The fishing rod, dragged down by a heavy weight, finally rose a little with the old man's effort.
But in the bleak night, what emerged from the water wasn't a big fish.
Instead, it was a patch of ghastly white, indistinct from a distance. A heavy stone suddenly dropped in the old man's heart.
It was as if that eerie suspicion in his heart had just been half-confirmed.
His hands trembled, and part of him wanted to let go of the rod, but muscle memory had him subconsciously reeling it in, little by little.
With a grating, CREAKING sound, the heavy weight pulling on the rod finally revealed its true form.
It was a person—completely naked, with ghastly white skin and a face obscured by black hair.
The moment this person appeared, the live-stream chat instantly erupted in screams, and the old man's hands began to tremble uncontrollably.
[WTF, WTF, what the hell is that?]
[So there really are ghosts! Oh my god!]
[I'm screaming my head off! Ghosts are real! What do we do?!]
