887 Ancestral Spirit

It was afternoon.

Cheng Han had stopped fishing.

Because he had already caught enough fish for the day.

He entered the woods to do something else.

After finishing lunch, the little radish heads came looking for him again.

To these children, everything connected to the blind outsider seemed so novel.

It brought plenty of interest to their dull, monotonous village lives.

They wandered around by the river but failed to find the blind man, so they scattered to search for him.

Very soon.

The children finally found something.

"I think I heard a sound."

"There's a sound of someone chopping trees in those woods."

"Could Blind Eyes be chopping trees?"

This guess immediately sparked an argument.

"Impossible! How could he chop trees when he's blind?"

"Yeah! What if he chops off his own leg?"

"Nothing is impossible. Blind Eyes can fish, so why can't he chop trees?"

"Fishing is different. A blind man can hear the sound of running water, and when Fish on the Hook, he can feel it through the rod."

"You have to watch where you're chopping when cutting trees, or the axe won't land in the right place."

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean Blind Eyes can't. My dad said that blind man isn't simple."

"Simple my ass. Blind Eyes keeps talking about the end of the world. My dad said the blind man's brain is broken."

Both sides argued until their faces turned red, but neither could convince the other.

In the end, the little radish heads reached an agreement—go take a look.

Before long.

They entered the woods and heard the sound of chopping.

Bang!

Bang!

The little radish heads identified the direction.

"Over there!"

"Let's go that way."

"Walk softly. Don't let him notice us."

As they drew closer, the chopping