Carrying a Jurassic on me
Chapter 1037 - 544: The Dragon King Manifests_3

Chapter 1037: Chapter 544: The Dragon King Manifests_3

As Yan Fei plunged into the water, the river surface initially bulged imperceptibly, and within the murky waters, a massive shadow appeared faintly. Then the shadow sank, and the river calmed down as well.

Then, a small whirlpool gradually formed on the surface of the water, growing larger as time passed. If someone were to look down from above, they could clearly see a black hole-like feature forming under this section of the river, swallowing copious amounts of river water.

Who else could accomplish such a feat, apart from Yan Fei, who carried a dinosaur world with him?

Boss Yan, for the sake of his family’s enterprise, also toiled hard. In the middle of the night, he turned into a giant crocodile, lying on the riverbed and acting as a drainage pipe, allowing the river water to flow directly into the dinosaur world through the ’opening’ he had created.

The water level of Sancha River had been stable for nearly half a month. Upstream, downstream, it rained heavily and continuously; to claim there was no trickery involved would be problematic. Could the heavens really favor Boss Yan, squatting in a tree so loyally that while other places experienced rising water levels, his area stubbornly held for half a month without flood reaching his feet?

The real reason was simple: Boss Yan was a tree monkey by day and undertook these tasks by night, lying on the riverbed until midnight, which significantly alleviated the pressure on Sancha River.

However, now the riverbanks were patrolled all over. Although this area was a plain and most places did not worry about dike breaches, it was crucial to have people measure periodically in case the water levels suddenly increased, prompting rapid evacuation of the populace.

In the past, Yan Fei was concerned about being seen and acted very cautiously. Unexpectedly, heavy rain upstream in the past few days had not lessened but increased the flood, which finally breached his ’defenses’ and washed away his greenhouses—by the time he arrived, he had already seen the northernmost dirt wall greenhouses built alongside the river turned into a pile of mud.

Sancha River Township lost not just his greenhouses; a big greenhouse in the village to the west was also completely wrecked. However, up to now, despite significant losses, those who built greenhouses hadn’t caused a tearful, earth-shattering fuss.

These people thought simplistically: the greenhouses had been built less than a year ago; not only had they recouped the costs, but they had also made a profit. There was nothing more to say. Even if the greenhouses were now gone, they would simply rebuild once the flood passed, utilizing the experience they had gathered to make money just as before. Wasn’t Boss Yan himself who had lost some twenty greenhouses?

As long as Boss Yan was there, the market for Agaricus bisporus wasn’t a concern. Building greenhouses again would still be profitable. Such massive floods couldn’t possibly happen every year, could they?

They didn’t know that their trusted Boss Yan had become ruthless today, resolutely determined to protect his cattle farm. At this moment, lying on the riverbed beneath the giant crocodile king, the ’opening’ above him grew larger, and a spectacular whirlpool had formed on the surface. The murky river water flowed down this ’opening’, disappearing from this world and appearing in the arid desert of the dinosaur world.

Yan Fei multitasked, directing the flood into the desert while watching the large and small fish being swept in. Most of them he directly placed in the ring-shaped lake—after all, being a high school student, he had some sense of safety, fearing that the waters might contain germs that could cause immeasurable damage to the dinosaur world.

The ring-shaped lake was on the island, and most of the fish inside were real-world species he had introduced. He felt relatively confident about adding these fish.

In fact, until now, he was still quite unclear about the dinosaur world, despite having tampered with it for so long without witnessing any negative changes. How this world came about, he also had no clear understanding; these questions he pondered perhaps when absolutely idle, but mostly he was too lazy to think about, knowing it was fruitless and a waste of brain cells.

"Beep beep beep... Dada da..."

Suddenly, the loud sound of a Suona emanated from the shoreline, echoing far into the wilderness of the night.

Originally, there were patrols sent by higher authorities by the river, but the villagers felt they also needed their own people watching—people felt more secure with their own kind around, having their livelihoods tied to this place.

This patroller was from a nearby village, quite an odd character: part of the local Suona band, while others brought whistles, he carried a Suona.

He thought nothing would happen here, given that there were patrols both upstream and downstream. Walking along the river, he suddenly felt something was off—why did the river water seem to be dropping?

Shining his flashlight into the river, he was terrified to the core: a massive whirlpool had suddenly formed in the river, and the water seemed to be draining into it?

After a moment of shock, he remembered to call for help. He grabbed his Suona and started playing.

While patrolling, he had thought about playing his Suona well if ever there was a real problem. But now that there actually was one, he realized there was no need for finesse. Blow as loud as possible!

No sooner had the Suona sounded than people upstream started blowing their whistles. The whistle signals spread, and soon after, people began running toward the area.

"What’s happening? What’s happening?" The first to arrive were also locals, who upon seeing Suona Brother blowing persistently but noticing no rise in the water, asked.

"Can’t you see for yourself? Look toward the river," Suona Brother indicated with his flashlight shining into the river.