Chapter 975 - Shadow King (1/2)

In a small town in the southeast of China, the town was doing propaganda work, mobilizing everyone to the Land of Heritage to seek refuge.

“Everyone, listen up. These are the instructions from above. If you enter the arcane realm, your safety is guaranteed; if you remain outside, nobody will take care of you… If you enter the arcane realm, you’ll have a job; if you stay outside, you’ll lose your job,” the mobile propaganda car went back and forth on a short main street of the town.

There was a coal mine nearby. Owing to the exhaustion of the coal mine and the collapse of the ground, most of the people had moved to a housing estate in the town where the development was concentrated. They had abandoned their farming work and changed to other occupations such as opening restaurants and involving in logistics, while young people went to school and worked part-time outside the town, etc…

This also made propaganda work easier. It no longer had to be like before, where it could only be done on the way to the village most of the time from day to night.

The former village and land had collapsed due to coal mining and became a large swamp.

A part of it had been converted into fish ponds and contracted to fishermen. The other part became a local tourist attraction for the townspeople and citizens to enjoy on weekends.

Although the townspeople lived a hard life, they were still comfortable.

Even if the Shenyuan era had started and there was a Dragon God in the sky, the place was remote and there were no demons, devils, spirits or monsters. The townspeople’s understanding of the demons and devils was entirely from the Internet and some TV programs on exploration.

The propaganda car’s effort was not in vain. Now, most of the townspeople had chosen to follow the long relocation team and go to the provincial capital where there were specialized members of the organization who would organize them to go to the north by car to enter the arcane realm.

All real estates that could not be moved would be estimated and converted into a living fund for them as a basis of survival in the arcane realm.

As for bank deposits, it would also be counted and superimposed on the living funds.

If this was not the case, it would be very difficult for many people to abandon the houses and properties that they had accumulated for six generations.

According to the propaganda car, the prices in the arcane realm were the same as that outside.

The food was still the original price, a pound of rice for $1 and a pound of pork for $10. Of course, the price fluctuation would happen. This was just a rough description.

For the people of China, as long as there was still food, most people would be able to settle down.

However, there were still some people in the town who would not leave. They were mainly old people and their children who did not want to abandon the elderly.

They did not want to live in the arcane realm. They just wanted to die on familiar land.

These people would not move until their very last moment.

In a fish pond outside the town, an old man was looking at the fish pond. His name was no longer remembered by others unless they went to see his identity card or household register.

Everyone only knew that his surname was Wang and they all called him Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang was more than 70 years old and was a lonely old man.

It was not that he did not want to go to the arcane realm but he wanted to collect this year’s fish before going.

After all, this pond of fish could sell for a few $10,000. He was reluctant to leave it like this. Many old people were not willing to throw away even a bowl of leftover rice, let alone a few $10,000 worth fishes that were about to be collected.

‘Anyway, I haven’t encountered anything in the past few years. Delaying for another ten days to half a month should be fine.’

With such wishful thinking, he still guarded the fish pond every day to prevent the fish from being eaten by some demons who grew sapience, such as that clever crow.

This guy had learned fishing and netting, could you believe it? A crow that could actually fish.

As for big demons who dared to eat people, of course, it did not exist. If it did, it would have been taken away by the Dragon God in the sky.

For this, Uncle Wang was still very grateful. During every festival and New Year, he would lit incense to the Sir Dragon God…

‘It would be nice if the crow was taken away too.’

Today, Uncle Wang looked at the few simple fishing nets that appeared in the center of the fish pond and thought gloomily.

This fishing net was obviously not made by a human. The guys who stole fish would not use this kind of low efficient fishing net.

“Caw caw… Old Man Wang, you still won’t go away? Everyone is gone. Be careful, you might be dragged away and eaten by some monster today!”

At this moment, a black crow flew from the sky and landed on the tattered fishing net. It picked up a small fish hanging on the net and swallowed it. After that, it flew above Uncle Wang’s head and shouted wantonly.

“Awful guy, sooner or later, you’ll be taken away by the Dragon God.” Uncle Wang’s body was weak and the folks were forbidden from having weapons to harm birds so he could not do anything to this newborn demon. He could only scold angrily.

“Caw caw caw, he won’t look at a little monster like me. I don’t eat people anyway. I just eat some fish and shrimp. What should I be afraid of? Moreover, although the fishes are contracted to you, the water is not yours. Do you think only you can raise fish? I can also raise fish,” the crow said with confidence.

While they were arguing, big bubbles suddenly appeared in the fish pond.