Islet.

Rolling black clouds covered almost the entire sky over the sea, as if the next moment it would cover the heavens and the earth, the sky was dark, and the sea was also black.

The seabirds have long been hiding in the caves of the cliffs and shivering, and the fierce sea breeze is whistling, rolling up layers of black waves. The sky was thundering and thundering, and every lightning bolt was accompanied by earth-shattering thunder, and the earth trembled.

A storm is coming.

Fishermen are accustomed to storms in the tribes of Indian fishing villages by the sea, where families close their doors and enjoy the stove and hot fish soup in their sturdy little rooms.

However, Mr. Shan and Chu Xiaoxi, two outsiders, are very unaccustomed to it.

Especially Mr. Shan.

When the first thunder sounded from the sea, Mr. Shan did not dare to climb out of the quilt, curled up in the quilt and shivered, his lips were blue and trembling with fright.

"Little Hill, he... He didn't seem to be right. Meng Meng was very worried and at a loss.

I didn't expect that sunny and cheerful, brave and optimistic Chinese young man was not afraid of heaven and earth, but he was actually afraid of thunder - he was still the kind of person who was seriously afraid of thunder.

Chu Xiaoxi also frowned.

The thunderstorm in Chinese mainland is nothing compared to the thunderstorm in the sea.

On the island, looking up at the black cumulonimbus clouds, you can clearly see the terrifying silver lightning at your fingertips, as if it is about to split the small island and the world.

The thunder was deafening, and the waves soared dozens of meters high.

Even Chu Xiaoxi was frightened by this terrifying apocalyptic scene, not to mention Mr. Shan, who had a shadow of thunder and lightning since he was a child.

Chu Xiaoxi asked, "How long does this storm have to last?" ”

"Tropical storms usually come and go as fast as they come." Meng Meng said, "It's usually only six to twelve hours." The climate of our island is relatively special, and it may last a little longer. ”

Chu Xiaoxi looked worriedly at Mr. Shan, who was trembling on the bed, and sighed silently.

If only there was silence.

Unfortunately, the silence is not there.

Mengmeng went over to add a quilt to Mr. Shan, and found a new pair of earplugs, but unfortunately Mr. Shan's face was still as white as snow, shaking like a dustpan, weak, pitiful, and helpless.

Meng Meng and Chu Xiaoxi accompanied Mr. Shan in the room, not daring to move.

Meng Meng asked curiously: "Xiaoshan, has he been frightened by thunder before, the Czech Republic at the head of our village was stupid by lightning when he was a child, and he is still delirious." ”

"When he was a child, he was almost killed by lightning, so there is a shadow." For so many years, as long as it was thundering, the mountain would never go out, but only dared to shrink in the bed.

Today's thunderstorm is unprecedentedly violent, and Chu Xiaoxi is worried about the mental condition of Mr. Shan... It's like a person who is particularly afraid of ghosts, and is thrown into the most terrifying haunted house for half a day, and his mental condition will definitely go wrong.

Hopefully, the mountain will always survive.

After the storm, the sea surface is completely calm, and the countercurrent caused by the sea water retreats, and the boat of the mountain and Chu Xiaoxi can come over safely...

***

The storm brings terrifying thunder and lightning, but also the enemy.

Liu Yun recently observed that Lu Zuoyu and the others had actually started training again, which meant that there was already a trace of Chu Xiaoxi.

After several searches, Liu Yun followed the bought mercenaries, followed the silence, and hid near the coast.

Storms swept across the sea, heavy rain poured down, and the heavens and the earth were apocalyptic.

When the storm has passed, it is time for the fish to be caught.