Our neighborhood has been transported again.

Chapter 284 Murloc
The rain grew heavier and heavier, as if it would flood the entire island.

A strong wind swept across the island, howling and tearing off the corrugated iron roof. A group of people were using ladders to repair the roof.

In the living room of a three-story house not far away, a stove radiated warmth.

Qin Ziwen and Yang Long sat facing each other, surrounded by a group of people.

"Brother, I'm going out to take a look." Qin Ziwu got up. It was raining heavily outside. To prevent the people from Hongding Building from taking advantage of the rain to launch a sneak attack, a lot of people had gathered on the edge of the urban village.

"Well, be careful."

Qin Ziwen reached out and warmed his hands on the stove, the firelight casting flickering shadows on his face.

Yang Long rubbed his wet hair with a towel, then wiped his hands, tossed them into the basin beside him, and sighed, "Luckily there wasn't a typhoon. If there had been, I bet half the roofs would have been gone."

“Their building isn’t doing well either,” someone chimed in. “The walls are full of holes; I just saw them stuffing things to block them up.”

Just then, a shirtless man with short eyebrows and a yellow beard slipped in from the rain like an eel, calling out, "Boss, boss."

He was barefoot, his body soaked through, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the ground.

Yang Long couldn't help but glance sideways, wondering what kind of extraordinary person this was.

"Aren't you cold?" Qin Ziwen looked up.

"It's not cold. This little bit of rain is nothing. In fact, it feels nice to be soaked, just like being home." Yan San chuckled and whispered a few words in Qin Ziwen's ear.

Qin Ziwen's eyes flickered. "Really?"

"Absolutely true," Yan San assured, patting his chest.

"President Yang, I have something to attend to. Let's talk later." Qin Ziwen stood up, and Deng Guang held an umbrella for him from behind.

"You're busy." Yang Long quickly saw him off, only turning his gaze away after the figure disappeared into the rain.

He was curious, but he knew he had no right to ask.

At the seaside, raindrops pounded, blurring the surface of the sea.

The water splashed and surged.

Two heads popped out.

The one on the left has slanted eyes, a wide nose, dark skin, and a fierce look. The one on the right has deep-set eyes and even cheekbones.

It was Yan Wu and the fishman Pula.

Deng Guang, who was following behind Qin Ziwen, glanced at Pula a few more times. He had seen this person before on the ship.

But looking at its appearance, it doesn't quite resemble a human.

How could a person look like this?

"You said you think there's something wrong with this rain?" Qin Ziwen looked at Pula.

Before setting off, he instructed Pula to stay at the bottom of the ship and to immediately notify the people on board if any sea creatures approached from the seabed.

Unexpectedly, Yan Da came over and said that Pula felt the rain was strange.

“Yes, Master. This is no ordinary rain.” Pula’s voice was hoarse, and he hesitated to speak.

Qin Ziwen glanced around and saw that besides Deng Guang, there were also Du Yu, Yan Da, and Yan Wu.

"We're all on the same side, so speak."

Seeing this, Pula continued, "My lord, this rain is strange. Before the rain came, I, who was hiding under the ship, heard the sound of the deep sea. I recall that this should be the sacrificial rain for the deep sea hunt."

"What is the sacrificial rain of deep-sea hunting?"

Pra said, "We fish-men live in the sea. If we come ashore, we can't use even half of our strength."

Therefore, if they want to go ashore to hunt, they will ask the clan elder to initiate a prayer for rain, which will summon a great rain.

While we fish-men are less agile in the rain than in water, our strength and other abilities remain unaffected.

"So, you mean the fish-men in the sea are going to attack us? Why? Why now of all times?" Pula shook his head; he didn't know either.

"Can your sacrificial tribe summon this rain of sacrifice at will? How difficult is it to summon?" Qin Ziwen wanted to know if this was a basic attack, a passive ability, or an ultimate skill.

“The Sacrificial Clan can summon, but they don’t summon often,” Pula thought for a moment and gave a vague answer.

“Then they must have a purpose in bringing rain at this time,” Qin Ziwen said knowingly.

Hurried footsteps came from behind, and Qin Ziwu ran over, "Big brother, something bad has happened! There are a lot of fishmen emerging from the rocks around the neighborhood."

Qin Ziwen's face darkened upon hearing this. These fishmen had stolen from his hometown?

"Let's go, tell the people left on the ship to be careful." Qin Ziwen thought for a moment, then asked Pula to come back with him.

With a hunched back and unusual appearance, Pula came ashore from the sea and followed Qin Ziwen into the urban village.

Countless people stopped and stared at the scene along the way.

It wasn't until Qin Ziwen led Pula through the anchor point and back to the residential area that Yang Long voiced his doubts, "Erhu, what was that? Role-playing?"

The fat man, known as Erhu, said, "Brother Long, that doesn't seem to be role-playing. I saw his cheeks actually moving."

Yang Long was numb; he felt he could see less and less.

He secretly pinched himself.

His face was full of worry.

After Qin Ziwen brought Pula back to the community, he saw Jia Liangcai and Zhao Pu rushing over. "President, a lot of fishmen have come to the reef outside. We can't understand what they are saying."

Qin Ziwen glanced at Pula, "It's alright, I brought a translator with me. Okay, tell everyone to be prepared and not to let their guard down."

"Yes." Jia Liangcai nodded and hurried back to give instructions.

Arriving outside the South Gate, Qin Ziwen saw through the gate that the dark reefs outside were densely packed with at least seventy or eighty fishmen standing on the uneven rocks.

Most of them looked somewhat similar to Pula. Perhaps it was face blindness, but in Qin Ziwen's opinion, these fish-men and Pula were basically cut from the same mold, looking almost identical, with two eyes, a nose, and two cheeks on their faces. The only difference was whether they were a little taller, shorter, fatter, or thinner.

However, on a few reefs near the edge of the sea, there were three fish-men that looked rather special. They were very large and strong, and their skin was very dark.

He lay half-reclined on the rocks, his thick, fleshy body resembling layers of tires stacked on his body.

He had an upturned nose, small eyes, and a very large mouth; he was so fat that he looked like a catfish that had come to life.

Compared to the quiet Artisan fishmen around them, these three fat fishmen were unusually noisy. They kept slapping their bellies with what looked more like fins than hands, making howling noises.

"This is... a sea eggplant that has come to life?" Qin Ziwen's eyes twitched slightly, but these fish-men were only making noise and hadn't actually attacked. It seemed they wanted something.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have gone to such lengths to swim ashore.

At this moment, a fish-man from the Artisan Clan standing at the very front, near the south gate of the community, mumbled something for a long time, but no one in the community could reply.

As time went on, the surrounding fishmen gradually became agitated.

"Awooo! Awooo! Awooo!" The three fat fish-men shook their heads and twisted in place, their necks almost twisted into pretzels. One of them suddenly got dizzy from all the spinning and fell back into the sea with a "plop," splashing up a spray of water.

Just then, Qin Ziwen came out.

He was surrounded by a large group of people, who seemed to have guessed that he was their leader.

Everyone present, including the merfolk, had their eyes fixed on him.

"Pula, can you translate what it just said?"

Pula, who had been hiding behind Qin Ziwen, slowly emerged from the shadows.

It glanced down at its kin, who exuded a savage aura and wore clothing woven from seashells, fish scales, and coral, a hint of disdain flashing in its eyes.

“My master told me to ask you why you came ashore.”

When the fishmen around Qin Ziwen saw Pula stepping out from behind him, they were shocked, seemingly not expecting that someone of their kind would appear among them.

(End of this chapter)