Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 77 Next, it's my turn.

What are fishermen afraid of?
Yan Ming hadn't fished much, but he still had the answer in his mind.

The area covered by the fishhook formation was larger than he had imagined, and he was not sure if he could successfully send the Ghost Eye outside the formation.

Yan Ming looked at the other end of the corridor, where the staircase led downwards.

The fishing hooks stretched all the way in that direction, but didn't seem to continue extending along with the stairs.

Li Yan upgraded the rule "Peeping Ghosts" to T2 level, but still did not directly change the fundamental setting of the Peeping Ghosts.

When the demon eye is not locked onto a target, it is just a single demon eye, which is an eyeball.

Only when the corresponding target violates the taboo can the ghost eye evolve into the state of "ghost hand companion".

To make a distinction, the former is considered an immature eye, while the latter is considered an adult eye.

At gradient T2, only the young eye can actually be thrown out, and the young eye cannot move on its own to change its position.

In other words, once the baby eye is thrown, the location where it lands is basically the location he can teleport to, and it cannot be easily changed.

"Wow—"

The fishing hooks above descended again, and this time Yan Ming could only maintain a half-squatting position, otherwise the fishing hooks would be blown by the wind and snag on him.

He looked toward the stairs, silently gathering strength in his hands.

Yan Ming wasn't sure if there was such a fishhook trap on the floor below the stairs, but he had no choice but to gamble because he didn't have much time left.

Once the fishing hook formation is completely in place, the two of them will have nowhere to run.

Their only hope was that the area below the stairs was untouched by the fishing trap, which would allow them to escape temporarily.

Once we escape, we can then retaliate against the guy in the apartment building.

The Ghost Eye's movement trajectory cannot be higher than the fishhook, otherwise it may be affected by the fishhook.

Yan Ming seized the opportunity and tossed the Ghost Eye in his hand low like a billiard ball.

As the ghost eye drew a low, flat arc in the sky, the fishing hook above seemed to sense its trajectory and continued to descend to chase after it, extending its pursuit all the way.

The ghostly eye landed precisely at the top of the stairs, then struck the handrail and bounced back onto the steps.

After falling down the first step, Ghost Eye gained the initial momentum to roll downwards and began to gradually accelerate.

Yan Ming was immediately delighted; his movements were extremely precise, exactly the result he wanted.

If they could just roll down the stairs, they could break the deadlock...

After waiting for about thirty seconds, he sensed that the Ghost Eye had stopped, so he reconnected to obtain the Ghost Eye's vision.

With the help of the ghost's eyes, he saw the scene around him.

Ghost Eyes stood on the platform halfway up the two flights of stairs, looking up at the ceiling.

Within seconds of the Ghost Eye coming to a stop, several fishhooks descended from the ceiling, landing directly above the Ghost Eye.

The distance to the ghost eye was only about 10 centimeters, practically within arm's reach, and the sharp arc of light almost pierced his pupils.

Useless.

Yan Ming felt a cold sweat on his back; he hadn't expected the fishhook trap to be so troublesome.

The fact that the fishhook could descend according to the size of the ghost's eye shows that the Air Force Ghost's control over the fishhook is far beyond imagination.

In this situation, it would probably be pointless to send the eyeball out, because the angler above would definitely lower the hook based on the position of the eyeball.

Even with spatial teleportation, one still cannot escape the pursuit of the fishhook.

"you……"

Zhao Yunyao could tell from Yan Ming's gloomy expression that the result was not ideal, so she kept quiet and did not ask any more questions.

She was aware of her position; it was good enough if she didn't cause trouble at this moment. However, Yan Ming's furrowed brows quickly relaxed, and he suddenly realized that his thinking seemed to have some problems.

You like fishing, right?

Let's go fishing.

It's just a little pain, isn't it?

Yan Ming reached out, and another child ghost eye appeared in his palm. Without hesitation, he attached the ghost eye to the fishhook.

In an instant, the excruciating pain of the sharp fishhook piercing his eye was simultaneously applied to the depths of Yan Ming's mind, as if several steel needles had pierced his brain.

Under the onslaught of excruciating pain, he even felt unsteady on his feet. But having gone through so much, he still managed to stand firmly against the door, and even pulled the ghost eye hanging on the fishhook down a little more, creating the illusion that the hook had caught a big fish.

Just as he had predicted, the fishhook, carrying the eyeball, shot upwards in the next second, piercing through the ceiling and heading to an even higher place.

Yan Ming simply clenched his fists tightly, forcing himself to overcome the pain and calm down as much as possible.

Next, he had to endure the excruciating pain and open his ghost eyes to share the view from the fisherman's side.

Meanwhile, in the air above the residential buildings, a camouflaged cloud remained motionless for a long time.

Amidst the clouds, a man in his fifties leaned back comfortably in a soft cloud-shaped sofa, awaiting the outcome with apparent ease.

Today is the day his old friend from "prison" returns to reality, so he went to his friend's house as agreed, but he felt something was wrong as soon as he entered the apartment building.

The old friend, who was trapped in a certain game scene, finally failed to come out as usual. Instead, a man and a woman appeared at his house.

Judging from their young age, they were definitely not the kind of people who played with the older generation of eerie gamers.

Therefore, my old friend may have already been murdered.

He didn't feel much emotional distress about his old friend's death, after all, people like them were used to life and death.

Or perhaps, they will soon meet the same end, together on the road to the underworld.

However, given their long-standing friendship, he would still step in to avenge his old friend; otherwise, wouldn't he have lived his life in vain?
So he silently used his ghostly abilities to set things up.

Now...

We're just waiting for the fish to take the bait.

At that moment, one of the fishing lines suddenly sank downwards and then quickly rose up automatically.

"Ha—they've taken the bait!"

He uttered these delighted words, then quickly shook the nonexistent fishing rod in the air, placing what he had caught before his eyes.

Suddenly, an eyeball burst out of the clouds and landed right in front of him.

Just as he was slightly stunned, the bloody eye pierced by the fishhook suddenly opened!

Her malevolent eyes were fixed on him, as if she wanted to memorize his appearance completely.

"This is……"

He paused for a moment, then realized he was in trouble.

This is a spy!
With the fishing trap already in place, how could he possibly "fall into the trap" (violate a taboo) before his opponent could?!

Damn, how could it happen to be a spying ghost?!
Meanwhile, Yan Ming below was enduring the pain of opening his eyes, because the fishhook had barbs, which fish could not easily escape. Opening his eyes was undoubtedly an active "bump" into the sharp barbs.

However, even through the blood-soaked vision, he still managed to make out the old man's appearance.

Very good, finally there is a force to resist.

and……

It's my turn.

(End of this chapter)