The insects that followed were all increasingly outrageous; one that looked like a cotton locust was over 30 centimeters long.

This thing is so tempting, even I would want to take a bite right now.

Grilled grasshoppers are a delicious treat, much more flavorful than grilled meat. And if they even have eggs inside, wow... they're absolutely amazing!

"Master, look, everything is ready. You can start fishing now."

Su Su looked at me expectantly and said.

I gave the rod a shake; it had a decent springiness. Then I started rummaging through my backpack. I remembered I had brought that roll of spider silk fishing line with me when I left.

For this purpose, I specially crafted three fishhooks of different sizes. After searching for a while, I took out a roll of grayish-white fishing line, followed by three fishhooks of different sizes.

After wrapping the fishing line around the end of the rod several times, I secured it firmly with a figure-eight hook-tying method.

Next, tie on a large hook in the same way. For advanced anglers, floats are practically unnecessary.

Today the fishing line wasn't very long, so I used the same method as before: using my fingers to feel the vibration of the fishing rod.

To keep the bait fresh, I hooked the large hook onto the cricket's rear end and cut the vine binding its legs. This way, the struggling insect would attract more attention from the fish in the water.

This live bait was indeed very effective. As soon as it was put into the water, the cricket began to struggle fiercely on the surface due to its instinctive fear of water.

The splashes and ripples created by the crickets immediately caught the attention of the large fish in their hands.

Normally, they have to find an opportunity to knock insects down with a water jet before they can eat them. Today, they've got a free lunch, so why not take it?

These fish had clearly not suffered the harsh realities of society; they swam over quickly as soon as they saw the crickets in the water.

One of the medium-sized fish swam in front, seemingly afraid that the other fish would steal its food, and immediately sucked the cricket into its mouth.

The fish quickly realized something was wrong. It felt something cold and uncomfortable in its mouth and immediately wanted to spit it out.

But is it so easy to swallow something, but so easy to spit it out?

I was already prepared, and when I felt the fishing rod shake violently, I suddenly lifted the rod in my hand.

This time I came prepared; the fishhook has been hardened, making it stronger.

Now, with a super strong fishing line and an extremely resilient rod, I dare to go toe-to-toe with this fish for several rounds.

The big fish, in pain, began to exert its strength and tug-of-war with me in the water, but my physical strength was far beyond what a fish could challenge.

I used the method of fishing for silver carp and bighead carp, taught by Teacher Deng Gang, to brace the rod against my body, using my belly as a fulcrum.

The fishing line on the water made a constant whistling sound as it cut through the water; this guy is incredibly strong. At this moment, the entire rod was bent into a full, curved bow.

Since I didn't have to worry about the quality of the hooks and lines, I didn't even bother to reel in the fish this time.

After the fish struggled for several rounds, this high-intensity struggle not only exhausted me, but also made the fish in the water tired much faster than usual.

Soon, the fish ran out of strength to struggle, and its belly was left to roll weakly on the surface of the water in its final, death throes.

I slowly pulled the fish ashore. We had only ever seen this fish in the water before. Now that we've caught it, the sight is quite stunning.

This fish is spindle-shaped, and its body length is not very long, only about 40 centimeters.

It's just that it's much wider than a regular fish, making it look like a deformed washbasin.

Before, I couldn't see them clearly from the water, and I thought these guys were only about ten pounds. Now it looks like these fish would weigh at least twenty pounds to catch.

I used physical anesthesia, striking the fish on the head with a blunt object. The fish, which was still trying to struggle, immediately became docile and quietly fell asleep.

Su Su was very happy. After taking the big fish from my hands, she took it to the water's edge to prepare it.

I had Dante accompany Susu to find a shallow area to process the fish. That way, even if a deinosuchus came, they could be spotted immediately.

While they were preparing the fish, I decided to cast a few more times. We're not far from our village now; we should be able to get back today.

So I plan to bring some of this fresh fish back so that everyone can have a better meal.

I cast my second line quickly, and a fish about the same size as the first one immediately took the bait. After a brief tug-of-war, the fish lost again.

I dragged the fish ashore and still hit it hard with a stick, physically sending it to the Western Paradise.

By this time, Su Su had already prepared the fish. She then took the fish to the firewood to marinate it and start a fire, busying herself with preparing our lunch.

Dante ran over at that moment. Men have an inexplicable love for fishing, and Dante was no exception. He found this method of catching fish very novel.

Perhaps this is the instinctual desire for hunting that exists in men's genetic code.

Seeing that I was about to cast my third shot, Dante couldn't sit still any longer and said to me with a smile,

"Sir, could I borrow your rod for a fishing trip? It looks like a lot of fun!"

I laughed and handed the pole to Dante.

"Here you go, Dante. But these guys are quite strong, so don't let them drag you into the water!"

I jokingly said this.

"Don't worry! Dante has plenty of strength; they can't pull me away!"

As he spoke, Dante imitated me, casting his fishing rod, which had a live bait attached, out with all his might.

This time was no exception; there were probably too many fish in it. As soon as Dante's bait hit the water, fish swam over and scrambled for it.

However, this time the smaller fish might have missed out on eating earlier, and now they're causing trouble.

One of these fish, weighing only about three pounds, took the bait. Dante, delighted with the catch, laughed heartily.

"These guys aren't that strong, it's not even a struggle..."

Before he could utter another word, the fishing rod plunged down again, a tremendous force nearly knocking Dante to the ground.

"Holy crap! That's fierce! How did this fish suddenly become...so...powerful...?"

In just a short while, Dante's face turned red and his neck bulged, and his arms holding the fishing rod were trembling slightly.

Watching this scene from a distance, I couldn't help but shake my head. Dante is getting more and more wicked; he's even acting so realistically.

Until Dante shouted,

"Sir, help me! I'm being pulled into the water!"