"Mr. Jiang? Yeah, I know him, but it's been a while since I've seen him come fishing. He used to be here every day." The young man gave Wang Lan a brilliant smile.
"Oh? Are you familiar with him?"
"Not really! We've chatted a few times while fishing together. Seems like he's a chef. Ah, I've got a bite..."
The young man suddenly stood up and rapidly reeled in his rod. Wang Lan stepped back and watched. Suddenly, the young man let out a surprised yelp.
"Something's not right. It's so heavy, but there's no movement... Could it be snagged on a branch?" He quickly reeled in the line again, and soon something resembling a hemp sack was pulled out of the water.
"Damn, what the hell is this?"
The commotion caught the attention of the surrounding anglers, and a few ran over.
"Liu, hold on a second... This doesn't look right."
"It looks a bit like a Water Ghost," an angler in his thirties said gravely.
