The old man's face was grim, and he said nothing. But his grip on the fishing rod tightened, and he pulled with increasing force. Finally, the ripples on the lake's surface grew larger, spreading out in concentric circles.
A faint sound even rose from the water. A strange sense of dread crept into the old man's heart. He didn't know if it was because of what Su Nian had just said—that his fishing rod could actually catch a ghost.
Deep down, the old man didn't believe it. He even scoffed at the idea.
But now, he was inexplicably affected. A thread of nervousness took hold, and he even felt a chill crawling up his back.
[She said there was a ghost? Looks perfectly normal to me!]
[Yeah, seriously! Some people can only rely on spouting nonsense!]
[And she calls herself a streamer! I bet the only skill you have is scamming people out of their money!]
