They got up and ran to Ye Chen's side, their expressions dumbfounded as they began to mutter.
"Tell me, Teacher Ye, how do you always manage to fish up corpses?"
"That's really bad luck, Teacher Ye; has your fishing rod been blessed?"
"Teacher Ye, you say there are so many fish in the pond, but how come you always hook up a corpse?"
"You can't bring an urn to fish by the river after having it blessed!"
"What's the panic for? It's not the first time Teacher Ye has fished up a corpse; when the body is retrieved, just call the police."
"Indeed... But it's still a pity. I thought Teacher Ye could really catch a fish this time..."
...
Although they were non-stop with their complaints.
But this group of old men were meaningful enough, at least they stood beside Ye Chen, giving him pointers.
It really felt like sharing weal and woe...
And the phone that was live streaming Ye Chen, its image quality naturally lacks much compared to human eyes.
