Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 80 The Fishing Demon, Subdued?

"Ha—they've taken the bait!"

The angler in the clouds noticed that one of the floats suddenly sank, so he immediately stood up, went over and pulled on the fishing line.

When he first got his hands on it, its weight made him realize that this time he had definitely caught a human.

The fishing hook will only target ghosts and humans, so you don't have to worry about it catching things like tires, plastic bags, or river stumps.

Moreover, when facing a single target, the hooks below often swarm forward, which can suppress ghosts and humans to some extent.

In short, as long as the target is a human and has taken the bait, he doesn't need to think too much, and victory is practically guaranteed.

The fishing line was slowly pulled up, and the target finally emerged from the clouds as if it were rising from the water.

The first thing to emerge was a right hand that had been forced to be raised.

It was a delicate, tender right hand, the palm pierced by a large fishhook, blood slowly flowing down the fair arm, staining some of the surrounding clouds red.

"woman?"

The fisherman was taken aback when he saw the severed arm, but then a look of delight appeared on his face.

As a seasoned angler, he doesn't care much about women. What could be more pleasurable than catching a big fish?

Moreover, he's past the age where he gets easily excited by pretty women, so naturally he doesn't have any particular thoughts.

This feeling of joy must be due to the "woman" herself.

An unregistered woman controlled by him, who came out of a bizarre game.

This is a great stuff that can extract a lot of "pleasure" bait. With just a little effort, the "pleasure" bait used for this baiting can be earned back.

I avenged an old friend's minor grudge and even made a quick buck on the side. Is there anything easier in the world?

"and many more……"

At that moment, the fisherman suddenly noticed something that looked like a sleeve on the woman's arm.

It appeared to be made of human skin, decorated with a ring of ear-shaped ornaments.

There were human ears, animal ears, and ears of an unknown creature, some kind of green ear.

This is……

what?
The fisherman's gaze fell on the ear sleeve, and an instinctive reaction stirred a sense of dread within him, but he was not overly wary because he trusted his ghostly abilities.

The sleeves, well, they're probably some kind of special protective ghost artifact?

Unfortunately it didn't work.

The ghosts on the fishing hook have their abilities suppressed, a phenomenon that applies to almost all ghosts other than "wish ghosts," making it difficult for the sleeve to actually unleash any special abilities it may have.

As for the wishing ghost...

Aren't those two people below human?

How could someone possibly possess the power of a wish-granting demon?

If it really is a ghost, then I'll just accept my fate.

This is like playing a classified game and encountering a level 6 helmet and armor and an AWM. If you play the game like this, what else can I say?

This one's yours.

The fisherman didn't pay much attention to it; his focus was always on his surroundings, because he was worried that the peeping ghost's ghostly eyes would suddenly appear behind him and reach out a ghostly hand to attack him.

Normally, when you catch a fish, you'll be relaxed and less vigilant. If the Spying Ghost isn't controlled by this woman, it might choose to attack at that moment.

Just then, the fisherman suddenly felt something was wrong with his heart.

Heart rate...

How could it suddenly become so fast? Due to the blessing of the fishing ghost, his heartbeat was already slower than that of a normal person, which meant that his heart could pump more blood than a normal person with each beat.

This is what allows him to remain calm most of the time and not let emotions cloud his judgment.

But now...

His violently pounding heart instantly became his death warrant; his body simply couldn't withstand the sudden pressure.

"Health...health..."

The fisherman tried to reach for the fishing box in the distance, but his body fell uncontrollably to the ground, his muscles trembling all over.

When did the fishing box get so far away from him?

Far away...

It's simply unreachable.

Oh, it was when he caught someone that he walked to the hook and left the fishing box behind.

Never...

Was it from that moment that he fell into the trap of that fish below, and it predicted it?
This was the only thought in the fisherman's mind, and also his last.

When the fisherman died completely, the clouds above the building also completely dissipated, and Zhao Yunyao, who had just been hooked up, began to fall inevitably.

At this moment, the youthful ghost eye that Yan Ming had previously placed in Zhao Yunyao's pocket began to move.

This was Yan Ming's backup plan; he had previously noticed that the fisherman's heart rate was different from that of a normal person.

If the "rapid heartbeat" of the human skin suit can't kill the fisherman, then he'll have to take matters into his own hands.

While the fisherman was inspecting Zhao Yunyao's fish, Yan Ming would suddenly pop out of Zhao Yunyao's pocket and try to kill her with a single blow.

Now, the outcome satisfied him; the fisherman couldn't withstand the "rapid heartbeat" from the human skin jacket.

The fate of the fisherman was sealed the moment he saw part of the sleeve of the human skin jacket.

The "echo" rule of human skin clothing is probably not common; at least, this fisherman has never seen it before.

At that moment, the Ghost Eye in Zhao Yunyao's pocket stirred; it tore open a crack and teleported Yan Ming up from the residential building below.

"Thorn-"

Yan Ming's appearance immediately ripped Zhao Yunyao's coat, but fortunately she was wearing a shirt underneath to cover her body, so there was no accidental exposure.

Since he appeared directly in mid-air, he quickly adjusted his body, caught Zhao Yunyao, and landed steadily on the ground.

When Yan Ming put Zhao Yunyao on the fishing hook, he could sense that the woman was not in a good state, but in order to get rid of the fishing ghost as soon as possible, he did not have a good choice.

Now that the clouds have disappeared, Zhao Yunyao has fallen from a height equivalent to two stories. Under normal circumstances, she would be fine, but she is currently in a semi-conscious state, and such a fall would most likely result in a fracture.

Therefore, Yan Ming used the Ghost of the Gap to teleport up and catch Zhao Yunyao, placing her on the rooftop.

Yan Ming glanced at Zhao Yunyao, who was only wearing a tattered coat. The blush on her face had faded a bit, but her eyes were still closed, her mouth was slightly open, and there were still traces of blood left from when she bit her lips, making them look particularly bright red.

"Luckily, this guy used the wrong bait." Yan Ming couldn't help but sigh to himself. He could guess that the fisherman had probably chosen something like "lust" as bait.

It seemed quite potent against Zhao Yunyao, but for someone like him who had experienced a "false" terrorist resurgence...

The effect is halved.

After all, no living organism would consider reproduction when its survival is severely threatened.

Yan Ming turned to look at the other side, where the fisherman fell from the sky, his eyes wide open in death.

He could no longer hear the other person's heartbeat, but just to be on the safe side, he still stabbed the corpse a few more times before taking the other person's fishing box.

This fishing box must be a good thing.

Will there be map rules for fishing ghosts?
(End of this chapter)