The aged voice sounded kindly, yet it sent a chill down Chen Lin's spine.
This was the Nightmare Realm. Any living thing could pose tremendous danger, especially when he had not sensed when the other party had appeared at all.
Forcing himself to calm down, he slowly turned his head.
He saw a white-bearded old man wearing a bamboo hat looking at him.
The man was slightly thin, but hale and hearty. He held a black, stick-shaped object in one hand and a mesh bag in the other.
He looked like a fisherman, but Chen Lin's eyes narrowed.
Whether in appearance, mannerisms, expression, or tone of voice, the man was no different from an ordinary person!
In the Nightmare Realm, bizarre creatures of every shape were nothing unusual. Normal humans, however, were exceedingly rare. Those with normal intelligence and reason were especially extraordinary beings, and extremely dangerous.
Most importantly, he could not tell whether the man was a Nightmare Realm creature or an outsider like himself!
Chen Lin also noticed that the Black Wooden Stick in the man's hand seemed very similar in shape to the Nightmare Realm item that had pulled him here.
No, it was identical. They were the same kind of object.
Although puzzled, he did not keep staring. He quickly withdrew his gaze and secretly probed with his senses.
Even at such close range, however, he could detect no energy fluctuations from the man, as though he were merely an ordinary mortal.
But how could anyone who appeared here be a mortal? The more ordinary he seemed, the more dangerous he was.
"You misunderstand, sir. I was merely passing through by chance. I haven't been fishing here."
After considering it briefly, Chen Lin answered honestly.
Then he watched the man warily, ready to retaliate with his