Yang Yong, I Ran the Calculations. Your Sequence Two Ability Should Be Bestowing Spirits on the Curios You Refine

Meanwhile, the others had also discovered that they could fish in the pond out back.

Several men had already dug up a few discarded fishing rods from somewhere and were excitedly running toward the fishing spots.

Most of the rods were broken, with either snapped tips or jammed reels, but that could not stop the anglers.

Someone pulled a length of wire from the bamboo fence, hammered it into a hook with a rock, dug a few earthworms out of the soil, then sat down at a fishing spot and cast his line.

Three years into the apocalypse, anglers still had not gone extinct.

The only question was whether the probability of coming back empty-handed would be as high as before the apocalypse.

Dusk deepened.

Yang Yong looked into the distance.

At the end of the bamboo fence, a soft glow was slowly moving.

The light was as gentle and lustrous as jade, not dazzling, but particularly conspicuous in the desolate twilight.

It was Xiao Xuan's Buddha-Light Jewel.

The Red Moon had already risen, its blood-colored moonlight spilling over the earth and coating everything in a thin, dark red film.

Yang Yong took off his sunglasses. With Night Eye, he could clearly see the two figures in the distance.

Xiao Xuan walked in front, trying hard to keep a stern face as she held the glowing jewel, striving to maintain the composed bearing of a mighty Transcendent.

Skinny Monkey followed behind her, hunched over, looking utterly obsequious as he nodded and bowed, saying who knew what.

His gaunt face practically screamed, "Please protect me, boss."

A young girl pretending to be mature, paired with Skinny Monkey, who revered Transcendents yet had no idea how to talk to girls?

The two of them were as awkward a pair as could be,