The sorrowful fisherman, despite his unease, followed the smiling farmer into the Peach Blossom Spring, which was, parenthesis, the Dead Ghosts' Heaven.
Upon seeing the endless and breathtakingly beautiful peach grove before him, the fisherman gradually opened his heart—cough cough cough, what I mean is, the fisherman no longer had that 'messy' mindset.
No longer did he suspect the overly kind farmer in front of him of plotting to rob and murder him and then 'buy and sell' his labor, right?
"Is this where you live, brother?"
With glistening eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and admiration, the fisherman posed the question to the farmer, his previously 'depressing and suicidal' mood nowhere to be seen.
"Yeah, pretty, isn't it?"
Seeing the 'country bumpkin' expression from the Mortal World, the local-born Dead Ghost Farmer felt all sorts of triumphant, arrogantly lifting his chin and then boasting like so.
"Mhm, mhm, mhm."
