At night by the river, the silence is mixed with some noise.

At the end of summer, the chirping of cicadas and the croaking of frogs are endless.

Fang Hao's mood gradually calmed down and his attention returned to fishing.

There are two fishing rods in front of him.

One more fishing rod means more hope of catching fish.

Five minutes.

……

Ten minutes.

……

Another half hour passed unknowingly.

There was no movement at the fishing rod, it was still quiet.

"Very good, the anchor's performance is still so stable."

"Two fishing rods are nothing, even if we put ten fishing rods, our brother Hao can't catch fish."

"Brother Hao, listen to me and go directly to the Internet cafe. This may have a greater chance of catching fish."

"If it doesn't work, we'll electrocute or fry the fish. If it doesn't work, we'll drug it."

"I watch the punishment."

"Good guy, this thing is torture."

"Brother, your idea is dangerous. Electric fish, fried fish and drugging are all illegal. Forget it, we still have to watch the live broadcast of the anchor."

Everyone started joking again in the live broadcast room.

"Fried fish? Electric fish? Poisonous fish? Are you trying to send me in?"

Seeing these water friends discussing strange things again, Fang Hao felt angry.

"Hahaha."

"The anchor is already trembling with fear from you."

"That won't work, we can't send the anchor in."

"If the anchor goes in, whose live broadcast will we watch in the future?"

"The host is covered in thin skin and tender flesh. If he goes in, his little anus will turn into a sunflower."

"Hahahaha, Sunflower...are you trying to laugh me to death?"

"We would rather not catch fish than do these illegal things. At worst, if you pay me a thousand to host, I can help you dive and catch fish."

"Eight hundred."

"Six hundred."

"Holy crap, you swordsmen, how dare you steal my business! Three hundred!"

"99, no one should fight."

"Is it all rolled up like this..."

"..."

Fang Hao was too lazy to pay attention to them and continued to catch his own fish.

This time, if he puts two rods down, he is bound to catch a fish.

Otherwise, it will be even more difficult to cleanse the persona of being unable to catch fish.

No!

How can I not catch a single fish if I am a great fishing expert?

This is too embarrassing.

Fang Hao returned his attention to the fishing rod, looking back and forth between the two fishing rods, waiting for the moment he caught the fish.

Looking forward to the moment of catching fish.

This is what he wants most right now.

Bite the hook, brother fish.

Give me some face.

I’ll bring you more bait next time.

Fang Hao doesn’t know when the fish will bite the hook.

I can only pray silently in my heart, hoping that I can take the bait soon.

Waiting is always painful.

Fang Hao waited for another half an hour, but there was still no movement at all.

Strange.

He picked up one of the rods and was about to pick it up and change the position to throw the hook.

When he picked up the fishing rod, his expression suddenly changed in the next second.

The fishhook under the water seems to have caught something and is a bit immovable.

Hmm?

Did you catch something?

Or what?

Fang Hao was a little unclear. He didn't dare to use too much force for the time being.

It’s better to test it first and find out what the situation is.

But he knew that what he caught this time was not a fish.

Forget it, get used to it.

He also has some mental preparations.

Although I really want to catch a fish, there is nothing I can do if I don’t catch it.

Then he slowly increased the strength in his hand, and the fishing rod slowly bent down. It can be seen that the hooked thing has some weight.

When everyone in the live broadcast room saw the fishing rod in Fang Hao's hand bending down and shouted, they instantly became energetic.

"Hiss...this fishing rod is so bent, what did you catch again?"

"It looks like the weight is quite heavy."

"Is there going to be a big sale?"

"It's a beautiful idea, but with the anchor's luck, it's impossible to catch a big fish."

"And you can see that there are no signs of movement on the float, which means that what you caught is definitely not a fish."

"So heavy? Isn't it another corpse?"

Everyone’s curiosity was suddenly aroused.

When it comes to corpses, I get excited.

"I feel like... maybe it got caught on a branch."

It is normal to have dead branches under the water.

Some people often catch these when fishing.

Everyone looked at it curiously, waiting for Fang Hao to fish out the things in the water.

Fang Hao did not watch the live broadcast room.

He is now holding the fishing rod and carefully trying to pull up the thing underneath to see what it is.

After trying it out, he probably figured out how heavy the catch was.

It weighs about twenty or thirty pounds.

Not light weight.

So heavy, what could it be?

Fang Hao is also a little strange.

Since what he caught was not a living thing, Fang Hao didn’t have to worry too much.

When you pull the thing to the water, you can see a black shadow on the water.

I can’t tell what it is yet.

Fang Hao slowly pulled the thing closer.
To be continued...