The village was very quiet.
The villagers had all returned to their homes and were getting ready for bed.
These days, because the power had been cut off, the televisions and phones in their homes had become nothing more than decorations. Even the streetlights by the roadside had stopped working.
So, hoping to see the light again as soon as possible, everyone had gone to bed early to generate electricity through love.
After all, even elementary school students knew about generating electricity through friction.
However.
Not everyone was interested in activities like using a pile driver to advance human civilization. Take the eighty-year-old village chief, for example. He was currently sitting on a chair on the top floor, slowly waving a palm-leaf fan.
He did not look like he had any intention of resting.
"Old sir, why aren't you sleeping so late at night? Staying up late isn't good for your health." After sensing that trace of chill, Jiang Qiao also came to the rooftop.
"I'm old, so I don't sleep well."
"Is Young Master Jiang having trouble getting used to the place? The countryside isn't exactly comfortable, so I'm afraid you'll have to put up with it."
Jiang Qiao's sudden appearance caused a flicker of surprise in Wang Defa's eyes.
He had not sensed the other man's arrival at all. It was as if he had appeared out of thin air.
This young man's strength was probably even more terrifying than he had imagined!
"You're joking, old sir."
"I also came from a poor place. Before the Supernatural Revival, I basically made a living off the few plots of land my father left me."
Jiang Qiao smiled.
Those few plots of land had produced ten apartment buildings.
"By the way, just now, I sensed a strange aura flash past