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About twenty minutes later, a food delivery driver rode up on his electric scooter and stopped by the roadside.

Qi Wu stood up, his gaze fixed intently on the other person.

When they realized that the other person was just an ordinary food delivery guy, with his head properly attached to his neck, there was nothing unusual about him.

Qi Wu was a little disappointed.

The delivery driver got off his vehicle, took the food, and walked down the riverbank.

"Hello, your takeout has arrived."

Qi Wu took the bag: "Thank you."

Zhao Peng breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it wasn't a ghost story.

Qi Wu ordered fried skewers tonight, and the three of them shared them as a late-night snack.

After finishing their fried skewers, the group tidied up and continued night fishing.

Time passed by, second by second.

One point, two points, three points.

The river was calm and still, reflecting the faint moonlight without a single ripple.

Forget about ghost stories about night fishing, we didn't even catch a single decent fish.

Around four o'clock, as dawn began to break, Qi Wu packed up his fishing rod and said, "Let's go."

Although the ghost stories of night fishing don't appear once a night like the ghost stories of takeout delivery, they won't appear after dawn.

Zhao Peng sighed, looking exhausted: "I've been fishing all night, but no ghost stories have come."

Qi Wu hoisted the fishing rod onto his shoulder, seemingly unsurprised: "I expected it. I expected it."

"There are so many people night fishing in the summer, there are anglers everywhere. You might get distracted by other people and it's not that easy to run into a ghost story."

Zhao Peng asked, "So, shall we come again tomorrow?"

"Come."

"And the day after tomorrow?"

"Come on too."

"And the day after tomorrow?"

Qi Wu glanced at him: "If you don't want to come, you don't have to."

Zhao Peng chuckled: "Of course I came, but I got bitten all over by mosquitoes, it was awful."

He looked down at his arm, which was covered in mosquito bites, a dense cluster of white bumps that made his scalp tingle just looking at it.

Several bumps were scratched open, and blood was seeping out.

"Damn it, can't these mosquitoes just die already?" Zhao Peng couldn't help but curse, his belly full of resentment.

"Make sure you take precautions when you come tomorrow night. Bring mosquito repellent, mosquito patches, long sleeves and pants, and don't forget anything."

Qi Wu was fine; he was completely clean, without a single bite, as if the mosquitoes had never existed.

He has a superhuman physique, so even missiles can't penetrate his defenses, let alone mosquito bites.

It's no different from stabbing a steel plate with a mosquito's mouth.

The three then took a taxi back to school.

Although it wasn't six o'clock yet, perhaps because it gets light early in the summer, the dormitory building's main gate was already open.

Back in the dorm, Zhang Wei was still awake, but he was tired from playing games and was lying on his bed watching videos with the speakers blasting loudly.

Seeing three people push the door open and come in, he looked up and glanced around. He saw Zhao Peng rummaging through drawers and cabinets in the dormitory looking for ointment to relieve itching and swelling.

Zhang Wei asked, somewhat puzzled, "You guys really went fishing all night?"

Liu Yang climbed onto his bed and said without turning his head, "Would I lie to you?"

Zhang Wei couldn't understand: "What's so good about fishing? Feeding mosquitoes outside in the middle of the night? Are you crazy?"

Liu Yang simply replied, "You don't understand."

Zhang Wei genuinely didn't understand; he just felt that Qi Wu and the other two had been acting mysteriously lately, and he had no idea what they were up to.

Qi Wu ignored them.

He climbed into his bed, took out his phone, and glanced at his class schedule.

There are no classes in the morning, and only one class in the afternoon.

After all, it's nearing the end of the semester, and many courses have already finished.

I can finally catch up on my sleep without worry.

Qi Wu tossed his phone aside, pulled the covers over his head, and went straight to sleep.

And so, for the next few days, Qi Wu and the other two lived a standard underworld lifestyle.

Night fishing.

I catch up on sleep during the day.

Skip class if you can, and if you can't, go to the classroom to sleep and sleep on your desk for the whole class period.

Almost a week has passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, they ordered takeout every day at midnight, but neither the "Tales of the Takeout" nor the "Tales of the Night Fishing" arrived.

