Chapter 259 East Sea Descendant_1

About ten kilometers from the suburbs of Zhonghai City, there is a rather backward little village called Xiaohe Village. The village has been largely ignored by urban planning, so most of the villagers work in the city. Now the village is somewhat dilapidated. Apart from two small paper mills, the rest of the village is comprised of brick houses built in the nineties, devoid of any sense of urban civilization.

In the northeast corner of Xiaohe Village, there stands a rundown brick house which was ownerless due to a car accident that claimed the entire family years ago. The house had been decaying for several years and was almost never entered, with even the courtyard overgrown with wild grass.

Unknown to anyone, a man in his thirties had arrived at this decrepit courtyard a few days prior. He was dressed in black, with dark skin and the salty smell of the sea clinging to him, much like an old fisherman who spent his days out at sea on a fishing boat.