Collecting evidence was to explain to the City Lord. Even if there was no evidence, as long as Dongfang Ao suspected Du Feng, he could find an opportunity to deal with him. Of course, the premise was that he could not do it in the Holy City. Violating the rules in the Holy City would be very troublesome.
After dealing with this matter, Dongfang Ao went back. In any case, after dealing with it, the Dongfang family's reputation was not damaged too seriously. It was impossible to say that it was not damaged at all.
Du Feng was even more direct. He took the money and went straight to Fang's grocery store. It was not a small amount of money. It was five times the operating profit of several years. For such a big Dongfang family, it was certainly not a big deal, but it was enough to make them feel distressed.
After all, the Dongfang family had a lot of people. In fact, when it was evenly distributed to everyone, it was not that much. However, Du Feng was different. This sum of money belonged to him. The first thing he had to do was to buy a batch of forging materials.
This time, when he arrived at the door of Fang's grocery store, he stopped to observe first to see if the painting on the screen had changed. Last time, he saw the scene of the giant eye destroying the nameless island. In the end, no one else could see it. He did not know if there would be any changes this time.
Oh, it did not change! Du Feng took a closer look and found that there were no changes. He was slightly disappointed. Because he would enter the painting world every time, and there would always be gains in the painting world. Now that nothing had changed, he could not enter it. If he did not enter it, he would naturally not gain anything.
What a pity, what a pity!
Du Feng shook his head and planned to go around the screen to buy things inside. But suddenly, he heard a voice ask him, "Young man, what's a pity?"
He was stunned and could not help but look up. He saw a man behind the screen. The man was wearing a bamboo hat and holding a fishing rod in his hand. He was fishing on the cliff. The distance between the top of the cliff and the sea below was at least a few kilometers. The fishing rod's line was long enough, otherwise, how could he catch fish?
Because it was an ink painting, it was not clear. Du Feng opened his eyes wide and carefully observed to see if there was a fishing line. He put his head up and felt his vision blurred, as if he had drilled into a thick fog. When he opened his eyes again, he was already at the edge of the cliff.
Oh, my god, I almost fell down.
Yes, Du Feng entered the painting world again and walked to the edge of the cliff. He had a feeling that he could not fly in this world, so he must not fall from the cliff. If he fell, he would probably be smashed to pieces.
Although it was seawater below, it would not be a problem for a person to fall to their death from such a height.
"Senior, were you talking to me just now?"
Du Feng turned around and saw the fisherman with the bamboo hat. He was still holding the fishing rod and sitting beside the cliff. If you looked closely, you would find that he did not have a chair or a stool. He was squatting with the strength of his legs. He was squatting, and he even crossed his legs. He was squatting, but he was squatting.
That was not the strangest thing. The strangest thing was that there was no line on his fishing rod at all. Du Feng had been wondering how long the fishing line should be when fishing on the cliff, but there was no fishing line at all.
He had heard stories about fishing with straight hooks, but this was the first time he had seen someone fishing without a line. If he wanted to use his internal strength to pull the fish up, he could just use his palm. Why did he need a fishing rod? Just as he thought about this, he heard a flapping sound from the sea below.
Oh, Du Feng looked down. It was a fish flapping in the water. More accurately, it was struggling. It seemed to be tied by something.
Looking in the direction of the big fish's strength, it seemed like it was really being pulled by a rope and was slowly approaching the shore. Could it be that there was someone fishing below and it was just a coincidence? Du Feng wanted to focus his eyes and look down, but he realized that he was just a mortal. He could not focus his eyes at all.
He could see the fish because it was big enough. He could see it from far away. However, it was impossible to find a person fishing below the cliff. Moreover, there was some mist on the sea, so it was difficult to see clearly.
Actually, there was no need for him to guess blindly. In the next moment, the fisherman swung his fishing rod. Then, he could see the big fish being pulled up. It flew to the shore at an extremely fast speed and fell on a rock. It fainted on the spot.
Oh, an empty fishing rod could really be used to fish. What kind of logic was this?
If it was someone else, they would definitely not consider this problem. After all, this was an illusion. Anything could happen. They could just treat it as an illusion. However, he was different. Previously, he had seen the Giant Eye's Death Ray, which made his third eye itch.
Now that he saw an empty fishing rod, he was naturally very interested. This was because the world in the painting always gave him some life inspiration.
"Senior, how did you catch the fish? I didn't see the line."
As the saying went, one should not hit a smiling person. Du Feng smiled and shamelessly asked the fisherman.
In the end, the old man replied, "Don't use your eyes. Look with your heart."
No matter how one looked at it, this kind of words sounded like a bluff. Only those who liked to pretend to be profound and unfathomable liked to say such words. However, now that Du Feng saw the fisherman fishing with his own eyes, he knew that the fisherman was definitely an expert. However, what did he mean by looking with his heart? Could there be eyes on the heart?
There shouldn't be eyes on the heart, so he probably meant that he had to look carefully. Therefore, Du Feng focused and carefully observed the fishing rod. At this moment, the old man swung his fishing rod again, as if he was throwing the hook back into the sea.
It was clearly an empty fishing rod, but he still acted so carefully. He was really good at acting.
Wait, this shouldn't be called good at acting. It should be called being attentive. There was only a fishing rod in his hand. There was no fishing line or hook, and there was no bait to attract the fish. However, from throwing the rod to putting it in, he did everything meticulously. It was probably the same when he was waiting for the fish.
Could this be the so-called being attentive, believing that there was a fishing line and hook on the fishing rod to catch the fish?
Therefore, Du Feng began to imagine what it would be like if there really was a fishing line on the fishing rod. How much strength would he have to use to throw it out so far? How much strength would he have to use to retract the line from such a far distance?
He thought about it carefully and then looked at the fishing rod in the old man's hand.
Oh my god, there was still nothing. There was only an empty fishing rod without any line on it.
(End of this chapter)
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