So, two or three hours passed, the sky was almost completely dark, but the float still showed no sign of movement.
But he wasn't surprised. After all, considering the eerie appearance of the puddle, it would be strange if there were any living creatures in it.
He held the fishing rod, not for fishing, but for ghost fishing.
Ever since he crossed over to the ghost city of Land of Peach, he loved to log into the "Nine Provinces Card Master" app to learn about various ghost knowledge whenever he had free time.
According to his understanding, drowned ghosts or water ghosts, are all top-notch cowards:
They usually only act at night, they won't easily attack strangers, and they run away as soon as they encounter a master.
In general, it's not easy to catch these cowards.
However, according to some eyewitness reports, they seem to like attacking lone fishermen at night.
Chronicle then thought of an idea of "using himself as bait to fish for ghosts in the cold pond".
The fact proved that it is indeed useful to read news and information.
Just as he was getting a bit cold from the night wind and was about to get up to put on a coat, the float suddenly moved.
He lifted the rod and found a fish hanging on it.
But its body had already rotted, obviously dead for a long time, but it was eerily biting the hook tightly.
Seeing this, Chronicle slightly lifted the corner of his mouth.
After casually throwing the dead fish aside, he set up the fishing rod again.
As a result, after a while, the float began to tremble again.
As expected, the fish he pulled up was still a dead one.
After several times like this, even Chronicle, who was quite patient, was getting a bit annoyed.
"That's enough, if you keep playing this game with me, I'm going to use the Mountain Ghost Coin to set off a thunder."
Perhaps his determination worked, when the float began to shake again, he felt a huge force coming from the fishing rod.
Normally, a hooked fish should struggle to get away, but this force was pulling down, as if trying to pull him into the water.
Knowing that the real target had arrived, Chronicle was delighted. He continued to wrestle with the opponent while controlling the Green Zombie to conceal its breath and slowly approach.
After a few seconds, the force suddenly disappeared. Chronicle lifted the fishing rod, but there was nothing on it.
When he turned his head to look at the previous location of the float, he saw a big fish about half a meter long staring straight at him.
Seeing this, he squinted his eyes, changed into his rain boots, picked up the net, and prepared to go into the water to catch the fish.
The fish was motionless at first, then slowly sank in a very stiff manner.
But looking at the shadow, it was still in the same place.
Seeing this, Chronicle stopped, waved his hand, and signaled the Green Zombie to go into the water.
With the sound of splashing water, the already pitch-black puddle became even darker, and then emitted a very strong smell of death.
But Chronicle, who was standing on the shore, felt a chilling hand gripping the Green Zombie's leg, trying to drag it into the deep water.
The robust Green Zombie stood firm, its stiff legs were like two nails, firmly nailed in place.
Feeling its resistance, the drowned ghost in the cold pond exerted more force.
As a three-star evil ghost of blue quality, even if it's not good at physical attacks, its strength wouldn't be much worse than the current Green Zombie.
With a sudden exertion of force, it made the Green Zombie stagger.
The next second, a wave of rage was reflected back into Chronicle's mind.
Accompanied by the sound of "crack crack" of bones breaking, the Green Zombie's outstretched arms suddenly fell.
Then, under the moonlight, the increasingly violent Green Zombie plunged its sharp, bone claws, wrapped in a strong smell of death, into the water, grabbed the hair of the water ghost, and pulled it up.
The other hand was ready to strike, and as soon as the drowned ghost in the cold pond surfaced, it stabbed at its face.
With a scream, the already ugly face of the drowned ghost in the cold pond was instantly corroded by the smell of death, becoming even more rotten.
But this evil ghost was not easy to deal with. In pain, its hair grew wildly like water grass, and in the blink of an eye, it entangled the Green Zombie.
Then it quickly cut off its hair, turned its head with a "crack", and looked towards the shore.
Its cold and resentful eyes were fixed on the figure holding the net, slowly revealing a hint of cunning that was almost human.
So, the next moment, it rushed towards the shore like a torpedo, quickly leaving the just freed Green Zombie behind.
But just as it was about to climb onto the shore, the little intelligence it had left sensed something was wrong.
"The fish is hooked."
Chronicle's voice came from further away.
The drowned ghost stiffly raised its head, only to see the figure holding the net, wearing a high hat and sticking out a red tongue.
Seeing it coming, the thin face was filled with a stronger smile.
As if to say: Surprise!
***
A few minutes later, Chronicle walked out of the darkness with a blank card. With a pull of his mental power, he put the "Drowned Ghost in the Cold Pond", which was lying on the ground like mud, into the card.
With a flash of blue light, the sealing was successful. The blank card had transformed into a material card with a deep blue border.
"Next lucky user, please."
Chronicle said lightly, pulling out two photos from his pocket.
With a wave of his hand, he threw the one belonging to the "Drowned Ghost of the Cold Pond" into the water.
Then, following the location marked on the photo, he headed towards the direction where the "Ghost of the Righteous Dead" often wandered.
It was already eleven o'clock at night. Chronicle, carrying a fishing gear set, was walking in the deep forest with lush tree crowns and wildly growing branches.
Every time the night wind blew, the trees made sounds like the tide, mixed with various animal calls, which made one's hair stand on end.
"This should be the place…"
Looking at the incredibly abstract map on the back of the photo, he murmured to himself.
Compared to the famous and easily targeted "Drowned Ghost of the Cold Pond", this so-called "Ghost of the Righteous Dead" had no population and no records.
Chronicle could only treat it as an ordinary ghost.
So he repeated his old trick, only letting Seven Brothers and the Green Zombie go, using himself as bait, leaning against a huge rock, and started playing games.
Half an hour passed like this, and suddenly a cold and deep roar came. Seven Brothers, who was hiding in the dark, suddenly flew over, carrying him to the side with one arm.
Under the enhancement of the essence of the moon, although the dumpling brother was still half a beat slower than Seven Brothers, his speed was not slow.
That burly and majestic steel body was like a war chariot equipped with a nitrous oxide system, carrying the sound of the wind, and rushing straight towards the source of the roar.
With a "boom", the rock that Chronicle had been leaning on exploded.
The Green Zombie jumped back several steps, and a ghost tiger with muscular muscles, sharp teeth and claws, surrounded by yin energy, and a fierce temperament revealed its shape.
"That's not right, didn't the book say that the weird ones have the habit of marking their territory? If this ghost tiger occupies here, then where is the Ghost of the Righteous Dead?"
Just as Chronicle was puzzled, a short and sturdy figure flashed out from one side.
Its aura was gloomy, its body was sturdy, and it was holding a ghostly baton in its hand.
The originally fierce ghost tiger turned into a docile big cat in an instant when it saw it, and even rubbed its head against it in a coquettish manner.
"A summoning type of weird?"
Looking at the figure identical to the photo, Chronicle couldn't help but frown.