Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 79 Likes fishing? Gets snagged and behaves itself!
Joy.

It will probably be called something like pleasure again.

The fisherman, perched high in the clouds, didn't name the substance he had collected; all he needed to know was that human bait was highly effective against humans.

Fishing requires bait, which is something extremely fragrant and tempting to fish.

The same applies to human bait.

However, if they wanted to lure people, they certainly wouldn't use simple "food" to entice them.

Wealth, pleasure, power, bliss.

This is a more poetic way of putting it, but it doesn't seem to have much of an immediate appeal, so we can rephrase it.

For example, a monthly income of 100,000, three days on and four days off, and a month of paid annual leave; a first love who is like a white moonlight, 36D; do whatever you want, and don't do what you don't want to do; a dreamlike psychedelic world.

The stronger one's desire for these things, the less able one is to resist when encountering human bait.

At least in modern life, anglers see no one who can completely resist the temptation of these baits.

After all, those people only need to pay a much, much lower price to easily make a large group of people obediently obey and even flock to them.

This human bait can easily break down a person's psychological defenses.

The angler looked at the float, which was showing signs of movement, and knew that his fish were already stirring near the hook.

However, it's not time to pull the rod yet, because the float only moved slightly twice, probably because the fish's body touched the hook, and it will take some time before it's hooked.

As a seasoned angler, he is very patient.

After all, he collected his human bait bit by bit, which was no easy task.

These baits can only be collected in the real human world because only here are there a sufficient variety.

In the context of eerie games, the bait might contain strange impurities and be impure, which can often be harmful to the fishing ghost itself.

Who knows if there might be some kind of ghostly spirit mixed in with it?

The reality is much better. People go to love hotels whenever they have free time, collecting as much as possible before reaching the peak of pleasure. Those people usually end up saying "I'm not feeling well today," never suspecting it's the influence of the fishing ghost.
Correspondingly, this could happen when salaries are paid, during holidays, or even when others are using addictive drugs...

With a little diligence, he can easily exert the suppressive power of the fishing ghost over humans.

Correspondingly, he also has his own methods for dealing with ghosts.

Ghosts have no emotions, but they have almost instinctive desires.

For example, a sick "ghost" often has an obsessive longing for "health".

All he needs to do is collect the emotions of patients recovering in the hospital, and he can use a fishhook to completely manipulate the sick.

Faced with the instinct to harm players and pursue "health," the sick person often finds it difficult to make a decision in a short period of time, which can buy the team enough time.

This is also why he was able to successfully escape from many bizarre games and break free from the game's constraints in less than two years.

Although he was certainly not as skilled as those veteran players who had struggled in the bizarre game for over a decade, at least he no longer had to struggle and was living a good life in reality.

With ghosts around, as long as you're a little careful, it's easy to live a good life.

until today.

The fisherman squinted at the motionless fishing hooks, when suddenly he sensed something approaching from behind.

Even though he had been retired for a long time, the vigilance he had developed in those eerie games had not disappeared, so the fisherman turned around in time and stared intently at the ghostly eye that opened from the crack in the clouds.

And the hands beside the ghost's eye, those hands eager to strangle him. Sure enough, after looking directly into the ghost's eye from the peeping ghost, the ghost's hand stopped moving and was forced to retract into the gap little by little.

During this time, he knew that the controller of the spying ghost below could see his appearance but could not hear his voice.

Then he gave a mocking look and slowly mouthed, "You—have—to—be—buried—with—him."

The ghostly eye disappeared completely back into the crevice, carrying a helpless resentment. This look pleased the fisherman, who couldn't help but reach for his fishing box.

This couple has already stolen their old friend's chance to escape; they must have come from that bizarre game, right?
Everyone has forgotten about this incident. When dealing with other players, the most tempting bait is undoubtedly the one called "survivor".

Those were things he collected from other players who had also successfully evacuated. At those times, the players' sense of security would reach its peak, and these things were the best tranquilizer for fellow players.

No one can resist it.

So he gently grabbed a handful of bait and placed them in batches onto the hooks.

Once the baiting is complete, all you need to do is cast your line and wait.

Fishing is a very simple thing.

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Yan Ming saw it.

Thanks to the first attack from the spying ghost, he was able to see the structure and layout of the clouds clearly.

Therefore, according to this layout...

It's that fishhook.

Yan Ming's gaze fell on a certain fishhook, and he was certain that when the fishhook was reeled in, it would appear right in front of the fisherman.

There is no way to effectively evade it.

He had noticed this when he hooked the eyeball onto the fishhook; the process of the eyeball moving upwards was blurred until it broke through the clouds.

When on the fishing hook, Ghost Eye's active ability cannot be used, so he cannot use Ghost Eye to teleport directly to the fisherman's front.

However, the taboo of the Spying Ghost is not an active ability, but rather a passive rule. So even if it's on a fishing hook, the fisherman will still fall for it after seeing the eyeball.

With the help of his Ghost Eye's exploration and perception, Yan Ming has basically figured out the details of the Fishing Ghost's abilities.

He pinched his thigh hard, trying his best not to be affected by the bait on the hook, but he knew very well that he couldn't keep this up for long.

Looking at Zhao Yunyao next to her, her eyes were even more dazed. If she hadn't locked her hands to the bars of the door, she probably would have already taken the bait.

So Yan Ming made a tough decision, removed the railing from the door, and then hit the fishhooks with force.

In an instant, dozens of fishing lines became tangled together, and many hooks were even forced to snag on other things, causing the snagging situation that anglers hate the most.

The only thing that wasn't significantly affected was the fishhook that Yan Ming had just memorized in advance; it was the only one that functioned normally for a short period of time.

However, Yan Ming's actions caused countless fishhooks to gather on the ceiling, about to fall, as if the fishing ghosts had been thoroughly enraged.

Yan Ming took off his coat, tore off the sleeves, and forcibly put them on Zhao Yunyao's right wrist, who was almost unconscious.

Immediately afterwards, he hid a ghost eye in Zhao Yunyao's pocket, then dragged Zhao Yunyao's right hand and hooked it onto the fishhook.

The fishhook pierced Zhao Yunyao's right hand, and the excruciating pain made her open her eyes and cry out softly.

But it was too late. The next second, the fishing hook pulled her body and sank into the ceiling, disappearing completely.

(End of this chapter)