straight to the management office here to get his Silly Dog Baijin back.
After placing Silly Dog Baijin next to Zheng Yuliang who was lying on the bed.
Chen Yun went straight to the place where he was getting food, and with the ID tag issued when he entered the shelter, he got back two snacks.
Of course he wasn't hungry.
But Zheng Yuliang, who was fine after the treatment, had just woken up. He was a little weak and must have eaten such a portion.
So Chen Yun asked Zheng Yuliang to play with the silly dog Bai Jin.
I went to collect the lunch box for him.
But when he came back with his lunch box, he saw an acquaintance at the door of the ward.
It was that naughty kid named Zheng Ronggang.
In addition to him, there was also an adult man with rough facial lines. A pair of small eyes under his thick eyebrows revealed a fierceness that could not be ignored.
now.
The two people, one large and one small, waiting at the door of the ward looked at Chen Yun who arrived with lunch boxes.
The person blocking the door was clearly someone with bad intentions.
"Dad, it's him!"
Zheng Ronggang pointed at Chen Yun with an arrogant look.
The voice was very bright and proud.
Many residents of the surrounding fishing villages looked over subconsciously.
Zheng Yuliang, who was on the hospital bed in the room, hugged Silly Dog Bai Jin tightly, and gave Chen Yun a frantic wink with a weak look to tell him to run away.
Zheng Yuliang understood that the big one and the small one were seeking revenge because of today's events, so he specially selected a time point when most of the volunteers went to the meeting, and a small number of volunteers were not around.
If Chen Yun didn't run away, he would most likely be beaten by Zheng Dalei, who often fought.
He didn't think Chen Yun could beat this gangster who fought every day.
There is no surveillance around, and the residents of the fishing village will not talk nonsense.
It will be useless to inform the volunteers who maintain order at that time.
And the majestic Zheng Dalei also strode towards Chen Yun: "I heard that you stood up for Zheng Yuliang this afternoon? Is it not too much for me to stand up for my son now?"
"There is no surveillance here, and the villagers dare not say anything. How about you just get a beating?"
Zheng Dalei's tone seemed calm.
But the arrogance in it is about to overflow.
Hear the words.
Chen Yun calmly glanced at Zheng Dalei in front of him, his expression showing no fluctuation.
"I don't want to go to any trouble. Just don't fight back and let me have a good time. I won't pursue it. What do you think..."
Zheng Dalei's words stopped abruptly before he finished speaking.
Chen Yun, who was too lazy to push and listen, casually punched him in the stomach, beating him completely and making him speechless for a moment.
When he punched Chen Yun, he was killed instantly without even reacting as he was often in fights.
He fell to the ground hunched over and curled up.
The intense pain made him hold his stomach and unable to speak a word.
"boring."
With that said, Chen Yun stepped over him and walked into the ward with a calm expression.
Zheng Ronggang tiptoed and got out of the way, swallowing his saliva, for fear that he would also get punched.
Everyone watching this scene subconsciously booed, and then withdrew their gazes, not daring to look further.
(End of chapter)