Next, we followed the stream downstream.
We found dead fish all along the way.
The Blackwater Nine Corpse Daoist had spat out earlier had killed every fish and shrimp in the entire stream.
No wonder Master downstream had come looking for us.
During that time, Feng Shuang had also contacted the Secret Bureau investigator in Xu Family Gully by phone.
With the ghosts gone and the magnetic field back to normal, calls could get through again.
Things were going smoothly over there. The cleanup had already been completed.
Now that they had received Feng Shuang's orders, they had begun to withdraw as well...
We continued downstream along the creek.
Before long, we reached the spot where Master had been fishing.
Master had put up a simple shelter here, with a large pool of water in front of it.
The pool was fairly big, and its surface was now covered in dead fish.
Several of them were huge, all over a meter long...
Master looked at those meter-long catches lying dead, his face twisted in agony.
He kept cursing:
"Fuck that Nine Corpses! Look, just look! So many big catches, and he poisoned every last one of them.
They were all supposed to be mine, but now not a single one's left. Damn it, damn it..."
Master was so furious that bloodshot veins appeared in his eyes.
That was how devoted he was to fishing—the obsession of an angler with meter-long trophy fish.
After cursing a few times, Master told us to wait while he packed up his fishing gear.
There was not much gear, but there was not a single fish in his keepnet.
The weakened Jia Bo even asked:
"Senior Song, you've been fishing here for so many days, but there isn't a single fish in your keepnet. Does