I'm Really Going to Become an Immortal
Chapter 208 - 167 Next time I must beat you!!!

Chapter 208: Chapter 167 Next time I must beat you!!!

[Emergency Evacuation Notice: Typhoon "Haima," originally predicted not to impact our continent, has made an abrupt change in direction this afternoon. According to the latest information released by the National Meteorological Administration, Typhoon "Haima" is now moving towards the northwest at an alarming speed and is expected to make landfall on the coastal areas of Qixi City between tonight and tomorrow morning.]

[The municipal government has initiated the highest level of emergency typhoon response, requiring all residents in low-lying areas and near coastlines to begin immediate and orderly evacuation.]

[Currently, all levels of government in Qixi City have mobilized all their strength, including fire departments, public security, armed police, and volunteer teams, to assist residents of coastal fishing villages with rapid evacuation. Rescue vehicles are continuously traveling between danger zones and temporary shelters, ensuring every family and every individual can be relocated in time. Meanwhile, the emergency management department reminds the public to bring essential living supplies and valuables but to prioritize personal safety above all else and avoid delaying evacuation due to carrying too many items.]

Zheng Yuliang, who had just prepared to sleep, was woken by a phone call from the community service center.

On the other end, they immediately told him to check his messages, and after reading them, to come to the community service center without delay.

Then the call was hastily ended.

Zheng Yuliang, somewhat bewildered, opened the text messages and was faced with a long string of information.

He was initially stunned.

Then Zheng Yuliang, still a middle schooler but already very mature, sprang three feet high from his bed and scrambled to gather his possessions.

Having gone through several typhoon evacuations before,

Zheng Yuliang didn’t panic too much. He quickly packed his wallet, cellphone, power bank, charging cables, a few articles of clothing, and some instant noodles.

Then he went and knocked on the neighboring room’s door.

"Brother Chen Yun! The typhoon has changed course and is about to make landfall. The community center is notifying us to evacuate!"

"Brother Chen Yun, stop sleeping!"

Zheng Yuliang knocked several times on the door, but there was no response from the bedroom.

Just a few dog barks.

Zheng Yuliang furrowed his brow and tried calling the number Chen Yun had previously given him.

But still no answer.

Or rather, to be precise, the ringtone was sounding off inside the bedroom.

Listening to the increasingly fierce winds outside,

Zheng Yuliang furrowed his brow and decisively kicked at his own flimsy Wooden door.

Seeing the door start to teeter, he immediately added two more kicks, then threw his whole body against it.

Despite his slender frame,

he was now putting all his strength into it.

In the next moment, the Wooden door burst open.

Inside, the room was empty except for a little dog, a mix of white and black and tan, curled up in a corner watching him enter.

Zheng Yuliang paused.

He didn’t know where Chen Yun had gone.

But listening to the winds howling outside, he decisively picked up the small dog, which had a Wooden Sword pendant around its neck, and put it into a carrier in the corner of the room.

Then, taking the carrier and his luggage, he resolutely turned to close the door.

The sky wasn’t raining yet, so Zheng Yuliang, with his luggage and carrier in hand, ran wildly in the street.

The sky hung low, and leaden clouds pressed down so that the sea’s horizon blurred.

When the wind rose, it carried a damp, salty foreboding and swept through the entire fishing village.

The village’s loudspeakers broadcasted in an urgent yet clear voice repeatedly, "Attention, the typhoon is imminent. Please, all villagers proceed to the community service center immediately to prepare for a unified evacuation."

This voice, in the midst of the wind’s howl, was especially resolute, penetrating through every tightly shut window and door and piercing through the unease in everyone’s hearts.

Elderly with walking sticks slowly made their way with the help of their grandchildren; women held babies in their arms while carrying simple luggage and essentials; men helped each other check the few boats still docked at the harbor to make sure they were securely tied to the shore, ensuring they wouldn’t become hazards during the typhoon, before hurriedly joining the evacuation crowd.

Zheng Yuliang, carrying the small dog and his luggage, quickly weaved through the crowd.

Soon,

he arrived at the community service center.

The community service center, this place that usually served as the village government hall and occasionally a venue for festivals and educational activities for fishermen, had now become a haven from the storm.

At the entrance gathered over a dozen buses sent from the shelter.

Volunteers at the door, already waiting for some time, wore bright orange vests and directed the villagers in an orderly fashion.

Looking through the doorway into the hall, the emergency lighting emitted a warm, non-glaring light, reflecting the faces—some anxious, some determined. Staff were busy registering information, assigning evacuation vehicles, and helping to calm everyone down, ensuring that everyone received proper arrangements.

The children were gathered in a relatively quiet corner, where volunteers used stories and games to distract them from the impending storm. The elderly sat together, sharing experiences of past storms, their calm and resilience touching everyone around them. The younger people actively took on more responsibilities, helping move supplies, looking after the elderly and children, showcasing the spirit of unity and mutual aid of the fishing village.

Obviously,

he was among the later ones to arrive.

Zheng Yuliang, anxious, approached a volunteer who was tallying information at the door.

Against the increasingly loud wind beside his ears, he spoke out, "Uncle, has a brother named Chen Yun checked in here?"

On his thin and young face, there was an unavoidable hint of panic and pleading.