"Dad, Mom!" Song Min called out to the door after his initial surprise.

Song Facai rushed over and, seeing the situation inside, slapped his thigh, saying, "It seems that God doesn't want us to continue living like this."

Liu Zhaodi slumped to the ground: "I can't live like this anymore. The house has been destroyed. We won't even have a place to stay anymore."

"Come here right now and help me up from the kang (heated brick bed), I can't stand up!" Song Min shouted at them.

Song Facai's face was covered in rainwater from the wind as he struggled to get onto the kang (a heated brick bed) and help the person up.

This house is uninhabitable; we can only move to the house next door.

On the mountain.

The golden python was trying to evade the heavenly lightning tribulation. Its enormous body made every movement extremely difficult. It had no choice but to shrink its body, and wherever it went, it was struck by lightning.

Another large crater appeared on the ground. She dodged to the side again, but because she was too slow, she was hit by the crater this time.

Her body felt like it was going to melt away, and the pain was unbearable. Just then, a white light emanated from her body, followed by a warm sensation.

The heavy rain fell from the sky, and she quickly felt cold, especially the feeling of the raindrops hitting her skin, which was all too real.

She opened her eyes and saw that she had just transformed. Now she was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, bald, receiving the baptism of rain.

I quickly ran towards the cave next to me. My feet were stinging painfully on the loose stones. I never knew walking barefoot was so painful.

Lei seemed to have stopped fighting. She rushed into the cave in one breath. Seeing her current state, she didn't know whether to be happy or to cry.

With no clothes to wear... Thinking of the python skin, she quickly found it and wrapped it around herself, but before she could even breathe a sigh of relief, she fainted.

Qiao Haisheng learned about the disaster in the village at noon. His family had also heard thunder last night, but they never expected such a disaster to happen.

They rushed back to the village with their eldest son, and when they saw their house, they realized that heaven had truly been kind to them. While other houses suffered some damage, their house remained completely intact, exactly as it had been before.

Qiao Dashan knelt down and bowed in all directions: "Dad, our ancestors have appeared to us."

Qiao Haisheng also knelt down and bowed: "We will worship our ancestors during the Spring Festival this year, so please prepare more offerings."

"Hmm!" Qiao Dashan responded and stood up, then pulled Qiao Haisheng to his feet.

At that moment, the door was pushed open, and village chief Qiao Fuli walked in. Seeing the two of them, he said,

"Your house is completely intact, it's truly a blessing from heaven. The other families suffered much worse losses."

Especially Song Facai's house; it was almost completely destroyed by lightning.

"Is everyone alright?" Regardless of who the other party was, in the face of natural disaster, Qiao Haisheng's biggest concern was human life.

"The person is fine, but the house is uninhabitable. His wife cried all morning and is only now resting." Qiao Fuli sat on a wooden stump next to him. "I don't know what bad luck they had. One misfortune after another, they can only be described as extremely unlucky."

Qiao Haisheng took out a whole pack of cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed it into the village chief's hand: "Take this back and smoke it, it's pretty good. I'll bring you more next time."

"Thank you in advance!" Qiao Fuli hadn't smoked a cigarette in a long time. He could refuse other things, but he really couldn't refuse cigarettes.