Wang Xi cupped his hands. "Please, sir, go on."
"Help me retrieve something," the vendor said with a nod.
'Retrieve something…'
Wang Xi's brow twitched.
'Last time, to get that Martial Arts Manual, I had to fetch him paper cuttings and a broom. What is it this time?'
The vendor continued, "The item this time will not be easy to acquire. It is a burlap sack."
Wang Xi's gaze instantly sharpened.
He had a premonition. The burlap sack the vendor mentioned was most likely that malevolent object he had seen hanging over Mao Li Village two days ago!
The vendor spoke slowly:
"Long ago, in the countryside, there was a farmer's son. He tied a burlap sack to a bamboo pole to make a net, spending his days in the fields catching locusts to protect the rice paddies. The villagers all praised his diligence. But when a sudden locust swarm descended, the terrified Child fled, lost his footing, and fell into a ditch to his death."
