"White, you should run far away. I'll figure out a way to grab that jar of meat we've got stored at home. Don't stand so close to the house; what if it gets blown to bits?" the fat guy hurriedly said to Mr. Su Bai.
"......" Mr. Su Bai really felt like grabbing the fat guy's tail, hanging it up, and whipping him with a belt. But now, it seemed as though the thunderclouds in the sky had already locked onto him, and that sense of impending crisis filled his heart completely. With no other choice, Mr. Su Bai could only grit his teeth and run to the other side, towards the little river.
In this place, trying to dodge the lightning tribulation was impossible because the village was still isolated. Even if it weren't, you'd need a Formation or enchantment good enough to deceive both Heaven and men. But the fat guy's current condition resembled a "kill without concern for burial," and if he had the ability to help, he wouldn't be telling Mr. Su Bai to run as far as he could.
