I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 54 If my son were alive, he would be as old as him (Part )

Arriving at the tomb, Zhang Chen looked at it with a smile on his face, "It has no impact. It's just that the rain has wetted a shallow layer of the skin."

Zhang Chen squatted down and looked at the soil he had dug out from the ground. It was just a layer of wet soil, nothing more.

The temperature of burning charcoal in the cave turned into hot steam, which continuously impacted the rainwater from the outside and accelerated the drying up of the rainwater.

After confirming it was safe, Zhang Chen went into the passage and looked at the charcoal that had not yet been burned through. In order to prevent himself from running out of oxygen later, Zhang Chen thought about it and saw rain from the outside being drawn in, turning into water balls that poured on the charcoal. Then the dark fire on the charcoal was extinguished directly.

"Interesting! I found that water control is not useless." Zhang Chen muttered, then took out a shovel and began to dig the frozen soil that melted last night. As the frozen soil was dug out, the cold air surrounded the cave. Zhang Chen looked at the frost on the frozen soil, and an idea came to his mind: In theory, frost and ice are also a kind of water. I wonder if I can control the frost in the frozen soil and extract all the water vapor in the frozen soil. Without the support of water vapor, the frozen soil is just some cool mud and sand, and it can be dug as quickly as digging sand.

Zhang Chen's heart beat fast, and he immediately activated his fourth skill, water control, but it was of no use. The frost remained, and Zhang Chen's water control could not do anything to the frost.

"No way!" Zhang Chen looked at the frost in the frozen soil and muttered to himself. His skills were indeed rigid. The water control technique could only control water, and the frozen water was not under his control.

Dig the earth - collect firewood - light a fire.

The dead trees in the mountains had been wet by the rain, but it did not pose a problem for Zhang Chen. He moved the dead trees into the underground passage and used the water control technique. In just a few moments, the moisture in the dry trees was drained away.

Then Zhang Chen placed the dry wood on the grass and lit it. With the help of the charcoal left over from yesterday, the speed of lighting it was extremely fast.

Seeing the blazing fire in the cave, Zhang Chen revealed a satisfied smile, and walked out of the cave wearing a straw raincoat. The seedlings in the field stood tall and green in the rain, greedily absorbing the moisture of the rain, no longer listless as before. It seemed that everything was changing for the better, but Zhang Chen knew that this was just a sign of a greater disaster to come.

"No wonder many people call dragons: evil dragons. Once a dragon is born, it will truly be a natural disaster and a man-made calamity." Zhang Chen muttered to himself, then walked towards the village. From a distance, he saw many villagers gathered together, each wearing a straw hat and raincoat, standing in the rain and discussing something.

Zhang Chen listened attentively, and heard intermittent words in the rain:

"There's something wrong with this rain. It's been raining for a whole day and night, but the ground isn't wet. All the rain disappeared instantly after it hit the soil. It's really weird!"

"Has anyone gone to the county to get information? This rain is so strange, there is no way there is no reaction in the county?"

"I don't know why, but this rain is so strange. It really makes me worried."

"I heard someone say that this strange rain seems to be similar to the legendary walking dragon. If the dragon wants to transform, it must gather water vapor from all over the ground, and then it will have the power to fly into the sky."

"Flood dragon? Where is it? Let's kill it and prevent this beast from causing harm to the world."

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Zhang Chen listened to the discussion in the rain and found that the people in this world had no fear of dragons. They treated them as ordinary beasts, just like tigers and wolves. "Dragons don't really look that magical. They are just beasts with strange abilities." Zhang Chen walked on and disappeared in the wind and rain.

The drought was certainly related to him, but not as much as imagined. He survived by hunting, which gave him a better chance than those people who farmed.

"It takes time to transform from a dragon to a dragon. It may take ten to eight years at the longest or three to five years at the shortest. I'm afraid the people and beasts in this area will suffer." Zhang Chen muttered to himself.

Zhang Chen was walking on the slightly moist soil and listening to the sound of raindrops falling on it. His mind was filled with thoughts. At this moment, the sound of carriages and horses suddenly came from a distance, breaking the tranquility in the rain.

It was a donkey cart, an old and dilapidated one that creaked in the rain, with straw on the cart. The driver was an old acquaintance of Zhang Chen, a slightly older farmer, and two strong men sat on each side. The man was at least 1.8 meters tall and looked like a big bear. He kept looking back and forth at the surrounding villages while riding the cart, his eyes full of vigilance.

All of them were wearing straw raincoats and looked inconspicuous.

Zhang Chen saw the old farmer, and the old farmer also saw Zhang Chen. When the donkey cart passed by Zhang Chen, the old farmer suddenly stopped the donkey cart and turned his head to look at Zhang Chen: "Little hunter, have you had any harvest recently?"

Zhang Chen didn't want to get too entangled with these people. If something happened in the future and the court started investigating, he would be in big trouble. If he ran into a dog official who labeled him a traitor without asking any questions, he would have nowhere to cry. So he shook his head and replied:
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, it's not easy to catch prey in the mountains. I haven't had any gains in the past few days."

The middle-aged farmer showed a hint of disappointment on his weather-beaten face, but he didn't say much. He just looked at Zhang Chen's worn-out raincoat with a hint of pity in his eyes. He casually took out a bag from the carriage and threw it to Zhang Chen: "Take it and eat it!"

After saying this, he drove the donkey cart towards Wang Wu's home.

Zhang Chen held the small cloth bag and looked in the direction where the carriage left with a look of astonishment. In the wind and rain, the puzzled voice of the young man sitting on the edge of the carriage could be heard faintly:

"Uncle Liu, why did you give him the cake?"

"If my son were alive and hadn't been killed in prison by that corrupt official, he would be the same age as him. It's just a few cakes, no big deal." The old farmer explained with a smile.

The voices gradually faded away. Zhang Chen stared at the departing figures with a puzzled look in his eyes. After a long time, he looked away with a sigh in his eyes: "What a pity! What a pity! They actually embarked on the path of treason."

Zhang Chen opened the small cloth bag and found white flour cakes inside.

"I can't remember how long it has been since I last ate such fine white flour." Zhang Chen broke the pancake open, and was stunned again. There was actually a sugar filling inside.

Sugar is a rare commodity in this era.

There were a lot of pancakes, about seven or eight in total, all white flour pancakes with sugar fillings.

(End of this chapter)