Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 81 Fishing for Ghosts - Zhao Yunyao
Yan Ming kept turning the fisherman's corpse over and over; the body was gradually losing its temperature.

Because brain activity ceases, the body can no longer control its muscles, resulting in incontinence and the entire corpse suddenly becoming unbearably smelly.

It has completely lost all sound.

Yan Ming made a judgment in his mind: in this state, he would assume that the fisherman was dead. If the other party really had a very special way of saving his life, then there was nothing he could do.

Now he has neither the time to slowly dismember the body nor the heat to quickly cremate it.

Moreover, there are countless ghosts and monsters in the world with all sorts of abilities. Even if he really cut the fisherman into minced meat, it might not be enough to prevent him from being resurrected.

"Forget it, let's just take the fishing box first." Yan Ming picked up the fishing box and took it away, certain that it was a good thing.

The fact that it didn't disappear because of the fisherman's death suggests that it was likely some kind of extremely special item.

It's similar to a human skin suit.

If I'm not mistaken, the entire fishing box is probably filled with something like bait that can affect a person's mind.

No, it's not just about people; it can also likely influence the behavior and logic of ghosts.

Otherwise, this fishing ghost would be purely focused on attacking people, and when facing a ghost, it would have no means of fighting back except by sitting high on its fishing platform.

Yan Ming thought this was unlikely, as the attribute allocation was too distorted.

What Yan Ming was even more excited about was that this fishing box might have a function similar to "space storage," since a fishing box can't just be used to hold bait.

Furthermore, it might even include map rules related to fishing ghosts.

Yan Ming wasn't quite sure what the inherited rules of the replicated map were, but he felt it probably wouldn't be a murder-for-treasure style of forceful occupation.

Otherwise, every game would inevitably end in a fierce battle at the extraction point, and players would no longer have any trust in each other.

Yan Ming felt that this was detrimental to the official stance of the eerie game.

If there really is an official one.

If every game is a gladiatorial arena where monsters are raised, how many players does the official team of this bizarre game actually use to consume?
Yan Ming has never encountered any strange events in real life, which means that the ratio of players to ghosts is controlled to a relatively small proportion.

For most ordinary people, these strange or not strange things are just urban legends.

Therefore, there's no need to have too high hopes for the Fishing Ghost's map rules; at least Yan Ming feels that what he's gained is already enough.

Ultimately, all it took was consuming a recording ear with an "extremely fast heartbeat" to obtain a fishing box full of bait.

There might be a collection of Fishing Ghost's things inside. Yan Ming was quite interested in the value of the other party's warehouse, given that he was a veteran player who could still move around normally.

However, not now, because he was unsure what the consequences of opening the box would be, so he decided to keep it with him for the time being.

When we get back to Wangcheng, I'll have the Cane King open the box, hehe.

Yan Ming thought of that scene and couldn't help but smile.

He was just joking, of course. He still considers the Cane King a friend, not just a consumable item.

"what are you laughing at?"

At this moment, Zhao Yunyao slowly woke up from her coma. As soon as she woke up, she saw Yan Ming's smile and smelled the stench of excrement and urine from the fisherman's corpse next to her. She couldn't help but wrinkle her nose and cover it.

"Let's go, we'll leave this corpse for now." Yan Ming glanced at the fisherman's body, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to give up.

To be honest, disposing of a body is definitely not an easy task. They don't have the tools right now, so they have no way to move it.

As for the water tank hidden on the rooftop...

That's incredibly unethical; it's unacceptable to force everyone in the building to drink "Grandpa's tea."

Instead of getting bogged down in these things, let's release the relevant content of the Ghost Domain theory first, and let the higher-ups handle it then.

No matter where he went, Yan Ming felt that he was acting in self-defense.

Anyway, he's practically an "unregistered resident" in reality now, so it's not easy to track him down. The last time he was in reality, he was in the area where the Blindfolded Ghost was active.

Yan Ming felt that there couldn't possibly be any living people near that office building.

So he simply dragged the fisherman's body to a slightly more secluded corner, but the stench was so strong that it would be discovered sooner or later if someone went up to the rooftop.

"Let's go."

After Yan Ming finished doing all this, he turned and walked towards Zhao Yunyao, just in time to see Zhao Yunyao staring blankly at her right hand, her expression somewhat strange.
So he went up to take a look and found that Zhao Yunyao's right hand had changed.

A perfectly round hole appeared in the center of her fair palm, with a small, ethereal spool of fishing line connected to it.

In her palm, a sharp fishhook rested perpendicularly, its barbs gleaming with a chilling light.

"This is……"

Yan Ming couldn't help but step forward and examine Zhao Yunyao's palm closely, and was slightly shocked by the appearance of the fishhook.

He had previously hung Zhao Yunyao's right hand on a fishing hook to make the fisherman in the clouds break the taboo of "do not look at what is improper," but he did not expect it to cause such a strange change.

Should I say it or not...

He looks a lot like Jesus.

And it's the winter ice fishing version.

Yan Ming mentally scoffed, then asked, "Is there anything you're having trouble adjusting to?"

Zhao Yunyao frowned slightly, shook her head, and said, "No, it used to hurt quite a bit, but it doesn't hurt anymore. It just feels a little cold."

She touched her right hand with her left hand and could clearly feel that the temperature of her right hand was only in the single digits, and it felt like a piece of ice.

Then, Zhao Yunyao looked at the water tank on the rooftop and said softly, "Moreover, I feel like the fishhook in my hand is part of my body now."

She waved at the distant water tank railing, and the fishhook shot towards the railing quickly, growing larger until it could snag on the railing.

As the fishhook caught the railing, Zhao Yunyao jumped slightly, and the fishhook pulled her towards the water tank, just like a grappling hook in a game.

"Oh?" Yan Ming was somewhat surprised. He hadn't expected that Zhao Yunyao could use the fishhook in her hand in such a way.

In some ways, he does resemble Spider-Man.

The fishhook originated from the fishing ghost, but it is clearly different, with changes in both function and appearance.

After completing the grappling hook sprint, Zhao Yunyao was visibly much happier. The thrill of riding the wind was a sensation that most people couldn't experience.

Then she raised her right hand and asked, "Don't you think I look like a captain on a pirate ship? The kind whose hands are replaced with fishhooks?"

"A little, don't you feel uncomfortable being like this?" Yan Ming asked, looking at the other person's hands.

Zhao Yunyao shook her head: "No, at least I have special abilities now, so I won't be completely helpless. I just felt it, and this fishhook should be able to support the weight of three or four people, enough to carry you away quickly."

"Well, I'm glad you don't mind." Yan Ming nodded, his gaze sweeping over the fishing box in his hand.

If Zhao Yunyao has this ability, she can roughly recreate the fishing ghost's ability by combining it with the fishing box, and she can also coordinate it with the ghost eye's teleportation.

It's not bad.

After completing all this, Yan Ming led Zhao Yunyao downstairs. At this time, there were no more fishing hooks in the residential building, and they successfully arrived downstairs, where they happened to run into Lu Mingzhe and He Lian who were returning.

"Have you found the post office?"

Yan Ming asked.

"No, but we found the address Li Yan mentioned... that police station is just ahead, about a kilometer away."

As Lu Mingzhe spoke, he looked at Yan Ming and said, "How about... we go there ourselves?"

(End of this chapter)