Survival skills maxed out, I feed my wife and daughter by catching fish and shrimp

When Lao Chengtou was about to lift the rod to catch the fish, he screamed in horror and couldn't hold the rod in his hand.

A black object suddenly emerged from the water, it seemed to be... a human head!

Snap!

The head quickly rose up, causing a splash of water.

Lao Chengtou didn't even see the man's face clearly, he only saw two wet hands sticking out of the water, supporting the slippery ice surface.

"Ghost!"

Lao Chengtou stretched his legs and was about to run away, but his feet slipped and he fell on his butt, almost falling into the ice hole.

"Oh my god! Help! I've known for a long time that the water in Qinghe River is very weird. You old fart insisted on asking me to go fishing. Now damn, I didn't catch any fish, and I'm about to be dragged down by the water ghost."

The old man cried for his parents, but he was so panicked that his limbs were weak and tired. He crawled for a long time but couldn't get far.

Chen Changfan broke through the water with a splash, and the ice chips he brought up splashed on Lao Cheng's back.

The old man slumped down on the ice, his face as pale as paper, and white mist emanated from his open mouth: "Living, living King of Hell!"

This scene caused the old man not far away to burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, you cowardly old thing, turn around and take a look at what that is."

"You old fart, you have no asshole, what are you laughing at!" Lao Chengtou was so anxious that he was about to cry, but he heard his old friend still slapping his thigh and laughing at him. He really wanted to go up and punch this old guy twice.

"Don't be afraid, old man. I'm not a water ghost."

A young man's voice came from behind.

Lao Cheng was stunned at first, then he slowly turned around, plucked up the courage to take a look, and was stunned.

The old man's eyes were about to pop out.

The young man in front of him was only wearing a strange, wet soft armor, with icicles hanging from his underwear, but his skin had a faint bronze hue.

Not far away, an old man wrapped in a sheepskin coat shuddered for no apparent reason and pointed at the young man and said, "Young man, are you crazy? You're crawling into an ice hole in just your shorts in the twelfth lunar month!"

Chen Changfan chuckled, shook off the ice on his body, and casually threw the net of precious fish onto the ice. "Can you lend me a straw raincoat to warm yourself up?"

His hands and feet were clearly warm, but he deliberately rubbed his hands to act as if he was cold.

The old man snorted coldly, but the old fart shook his head, took out a straw raincoat and threw it to Chen Changfan.

"Thank you!"

Chen Changfan put on his straw raincoat and came to Old Pitou with his fishing net.

"Young man, your net is full of precious fish?"

Only then did Lao Cheng notice the fishing net in his right hand. Three golden-scaled shad were swinging their tails, the gills of five ox-horn pomfret were opening and closing in the cold air, and there were many strange fish that he could not recognize.

It looks like a fresh and lively fish that has just been taken out of water.

"The River God has appeared!"

The old man didn't even bother to open the collar of his sheepskin coat, and rushed to the fishing net. Chen Changfan pulled it lightly and threw the fishing net directly forward.

A smaller pomfret slipped out of the mesh and landed in front of Old Fart.

The fishing net fell into the water again due to inertia, and the other end was firmly stepped on by Chen Changfan.

"Old man, use this to pay for your straw raincoat and the fishing money. Is that enough?"

The old fart picked up the ox-horn pomfret, grinning from ear to ear, revealing a few old yellow teeth, and said, "Enough, enough!"

Then, Chen Changfan sat down casually in the face of Lao Chengtou's jealous and twisted expression, and picked up the old fart's fishing rod.

Chen Changfan casually put the tattered hat on the ground on his head and hummed a happy tune.

As I sat cross-legged, ice water was still dripping down my hair.

Weird! What a weirdo!

The old man has met many people in his life, but this is the first time he has seen such a strange young man.

"Humph! You just went down to the river and caught a big fish. What do you think you are? Do you think fishing is just like catching fish, you can only rely on brute force? I don't think you can catch any fish even if you fish for a whole day!"

Seeing that the young man ignored him, Lao Chengtou immediately sat back in his seat angrily, but his mind was full of the precious fish in the fishing net.

A precious fish is worth at least ten or eight taels of silver. If we can get one, why would we keep freezing here?

He was thinking in his mind and had even less interest in fishing. However, after the young man sat down, he seemed like an old monk in meditation, not moving at all. He couldn't find an opportunity to take action for a while.

"Young man, there haven't been any fish biting the bait for a long time. I suggest you take out a rod and try changing the bait."

The old fart got the upper hand and his tone softened a lot. Seeing that Chen Changfan had no fish, he kindly reminded him.

"Old man, be quiet."

Chen Changfan suddenly said something that left the old man confused.

He was confused, but did not ask any questions. He just sat there and watched the strange young man fishing silently.

The next moment, he suddenly felt a palpitation, as if someone was secretly watching him.

He looked around and saw no other figures on the vast ice surface. The old man kept cursing, while the young man beside him did not move. Was it his illusion?

Fortunately, the feeling of being spied on was fleeting. The old man had a bad memory and soon forgot about it.

Under his bamboo hat, Chen Changfan suddenly raised his eyes and looked at an inconspicuous bulge on the ice in the distance.

He was a sneaky sorcerer, and he was the one who was using the art of observing the air just now to observe this side.

Chen Changfan had noticed this in advance, so he borrowed the old man's straw raincoat and hat, and tried his best to conceal his breath.

Judging from the warlock's reaction, it seemed that he didn't notice anything unusual about himself and was preparing to leave.

After the man stood up, Chen Changfan clearly saw the mark on his robe on the back.

A ferocious beast head, surrounded by ancient wave patterns, is the mark of the water god.

That person turned out to be a member of the Water God Cult.

Why are you spying over here?

Could it be because he caught a precious fish from the river?

Or did the previous battle with the Green Dragon attract the attention of the Water God Cult?

No matter which possibility it is, he does not want his identity to be exposed in advance and cause unnecessary conflicts and crises.

After all, Xiaofengzhuang has already made enemies with Sect Leader Huo. If there is another Water God Sect that is suspected to be a sect of the Ancient God, he would be courting death.

After sensing that the people from the Water God Sect had gone away, Chen Changfan finally relaxed completely.

He looked at the water in front of him with ice floating on it, and suddenly became interested.

How about trying a few strokes?

……

"This is strange. We just sensed a violent energy fluctuation in the Qing River. The Green Dragon was inexplicably angry, and the other guys were also ready to make a move. It's obvious that something has happened. But several brothers in our Water God Sect used the Qi-Observing Technique to observe and found nothing unusual. Could it be that we have seen a ghost?"

The Water God Cult disciple tightened his robes, muttered to himself for a while, and then left the river bank.