C987 Uncle Hee
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The old man put away the fishing rod. On the hook hung a black bug with fine golden lines.
A faint golden color appeared on his fingertips. A golden line was pulled out from his finger. The golden line circled around the bug a few times, then he cut off the golden line and threw the hook into the water again.
Nameless slowly walked forward and took out a chair to sit down
