Chapter 301: Underwater Hemp Bag (Patreon)

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Ancheng is a neighboring city separated from Lecheng. Although it's considered a neighboring city, the distance from the urban area of Lecheng to Ancheng is still quite far.

With Yang Haoran's strength and the special identity of his Burial Master, tearing through space for teleportation is a simple matter. However, he cannot teleport to the destination in one go, and he can't even leave Lecheng in a single attempt.

Lecheng is large, with a dense population, and some areas are impoverished.

Ancheng, on the other hand, occupies a larger area than Lecheng, with a population twice that of Lecheng. However, Ancheng is relatively wealthier than Lecheng.

After several space ruptures for teleportation, Yang Haoran finally arrived in Ancheng. Since he wasn't familiar with Ancheng and didn't want to spend time searching for a place to stay, he chose a remote location outside the city.

As the space fissure appeared, Yang Haoran stepped out of it, finding himself in a tricky spot—on a dense, large tree.

"Entering the city from here should take me not much time with my speed."

Saying this, Yang Haoran lightly leaped, jumping down from the large tree, landing on a narrow muddy road, and then proceeded along the path.

This time, when coming to Ancheng, Yang Haoran didn't inform Xu Meijing because he wanted to give her a surprise.

As for finding Xu Meijing, Yang Haoran wasn't worried at all. Just find any Death God Temple, and he would locate Xu Meijing.

Exiting the secluded path, Yang Haoran arrived on a main road, though calling it a main road was relative; it was just a slightly wider muddy path compared to before.

Outside the muddy road was a river. Yang Haoran glanced around, seeing only a fisherman besides himself, without any other people or residences in sight.

Although not far from the urban area, this place was indeed remote, hence lacking residents.

Such places are found everywhere, deserted due to various reasons, but they are usually small-scale and not significant.

Yang Haoran withdrew his gaze, identified the direction of the urban area, and prepared to leave. However, at this moment, he suddenly sensed something and redirected his gaze to the location of the fisherman in the distance.

"Weird, why do I seem to sense a faint Yin Qi?"

Feeling puzzled, Yang Haoran closed his eyes to carefully sense it. However, in the blink of an eye, he opened his eyes, locking onto the location of the fisherman.

"No mistake, there is indeed Yin Qi there, but it's too faint, almost overlooked."

Thinking so, Yang Haoran couldn't help but become curious about the identity of the fisherman.

After a brief hesitation, he changed his route temporarily, abandoning the immediate rush to the urban area and instead headed towards the fisherman's location.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Yang Haoran didn't use any powers. Just like an ordinary person, he walked step by step towards the fisherman's location.

As he approached the fisherman bit by bit, Yang Haoran found that the faint Yin Qi he sensed didn't emanate from the fisherman but from the river.

Yang Haoran speculated in his mind, but he didn't draw a conclusion. His expression unchanged, he finally reached the fisherman's side.

The fisherman was not too young, in his thirties, appearing slightly older than Yang Haoran. He had only set up one fishing rod, but the rest of his tools were quite complete.

The fisherman noticed someone approaching, took a glance at Yang Haoran, withdrew his gaze, showing no interest, and continued to watch the fish float on the water.

The position of the fish float should be where the fisherman set up the nest. However, the Yin Qi that Yang Haoran sensed happened to emanate from this location.

"Friend, how's the catch?" Yang Haoran asked with a smile, simultaneously, as if performing magic, producing a box of cigarettes and a lighter out of thin air.

The fisherman didn't see this scene. Hearing Yang Haoran's words, he didn't even turn his head, casually saying, "Not started yet."

"Here, have a smoke." Yang Haoran handed a cigarette to the fisherman and lit one for himself.

Taking the cigarette from Yang Haoran, the man's expression softened considerably.

"No wonder nobody comes to fish here. I guess there are hardly any fish in this river. I fell for it today. Swear, I won't come here again, it's so remote that even a car can't get in, and I have to walk a long way."

To the man's complaints, Yang Haoran just smiled. He smoked his cigarette, saying nothing.

Seeing Yang Haoran remain silent, the man didn't continue his complaints. Instead, he took out a lighter to light the cigarette.

But in that moment when he took out the lighter, the fish float, which had been motionless on the water's surface, suddenly plunged!

The man's expression became excited. He forgot about lighting his cigarette, threw the lighter aside, and with the unlit cigarette still in his mouth, forcefully lifted the fishing rod!

The fishing rod bent, the fishing line stretched taut, and then... nothing.

The fishing line didn't make the usual sound of a big catch, and there was no struggle or force beneath the fishing line as expected. What this scene represented, the man understood very well.

It wasn't a catch; it was snagged!

The excitement on his face disappeared, replaced by a speechless expression. He put down the fishing rod and then lifted it forcefully again. After several attempts, the fishhook didn't come loose.

"Damn bad luck! Not only did I not catch any fish, but it looks like it's going to cost me a whole reel of line! So unlucky!"

Muttering curses, the man, with a hint of hope, continued to exert force on the fishing rod, hoping the hook could dislodge from the obstruction. First seconds remember the jokeバ 壹Chinese m.x/8/1/z/w.c/o/m/

"If I'm not mistaken, you seem to have hooked onto something." Yang Haoran spoke with a smile.

The man already had some anger in him, and upon hearing Yang Haoran's words, his anger intensified. Although he still held the cigarette Yang Haoran gave him in his mouth, he completely ignored it and showed no good expression to Yang Haoran.

"Are you talking nonsense? Am I a fool? How could I not know if I hooked onto something?"

The man's furious words didn't change Yang Haoran's expression. He continued with a smile, "You misunderstood me. What I meant was that what your fishhook caught might be pullable."

"Are you blind? It's obviously snagged; how could it be pulled up unless the hook comes loose, or else it'll just break the line."

The man said so, but still attempted to pull up the fishing rod with force. The next scene left him stunned.

As he gradually lifted the fishing rod, it was indeed lifted, but the rod bent severely.

"Hey! It seems like it can really be pulled up! I wonder what heavy thing is down there! Could it be some treasure or antique?"

The man said this, but his face showed no excitement or curiosity. At this moment, he just wanted his fishhook to dislodge from whatever it had caught, so he wouldn't waste another set of fishing lines.

The man's movements were careful, controlling the force cautiously. He didn't dare to use too much strength, fearing it might damage the fishing rod.

If a fishing rod was destroyed due to a set of fishing lines, it would be a huge loss. He might explode in anger because, in his eyes, the fishing rod was more important than his life.

As the fishing rod was lifted higher, the Yin Qi sensed by Yang Haoran was not particularly strong but somewhat denser than before.

Slowly, something emerged from the water. Both men stared, finding it to be a hemp bag, inflated and containing something inside.

"What's in this bag? Why does it smell so bad? Did you fart?"

The man looked at Yang Haoran, expressing his dissatisfaction. Yang Haoran paid no attention to the man, gradually losing his smile, and focused his gaze on the hemp bag in the water.

Yang Haoran's reaction puzzled the man. He shifted his gaze away from Yang Haoran and looked back at the hemp bag.

Originally, he didn't want to bother with the bag, but since the fishhook firmly caught it, and not wanting to waste fishing lines, he decided to use a scoop net to pull the bag over. Then, grabbing the bag with one hand, he lifted the not-so-large hemp bag from the water onto the shore.

As the hemp bag was lifted, the smell intensified. This stench was precisely emanating from inside the hemp bag.

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