Chapter 1104: Rain

A certain village.

This was a place where mortals lived.

On a stretch of sea, the sea breeze blew gently. A figure lay there, covered in seaweed, letting the waves wash over him.

Wave after wave.

No one knew if this person was already dead.

Suddenly!

The figure stirred, slowly rising from the sandy beach. But when he took a step, he suddenly fell, then stood up again and slowly walked into the distance.

In the village, smoke rose gently from the chimneys. Every household was so peaceful.

At the village entrance, a group of children surrounded a strange man.

"Seaweed monster..."

"Quick, hit the seaweed monster! He's coming toward us!"

The children waved branches as thick as their thumbs.

Crack!

When the branches touched the figure, they seemed blocked by some force and instantly snapped.

Seeing this, the children began to cry and ran into the village to tell the adults that someone had bullied them.

When the villagers arrived at the entrance and saw the strange figure, they all froze. They didn't know who this person was, but they felt he was very odd.

"Who are you? This is just an ordinary village..." A bold young man gripped his tool tightly and asked nervously.

There was no reply.

But everyone felt that this person seemed dangerous, and they dared not provoke him.

They knew that immortals existed in this world; they had even seen immortals fly across the sky above them. But they did not take this person for an immortal.

Thud!

The villagers saw the figure suddenly sway and fall to the ground, as if dead.

A long time passed.

The villagers stood there, motionless, as if waiting for something.

They didn't know who this person was, and they were all very afraid.

At that moment, an old man holding a cane walked over. He looked at the seaweed-covered figure and pondered for a moment.

The surrounding villagers also waited, as if expecting the old man to speak.

"Help him into the village," the old man said hoarsely.

The young men in the village nodded, then cautiously approached and helped the strange man into the village.

Inside the house!

The villagers gathered outside, some standing on tiptoe, some sneaking in, wanting to see who this strange man was and what he was doing.

Why had he stood at the village entrance and then suddenly fainted?

When the village physician saw the injuries on the mysterious man, all the onlookers gasped.

How terrifying!

Some children were even scared into crying.

On his chest, a wound went straight through, revealing the beating heart inside. But miraculously, not a single drop of blood flowed out.

"Who is he? With such severe injuries, how can he still be alive?" The village physician exclaimed in shock. Not only was his chest pierced through, but other parts of his body were also damaged, very seriously. If it were them, they would probably be dead.

The village elder looked at the people gathered outside. "Let the children leave first."

The elder had spoken, and the young men of the village would not disobey. They let the children leave.

"Do your best," the elder said to the physician.

The elderly physician nodded. Such injuries were beyond anything he had ever seen. Even if he had seen them, it would be impossible for someone to still have a heartbeat and breath like this man.

Sometimes the young men of the village would hunt wild beasts in the mountains and get injured. If they suffered injuries like this, they would have died long ago.

The crowd dispersed.

The physician brewed herbal medicine to treat the mysterious man.

The village elder had also worried whether this man might be a bad person. But judging by his youthful appearance, he didn't seem like one. Moreover, they were kind-hearted and couldn't stand by and let someone die, so they could only do their best.

A few days later.

The physician came three times a day to check on the young man's condition. He marveled at the young man's vitality—it was incredibly tenacious. The herbs applied to his wounds dried up not long after being placed.

Also, when they fed the young man porridge, they could see it dissolve instantly upon entering his body.

It was truly miraculous.

The villagers kept discussing the mysterious man. His arrival had piqued their curiosity, and even when working in the fields, they talked about him.

A few more days passed.

On the path through the fields.

A young man stood there as if lost, staring blankly at the people working in the fields.

"Seaweed..."

Children running on the muddy ground gathered around the young man, calling out with laughter.

That was the young man's name. The villagers didn't know who he was or what his name was, so they ended up calling him Seaweed.

Because when they first saw him, he was covered in seaweed.

At first, the young men of the village were very afraid of him. Later, they found that he seemed unable to speak and was very slow to react to everything. Even when called, he would only turn his head slightly to look.

And his eyes were vacant, as if he had lost his soul.

Also, the hole in his chest was still very obvious, and sometimes black gas would emerge from it, which was quite terrifying.

"Seaweed, why can't you talk?" A little girl in a pink dress with two pigtails hopped up and down, looking up at Seaweed, as if very puzzled.

"Seaweed can't talk. He only sleeps," another child said.

...

Another few days passed.

The villagers had gotten used to the young man. At the same time, they found him very strange. He would often stand in the yard, looking up at the sky, and stay there all night without any sign of sleepiness.

He wouldn't even eat unless someone put food to his mouth, and then he would open his mouth.

One day.

The village held a sacrifice.

Because of the drought, the crops in the fields were nearly withered. Although they could fetch water from elsewhere, it was dozens of miles away, very far, and the journey was fraught with danger, making it very difficult for the villagers.

Not far from the village, the villagers knelt on the ground, praying to a clay statue.

"Grant us favorable weather."

"Rain..."

"Rain..."

The young man stood there, watching everything. A faint glimmer flickered in his eyes, but then vanished instantly.

His lips, which had never moved, gently parted, as if moving along with the villagers' voices.

"Rain..."

When his lips opened, a wind suddenly swept across the sky and earth. The scorching sky was suddenly covered by a dark cloud.

There was no thunder.

Nor any warning.

A heavy rain suddenly fell.

Seeing this, the villagers became excited.

"Rain is coming, rain is coming..."