The current Blue Spirit Mountain Villas had turned into a paradise for birds. Large groups of birds flew about gaily through the mountain range.
All the unused villas had been bulldozed under Bei Feng's order, only leaving behind three for his own use.
Bei Feng sat silently beside the well, like an old monk deep in meditation. A golden fishing rod so dazzling that it looked like it was burning was grasped in his hands.
"What the hell is that..."
The improved ability of the fishing rod allowed him to see 200 meters around the hook. At this time, Bei Feng saw countless tree roots bursting out of the ground and stabbing into a human's body. In an instant, that person's body withered and crumbled into dust.
This was not the first time Bei Feng had witnessed such a scene. No matter how much he swung the rod and changed the location of the hook tens of times, it was still the same thing!