HDRDTH -Chapter 64 Dressed in Brocade, Never Traveling at Night

“Zzzzt—zzzzt—”

The drag alarm on the titanium lure rod was screaming like it was about to melt.

The sharp slicing sound of line cutting through water tore wildly across the empty surface of the back-mountain lake.

The medical gauze wrapped around Yu Xian’s left hand had long turned dark red-black. Blood dripped down the rod blank, pattering into the mud beneath his feet, forming dark, spreading pools.

This fish was ferocious.

The first run alone had ripped out over thirty meters of line without hesitation.

“Dad! Net’s here! Net’s here!”

Wang Dafu came stumbling over, carrying a giant landing net over a meter wide. He slipped in the mud and crashed straight onto his knees by the water’s edge, splashing foul water all over his face.

“Don’t get too close! It’s still charging!”

Yu Xian clenched his jaw so hard the veins on his neck bulged like earthworms.

He stepped back half a pace, feet planted deep into the mud in a solid stance.

The expensive titanium rod was now bent into a dramatic U-shape, held up entirely by his lower back strength honed from years of fighting fish.

Wan Fei stood in the wind.

Her white silk camisole clung to her body, already stained and dried with mud spots.

Her bare feet were frozen purple, cuts from wild grass still seeping faint traces of blood.

Yet she was completely entranced.

To her, this wasn’t a fisherman’s frenzy.

It was a genius—misunderstood by the world—using a broken, bleeding body to wage a brutal, defiant war against this silent water.

Thirty meters away underwater.

Two divers in black wetsuits were already hiding among the reeds.

They poked their heads up, watching the shore, hearts pounding.

“What kind of monster did that woman hire?”

The lead diver whispered, face full of disbelief.

“A sixty-jin wild black carp—first run underwater is easily over a hundred jin of force, and he’s holding it without snapping the line? Is he even human?”

“If he loses this fish, do we still get paid?”

The other diver rubbed his hands nervously, eyes wide.

Above the surface, the battle raged on.

All Yu Xian felt was one word: 爽 (satisfaction).

Reborn into this life, he had caught all sorts of nonsense—submarines, mines, even corpses. Finally, today, he had a proper fish.

“Turn back for me!”

He seized a half-second lull in the fish’s strength, jerked the rod up hard, then cranked the reel rapidly.

Over ten meters of line were recovered instantly.

The fish roared in pain and rolled violently.

“CRASH!”

The lake exploded into a massive white splash.

A black, monstrous shape flailed at the surface, tail slapping wildly.

“Holy shit—it’s a water monster!”

Wang Dafu staggered backward, nearly dropping the net.

“Dad! It’s thicker than my thigh! That’s not a fish—it’s a spirit beast!”

“If it’s a spirit beast, it’s still going in my pot!”

Yu Xian panted heavily, his left hand already numb, relying purely on muscle memory to lock the rod.

“Net its head! If it turns, jump on it and pin it down!”

After nearly twenty minutes of extreme fighting, the black carp finally exhausted itself.

It rolled belly-up and was dragged into the shallow shore.

“NOW!”

Wang Dafu shouted and slammed the net down.

“I got it! I got it!”

The sixty-jin fish thrashed weakly inside the net, splashing mud everywhere. Wang Dafu nearly got dragged into the water.

“Stop screaming! Pull it up!”

Yu Xian grabbed the net frame despite his injured hand and dragged together with Wang Dafu.

With brute force, they hauled the monster onto the muddy bank.

Thud!

The fish hit the ground.

Both men collapsed into the mud, gasping for air.

Wan Fei could no longer maintain her superstar composure. She ran barefoot over.

Qin Yue turned on her phone flashlight.

The beam revealed a fish over 1.2 meters long, covered in black armor-like scales, mouth slightly open, gills slowly moving.

Shocking.

Absolute visual shock.

“Hahahahaha!”

Yu Xian laughed wildly into the night sky.

“I FINALLY didn’t blank today!”

“No submarines! No mines! No corpses!”

“I caught a proper living fish!”

He carefully removed the titanium lure from its thick lips like it was a priceless treasure.

Then he pulled out his phone and called Su Wanyi.

“Hey, honey, it’s me.”

“Just letting you know—I’m stuck in traffic. Don’t wait up.”

“Nothing happened.”

“And I didn’t catch a submarine.”

“Sixty jin.”

“A full sixty-jin wild black carp.”

He hung up immediately.

Turning back, he pointed at Wang Dafu.

“Get the towing rope from the trunk.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Fisherman’s rule.”

“Dressed in brocade, never travel at night.”

“If you catch a giant fish and don’t parade it through the streets, it’s the same as not catching it.”

Ten minutes later—

An absurd scene appeared on the empty road of the school’s back mountain.

A luxury black business car—worth millions—dragged a 1.2-meter black carp tied firmly to its rear bumper.

The fish hung like a trophy.

“Take pictures.”

Yu Xian posed proudly beside it.

Click. Click. Flash after flash.

He got into the car.

“Let’s go.”

“Tonight, I’m paying.”

The car slowly rolled through the empty city streets at midnight, dragging the fish behind it like a banner of victory.

Meanwhile, in the reeds—

Two exhausted divers finally crawled out of the water, covered in mud, collapsing onto the ground.

The lead diver ripped off his mask, lips purple.

“What the hell did we just witness…”

“That guy’s rod bent into a U-shape and he still held it down like a monster.”

“If he had pulled another thirty seconds, we would’ve been dragged out and steamed together with that fish.”

The next morning—

Weibo exploded.