On the contrary, the mosquitoes came punctually every day, never missing a beat, biting Zhao Peng and Liu Yang to the point of wishing they could kill all the mosquitoes.

For this reason, Zhao Peng has already fully armed himself.

Long sleeves, long pants, mosquito repellent bracelets, and floral water—they were wrapped up from head to toe, looking like they were going to war.

But the effect was still not great; the mosquitoes still bit.

It's not that it's completely useless, but it certainly doesn't mean much.

Qi Wu is still unharmed.

He has a superhuman physique; even mosquitoes can't bite through his skin no matter how hard they try.

It would be strange if the mosquito could bite through it.

On the second day of the night fishing trip, Qi Wu received all the rewards he had earned for killing the water ghost and the pig-headed man.

The bank received 1.6 million.

The federal government has a tax-free policy for bounties on supernatural events, so there is no tax deduction.

This is also a way to encourage extraordinary individuals to claim the reward.

Although he was not short of money, Qi Wu did not spend it extravagantly.

I mainly spend my days night fishing and searching for ghost stories, so I don't have time to spend it.

Qi Wu was really eager to find the ghost stories about night fishing.

The Night Fishing Ghost has the ability to control water; defeating it will unlock the water control ability of the Water Ghost template.

This is one of the abilities he desires most right now.

The super body is powerful and durable, and invincible in close combat, but it lacks ranged attacks, making it more passive when facing distant enemies.

Controlling water is a different story.

Once unlocked, you can use all sorts of gameplay features, such as water guns, water blades, and water bullets.

So even after receiving 1.6 million, Qi Wu didn't change his plans to go and have a good time.

I'll still go fishing, I'll still wait, no matter what.

During this period, information on the Extraordinary Forum was also constantly being updated.

Every night, unlucky souls are killed by ghost stories about night fishing and food delivery, but Qi Wu just can't seem to encounter any of them.

Not even once.

However, the countermeasures bureau couldn't sit still any longer and issued a notice through official channels.

[Please be aware of safety during the summer. Do not fish at night and take precautions to prevent accidental drowning.]

However, because fear amplifies supernatural tales, and the Federation currently has no plans to disclose the matter of the supernatural resurrection, it is impossible to reveal the real reason.

As a result, the anglers naturally didn't take it seriously and continued fishing as usual.

"No night fishing? On what grounds?"

"Accidentally falling into the water? I've been fishing for twenty years and have never fallen into the water. Mind your own business."

Qi Wu estimated that as more and more night-fishing enthusiasts died, those who survived wouldn't be fools; they would definitely know there was a problem and would stop night-fishing altogether.

When no one is night fishing anymore, it will be much easier to find night fishing ghost stories on your own than it is now.

……

Soon, it was early Saturday morning.

Qi Wu and his two companions continued their night fishing trip by the river as usual.

After midnight, Qi Wu ordered takeout.

Zhao Peng and Liu Yang have already overcome their allergies and are no longer afraid to order takeout in the middle of the night.

Anyway, it's not that easy to encounter ghost stories.

Qi Wu's takeout arrived quickly.

But tonight was another normal takeout order, and the strange story of not receiving the delivery arrived.

While munching on a kebab, Zhao Peng mumbled, "Why is it so hard to encounter ghost stories? I used to run into one just by having a casual meal, but now I've been waiting around for almost a week and haven't even seen a trace of one."

Qi Wu ate his barbecue skewers and browsed the forum without even looking up: "If ghost stories were so easy to come by, the Countermeasures Bureau would have dealt with them all long ago."

"It's precisely because they're rare to encounter and pose little threat that the Countermeasures Bureau is ignoring ghost stories for now."

Just as the group was chatting, Zhao Peng's fishing rod suddenly sank sharply, bending into an exaggerated arc, and the fishing line became taut.

Zhao Peng's eyes lit up, and he instantly perked up.

"I caught a fish!"

The three of them went night fishing to find ghost stories, not to catch fish.

But perhaps due to the beginner's bonus, they have been catching fish frequently these past few nights, and their catch has been quite substantial.