Many fish mongers and fishermen around heard this, but few took it seriously.
Sacrificing well?
Didn't everyone just sacrifice to the Whale God?
The Whale God was deep in the ocean; did they really think he could see them dancing?
It was just dumb luck. Look at him showing off!
Luo Yu didn't care about any of that. Standing on the boat, he beckoned toward the shore.
Immediately, six or seven strong men carrying baskets and scales ran over.
They were also startled when they saw the catch. Luo Yu made a silencing gesture, and the men understood instantly.
There were many other fish mongers around; if they saw such high-quality goods, they would inevitably try to poach the business.
Making a fortune in silence was the way to go; it was best to avoid any unnecessary complications.
The men began skillfully sorting the catch, but the more they sorted, the more astonished they became.
There were simply too many high-quality specimens.
As they carried basket after basket onto the shore, the onlookers—both mongers and fishermen—could no longer sit still.
Especially when a reddish-gold fish leaped up, many fish mongers cried out in surprise.
"Holy shit! A Golden Eel?"
One fish monger immediately shouted, "Old Luo, let me have that Golden Eel! I'll give you eight thousand!"
Before he could finish, someone else chimed in, "Eight thousand five hundred!"
"Eight thousand six hundred!"
Hearing the bids, Luo Yu hurriedly waved his hands to quiet them down.
"Brothers, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. My own demand is quite high lately, and I don't even have enough for myself. I have no plans to sell any of this for now."
He spoke politely, but Luo Yu knew exactly what these mongers were up to.
The only reason they were bidding like it was an auction was to drive up the price and see how much he would pay this 'fisherman.'
These bastards were each more black-hearted than the last.
Once all the fish had been carried away, Luo Yu took out his phone.
"Brother, it comes to a total of ninety-one thousand. I didn't expect you to get so many good things on your first trip out!"
"Tell you what, since this is our first time doing business, I'll round it up to a even hundred thousand!"
"In the future, if you have any more good hauls, don't forget your big brother here."
Luo Yu laughed heartily.
The price he gave Yin Yang wasn't just low on profit—he’d be lucky if he didn't lose money. But he felt it was worth it.
Anyone who could get such a harvest on their first trip had to have some serious luck on their side. Who was to say the Whale God hadn't actually taken a liking to him?
"Ding! WealthPay received: 100,000 yuan!"
Hearing the notification, Yin Yang smiled happily and nodded decisively.
"Don't worry. When I come back next time, you'll be the first person I look for if I have a catch."
Luo Yu let out a secret sigh of relief. At the very least, he had secured that promise.
After the two exchanged contact information, Luo Yu impatiently led his men and the fish away.
Because there were too many fish and too little oxygen, the catch wasn't in great condition. He had to sell them quickly, or he’d lose even more.
Yin Yang went ashore carrying some marine debris and household waste. After disposing of the trash, he scanned a shared bike and headed toward the market.
He needed to buy some sacrifices and daily necessities.
The fish mongers and fishermen on the shore watched him with wide eyes.
A few dark-skinned fishermen gritted their teeth and followed him.
They quietly trailed behind Yin Yang, buying whatever he bought.
Even though they didn't understand why he was buying certain things, if he was buying them, there had to be a reason!
Consequently, when Yin Yang was about to set sail the next day, he found that the number of people performing sacrifices had increased by over a dozen.
A few of them were even holding Nuo opera masks. They were clearly cheap imitations and looked quite out of place.
The sacrifices were even more ridiculous—one of them even had canned cat food!
Yin Yang didn't bother saying anything. He put on his mask and began to dance.
The fishermen clumsily joined in, and though they lacked grace, they certainly made a lot of noise.
Boom!
The flames consumed the sacrifices in front of Yin Yang, but the sacrifices in front of the others didn't move an inch.
This scene left the fishermen looking extremely dejected.
Yin Yang took off his mask and smiled.
"Your dance isn't standard, so you can't communicate with the deity. Naturally, the deity won't accept your sacrifices."
Hearing this, the fishermen felt even more depressed. After all, the sacrifices had cost money.
The meat and fruit were one thing, but what were they supposed to do with the canned cat food?
"Fortunately for you, you've met me."
The group froze. One man in his forties or fifties spoke up immediately.
"Are you willing to teach us how to dance?"
Yin Yang picked up his mask again.
"That would be too much trouble. I can help you communicate with the deity; you can just do the sacrifice yourselves."
"Well? Do you want me to?"
The fishermen nodded one after another. After all, they had no other choice.
"Give me a strand of hair each as a token."
The fishermen looked at each other, then hesitated for a moment before each pulling out a strand of hair and handing it to Yin Yang.
Yin Yang put his mask back on and began to dance. The moment his dance ended, all the fishermen's sacrifices turned to ash and were blown away by the sea breeze!
Vaguely, they felt as if some consciousness was actually communicating with them.
However, they were far too distant from that consciousness to hear anything clearly.
Yin Yang took off his mask, sweat dripping from his forehead.
"Alright, everyone. Set sail!"
The fishermen were instantly invigorated, and they all started their boats to leave the harbor.
Yin Yang also boarded his boat and headed out to sea.
...
Meng City.
"Captain Wang, is it here?"
"Mhm."
A hunched old man pushed open the bar doors, falling into deep thought as he surveyed the carnage inside.
After the battle between Yin Yang and the bartender, the bar was almost a total ruin. Finding clues would not be easy.
On the floor near the entrance were two human-shaped imprints—those left by Wang Bin and Li Qing.
Wang Gen also walked in, his gaze toward the old man tinged with caution.
This old man was from the Wang family—the Wang family of Central City!
When Su Baadao learned of Wang Bin and Li Qing's deaths, he had reported the matter immediately.
A few days later, the Wang family sent someone to investigate. The Li family, however, had remained silent, clearly showing the difference in how the two were valued within their respective families.
The old man took a deep breath.
"There is no divinity residue; no Demigod was involved in this."
"I can sense the spirituality of our young master and Young Master Li. There is also another spirituality that should belong to the enemy."
He frowned slightly as he spoke.
"But something isn't right. That spirituality should be at the level of Sequence 6. Even if our young master and Young Master Li worked together, they shouldn't have been a match for them."
"Was it an ambush?"
"No, that's not right either. Judging by the combat traces on the scene, they should have been locked in a bitter struggle. Why would it end like this?"
Wang Gen narrowed his eyes upon hearing this.
"It's possible there was a fourth person at the scene who cleaned up the spiritual residue."
The old man nodded.
"That is indeed possible. Although cleaning spiritual residue takes time, perhaps the opponent had some singular transcendent item?"
"Bureau Chief Wang, our Wang family wishes to join the investigation. Please understand."
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