Chuanshu Shizun is a big villain

A group of people were sitting at the entrance of a cave.

These people are all men and are physically strong.

There were no old people, no women, and no children.

A man with his upper body naked looked at a young man in a whitish robe and said, "Village chief, if the rain continues like this, not only will we starve to death due to lack of food, we may all be drowned by the flood."

"Village chief, you are a god, please think of a solution."

Ye Li was not originally the village chief of Dayu Village. He was an immortal cultivator who had just entered the first level of Qi training.

The old village chief died in a flood more than three months ago. Ye Li was elected as the new village chief because he possessed godly abilities.

Ye Li showed a bitter smile on his face and said: "Brother Agen, I have said it many times, I am not a deity, I am just a cultivator who has just entered the Qi training stage."

"That's also a god." Agen said with certainty.

Ye Li shook his head, not wanting to argue any further on this issue, and said: "I don't have any good ideas..."

It is a fact that he had no way to deal with such a severe flood.

"Is there really no way?" Agen stared at Ye Li, his eyes full of expectation.

The other men sitting near the cave entrance also looked at Ye Li with hope, hoping that Ye Li could lead them out of the sea of ​​suffering.

Ye Li was silent. At this time, another man seemed to have discovered something and asked, "Village Chief, what do you mean by you just said that you don't have any good ideas?"

"If there is no good way, then is there any not-so-good way to take us away?" a man asked as if he had grasped something.

The others looked at Ye Li with hopeful eyes.

"Yes." "No."

Ye Li gave a seemingly plausible answer.

"Village chief, don't keep us in suspense at this time."

"If you have any method, please tell me quickly."

"Yes, if you have any method, please tell me quickly."

Ye Li looked around and said, "I saw a method in an ancient book, which said that by praying through a special ritual, it is possible to summon an immortal to save us."

"What are we going to do?"

Agen asked impatiently.

"I haven't finished yet..." Ye Li hesitated, but finally said: "Of course, there is a 50% chance that the evil demon will be summoned..." "The evil demon will kill us directly..."

"According to the description in the book, the probability of summoning a demon is 70%, and the probability of summoning an immortal is 20%."

At this time, Agen asked in confusion: "Village Chief, did you say it wrong?" "Seventy percent plus twenty percent, isn't that ninety percent?"

"What about the remaining 10%?"

"There is still 10% left, and there is no effect at all."

"Let me tell you something you may not understand. Could this 10% probability reach 99%?"

Agen felt even more confused. One percent is one percent, and ninety-nine percent is ninety-nine percent.

What does a 10% probability mean? It's 99%.

Doesn't this seem a bit contradictory?

Ye Li did not explain further, and said: "I have already told you the pros and cons. As for whether to hold this ceremony, it depends on your choice."

Everyone started talking about it.

Ye Li looked at the pouring rain outside the cave and muttered, "What a shitty world." "It has been raining for more than three months..."

After a while, everyone discussed the result. Agen, as a representative, said: "Village chief, the rain outside is unlikely to stop. If we sit and wait, only death will be waiting for us."

"If we pray according to the special ritual, at least... at least there is a chance of survival... right?"

"Yes, village chief, we have no choice." "We can only pray with that special ceremony."

Ye Li was silent for a moment, then said, "This is a matter for all of us. Please ask the others what they think."

The other people Ye Li was talking about here were not these men, but... the people hiding in the cave.

"it is good!"

Agen walked towards the cave, and soon, a group of old, weak and sick people followed Agen out.

The leader was an old man.

The old man was skinny and used a wooden stick as a crutch. He poked the ground with his hands and his body trembled constantly.

He is the elder of the big fishing village and has a very high status.

"Village leader, we all agree to use your method."

Without this young village chief who was appointed to the post in times of crisis, they would have become innocent souls in the flood three months ago.

An hour later, a group of people knelt on the top of the mountain and kept bowing.

The heavy rain hit everyone, making a crisp sound.

Ye Li was dressed in white and holding a long sword in his hand, stabbing it hard towards the palm of his hand.

puff.

The long sword penetrated deep into the palm of his hand.

puff.

Ye Li drew out the sword without any hesitation.

Blood flowed from the palm of his hand.

With the help of blood, Ye Li drew runes in the air.

The blood drew a picture in the air.

The rain could not get close to the blood-colored runes drawn by Ye Li.

Ye Li muttered something to himself and then started jumping around.

It's just like a shaman performance.

Time passed by minute by minute.

An hour later.

Ye Li, with a pale face, was still jumping. He was in a very bad condition at the moment.

"It must succeed."

Ye Li muttered to himself.

Today, they either summon immortals or demons, or die here.

Another three hours passed and the sky became completely dark.

The cold wind brought with it cold rain, hitting everyone.

Not to mention the old, weak and disabled.

Even those strong men fell down one by one.

They are only responsible for kowtowing and praying in their hearts, asking for a miracle to happen.

There were more than a hundred people present, and more than a hundred of them had already fallen.

There were still seven or eight people left struggling to hold on, and Ye Li was one of them.

"Is it... really useless?"

With his blood almost drained out, Ye Li showed a bitter smile on his face.

My heart is extremely bitter.

The more than one hundred people who fell down were not dead, they were just overworked and exhausted both physically and mentally.

If I take good care of myself afterwards, I might be able to recover...

Of course, even if most people take good care of themselves, they will most likely die.

"What a rubbish world."

Ye Li muttered to himself.

Survival in the wilderness is already difficult, and now, we are also facing a flood that rarely occurs in a thousand years...

Doesn’t this world want ordinary people like them to survive?

Yes, Ye Li didn’t know that there was a big demon marching towards Yaoguang Immortal Gate.

Everyone living on this land suffers.

Who are you suffering more than?

Is this interesting?

Another hour passed and the sky became completely dark.

On the top of the mountain, Ye Li was the only one left.

Ye Li's body swayed in the wind and rain.

He looked up at the heavy sky filled with dark clouds and whispered, "Is it really impossible to ask the immortals for help?"

When Ye Li was about to fall, the blood rune originally drawn with blood suddenly flashed a blood-red light.

A glimmer of light flashed across Ye Li's originally numb and absent-minded eyes. He moved his lips and whispered, "Did I succeed..." (End of this chapter)