Relying on Heaven and Slaying Dragons in Another World

In the hot August, the scorching sun shines on the earth. The trees on the roadside have long been dried out, and their slightly curled leaves are drooping dejectedly. Even the air becomes extremely hot. When you take a breath into your lungs, it seems that your lungs are about to be cooked. There was almost no one on the street, and people were hiding in their homes with air conditioners and fans on. At this time, a very wretched-looking fat man was walking on the street. This person is the tragic Li Gong, the protagonist of this book. He wiped the beads of sweat rolling down his forehead like the water of the Yellow River with his hands, and threw them away. However, he did not hear the unexpected sound of the sweat falling on the thirsty concrete floor. He looked up at his hands in surprise. They were shiny and smooth. What was that? It seems, seems, seems, vaguely - oil? This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.