Suddenly, a drop of rain fell on the face of the villagers standing outside.
They were stunned for a moment.
"It's raining, God the sky is raining."
The sounds of ecstasy filled the entire village, and even the clan chief and his men, who had originally planned to flee the famine, were dancing with excitement.
"Quickly grab something to catch the rainwater, hurry, hurry, hurry!"
The eight villages surrounding Pingshan were all busy. People were carrying basins and jars, and they wanted to fill the whole yard with all sorts of things.
Jiang Lu and the others weren't idle either; they also used things to catch the rainwater.
"This rain came out of nowhere."
Ji Yanwen kept looking at the sky while he was busy working.
He had no idea that this rain was something someone had prayed for at an enormous cost.
The rain wasn't heavy, lasting only half an hour, but Jiang Bai felt as if all his strength had been drained away, collapsing helplessly to the ground, his clothes soaked through.
She doesn't even have the strength to move a finger now.
The most terrifying thing was that I also felt a series of throbbing pains in my head.
"It's just asking for a little rain, why are you making such a big deal out of it?"
Jiang Bai looked at the sky, which had cleared up again, and muttered to himself, feeling a little regretful.
She had just used up a small portion of her merit to pray for rain, which had completely depleted all her internal energy. Now she was powerless and didn't know when she would be able to recover.
If you were to encounter bad people at this time, you might not even have the power to fight back.
She thought bitterly to herself.
But it seemed as if fate was against her; a person suddenly appeared on the previously deserted summit of Pingshan Mountain.
Even before the footsteps arrived, one could tell that the person was a trained martial artist.
It's over.
Jiang Bai struggled for a moment, but could only lift a finger; his whole body was limp and he had no strength at all.
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