HDRDTH -Chapter 61 Go Help Me Make the Bait!

“Who is it?”

Yu Xian jolted.

His flip-flops froze mid-step as he instinctively clutched the black wooden case tightly into his arms. His entire body tensed instantly like a fully drawn bow.

This was his top-tier titanium “magic staff” for catching giant carp. If anyone dared to target it at this moment, he would absolutely fight them to the death with his steel rod.

Moonlight was mostly swallowed by clouds. The dirt road in the wilderness had almost no light source.

The shadow did not retreat—instead, it stepped forward.

A woman.

She wore an oversized black trench coat, collar raised high, a wide-brim fisherman hat, and a pair of oversized black sunglasses that covered most of her face.

Standing in the middle of a deserted mountain road at night, blocking the only path to the forbidden reservoir, she looked eerie and lethal.

“Move aside. Good dogs don’t block the road.”

Yu Xian didn’t even look up. He stepped sideways with annoyance, trying to bypass her.

The woman said nothing.

She simply turned and stepped again, blocking the narrow path completely.

“You’re insane, aren’t you?”

Yu Xian’s temper flared instantly.

“Half the night you come robbing people in the middle of nowhere? I’ve got no money! And if you’re trying to rob that, you’re in the wrong place! That reservoir up there has already been signed over to me by Principal Shen—don’t even think about stealing my fishing spot!”

Still no reply.

The woman slowly raised her hand.

She removed the fisherman hat.

Then took off the oversized sunglasses.

At that moment, the clouds parted.

Moonlight poured down like silver water onto her face.

Perfect bone structure. Cold, distant eyes. An aura of absolute emotional detachment.

“Mr. Yu.”

Her voice finally came out—cold and crystalline, like a mountain spring thawing at the peak.

“My name is Wang Fei. I’m not here to steal your fishing spot.”

“Wang Fei?”

Yu Xian squinted at her from head to toe and sneered.

“Oh. You sell fish bait?”

“Don’t waste your breath. I don’t use other people’s bait. I mix my own. Move.”

Wang Fei’s expression cracked for the first time.

A rare flash of disbelief crossed her face.

“I’m NOT selling fish bait!”

She took a deep breath, clutching her coat tightly.

“I’m a singer. I’m here to ask you for a song.”

Yu Xian looked at her like she was insane.

“A song?”

He pointed back toward the auditorium.

“Lady, did you come to the wrong set? The old guy Lin Yaodong is still inside. Go find him. He’s got enough trash sheet music to wallpaper a house.”

“His music can’t save me!”

Wang Fei stepped forward abruptly.

“I’ve hit a bottleneck. Two years—I haven’t released a single album. My voice is still there, my technique is still there, but I can’t sing with feeling anymore. I’m like a puppet with no soul!”

Her gaze locked onto Yu Xian.

Her voice trembled with desperation.

“I heard your ‘Shanhe Tu’ from the audience. Even a crude pressure-cooker valve horn—YOU turned it into something with soul. You must be able to see what’s wrong with me!”

She bowed deeply—nearly 90 degrees.

“Name your price. Anything. As long as you help me find my singing soul again.”

“Not interested. Not writing. Get lost.”

Yu Xian rejected her instantly without even a second of hesitation.

He lifted his injured left hand and shoved it right in front of her face.

The gauze was soaked in blood.

“See this? Work injury! I almost lost my hand on stage making that performance. I’m basically disabled now. My brain’s not working either. I can’t write whatever soul garbage you want. Move!”

He shoved forward, trying to force his way past.

But Wang Fei didn’t move.

Not even an inch.

Like a steel nail driven into the ground.

She grabbed his sleeve suddenly and held on tightly.

“If you don’t agree, I’ll follow you until you do!”

Yu Xian sucked in a breath through his teeth.

His eye twitched violently.

“Fine. Fine!”

He gave up arguing and suddenly pointed toward the pitch-black mountain path behind her.

“You want a song? Sure. But I’ve got rules. My inspiration only comes from water.”

He sneered.

“See that forest up there? There’s a Ming Dynasty fish-releasing pond. Connected to underground rivers. Hasn’t dried up in sixty years. The fish inside are longer than your coat.”

Wang Fei looked into the darkness.

She saw nothing but shifting shadows and wind.

“You want a song?”

Yu Xian leaned in.

“Go help me make the bait.”

“Make bait?”

“Yes.”

He stepped closer, staring down at her.

“If you can stand the poisonous mosquitoes and mud up there, mix my bait properly and throw it into my designated water zone—then when I finally catch that hundred-jin giant carp and I’m in a good mood…”

“I might throw you a couple of lyrics.”

He crossed his arms, waiting for her to leave in anger.

Instead—

Wang Fei stared at him for three seconds.

Then, without a word—

She grabbed her coat collar and ripped it open.

“Riiip.”

The expensive black trench coat was thrown onto a tree branch.

Under the night wind, she wore only a thin white silk camisole.

Then she bent down, grabbed her luxury high heels, and yanked them off, tossing them into the bushes.

Barefoot, she stepped directly onto the sharp gravel and mud road.

“Where is the bait? How do I mix it?”

Her voice was calm.

No humiliation.

Only extreme determination.

“Holy—”

Yu Xian’s scalp went numb.

“You’re serious?! There are venomous snakes up there! Wild boars too!”

“I only asked. Where is the bait?”

Her tone didn’t change at all.

At that moment—

“BANG!”

The broken iron door behind them was suddenly smashed open.