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What the hell?

Is there really any angler more badass than Brother Feng?”

“Brother Feng is indeed too humble.

What clever tricks could these unenlightened natives have?

It can’t be some attention-grabbing gimmick to fool people, right?”

“The locals just love to dabble in all that mystical mumbo jumbo.

What are they showing us exactly?”

Yue Feng turned the drone camera, bringing the earthenware pot into view.

Yue Feng, “Barbaro is a locally famed angler known for catching catfish, and this is his secret weapon for fishing,

I was curious and took a peek at it back at the campsite and almost passed out from the stench!

Now he’s busy extracting the bait to hook onto our heavy-duty fishing rods!

You all can check it out and see if anyone recognizes what it is!”

In the camera’s view, Barbaro used a sturdy stick to pick out a string of objects laced together with vines from the pot, looking inky and black.

Even with a wet towel over his nose and mouth, Yue Feng could faintly smell the putrid odor, churning his stomach continuously.

Zhou Jie nearby wasn’t doing any better, gagging several times and eventually unable to hold it back, he began to vomit uncontrollably.

Dry heaving was manageable with a nose covered, but the act of vomiting naturally loosened the hand, and an even stronger wave of foul smell hit, making the vomiting more intense.

Yue Feng initially held it in, but seeing Zhou Jie retching so violently, he followed suit, making the live stream’s scene extremely awkward.

“Holy shit, what is that thing?

Brother Feng and the other guy both threw up!”

“Isn’t it just seasickness?”

“You must be an absolute dunce upstairs, my god, seasickness!

They’re clearly overwhelmed by the smell!”

“I’ve had a similar experience.

Once I went fishing for half a night, and when I got back, a fish got its dorsal fin caught in the fish guard and it didn’t fall out.

It ended up in my car’s trunk, and when I discovered it two days later, I almost passed out when I opened the trunk—the smell was freaking overpowering!”

“Looking at this whole black strand, could it be chicken intestines?

Here we also have expert anglers who fish for catfish and like to put chicken intestines in zip bags to ferment under the sun.

They say catfish really love that rotten smell!”

Believe it or not, there’s an expert in the live stream!

Someone did recognize what this string of things was.

Compared to Yue Feng and Zhou Jie’s behavior, Barbaro didn’t react at all, holding the strand of guts with bare hands to check its fermentation level.

After confirming it was ready, he naturally hung the bait on the hook and continued to thread it, stopping only after reaching the weight below the sinker.

Yue Feng’s vomiting lasted for about five minutes, emptying his stomach of undigested dinner before it finally ceased.

The child, however, was not affected at all.

Having learnt her lesson from the odor in the afternoon, she had modified a double-layer mask and tied a wet towel on the outside, completely blocking the smell from getting through.

“Fengfeng, are you okay?

I’ll help you re-tie it.

Cover your nose tightly, and you can hold on!

I would’ve modified a mask for you too if I knew!” the child asked with concern.

Yue Feng took a breath, no longer daring to breathe through his nose.

Breathing through his mouth made it a lot more bearable.

“Water, get me a bottle of water!”

The child obediently opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it over.

Yue Feng took two big gulps, rinsing his mouth, finally feeling a little relief.

Yue Feng: “The guys must be laughing at me, damn, I was careless!

This scent is freaking perfect!”

“Haha, Brother Feng hasn’t given us the answer yet.

What exactly is that stuff?”

“Wearing an activated carbon mask would be much better!”

Yue Feng: “Someone in the public channel has already guessed the correct answer—it’s a fish bait made by fermenting a mix of chicken intestines and other offals with the juice of a local plant!

It’s said to work extremely well for catching catfish!

Now that Barbaro has rigged the bait, let’s cast our lines and give it a try!”

Yue Feng spoke with his nose covered, his voice muffled, but still audible.

No one in the live broadcast made a fuss, and they all expressed sympathy for Yue Feng’s plight.

After signaling, Yue Feng cast the bait toward the selected spot, about forty meters away.

The bait and sinker hit the water, splashing up a great deal of spray.

After getting used to it for a while, the stench lessened a bit.

It was probably because his nose had gradually become accustomed to the smell as a protective adaptation.

Looking at Barbaro, he took out a packet of dark powder from his small bag, dipped his hand in it, and rubbed it slightly.

After repeating the process a few times and rinsing with river water, he sat on the boat as if nothing had happened, quietly waiting for a catfish to bite.

While waiting, there was nothing else Yue Feng could do, so he pulled Zhou Jie in to translate and started chatting with Barbaro.

Yue Feng: “Can’t you smell the odor from those animal viscera?

And what was that black powder you just used?

Can you tell us about it?

A drone is flying overhead, and on the other side of the camera, over a hundred thousand compatriots from China are watching our hunt!”

After learning that more than a hundred thousand people were watching, Barbaro became visibly more reserved.

Yue Feng signaled Zhou Jie to light a cigarette for him, and the robust local man opened up more.

Barbaro: “Since I was young, my grandfather made a living by fishing in the river!

He was especially skilled at using animal viscera as bait to catch big catfish!

Some of these catfish are quite valuable in the local market!

My grandfather always managed to catch them!

Later, as my grandfather got older, he passed the technique on to my father, and after that, he taught it to me!

I can smell the stench, but after you get accustomed to it for a while, you stop reacting!

As for the black powder, it’s charcoal mixed with several types of fine sand from the jungle, used for thoroughly cleaning the hands!”

Zhou Jie translated Barbaro’s words verbatim for everyone to hear.

It was a story of a family tradition—nothing unusual.

“What’s the heaviest catfish you’ve ever caught?

Can you tell us about that experience?”

Barbaro: “When I was thirty-five, I caught a big fellow weighing over two hundred pounds!

I made a trap out of a thick fishing line, tying one end to a tough and elastic golden acacia branch on the riverbank.

The next day, the big fish was exhausted and dead when I checked!

I’ve also hosted an American adventurer for a show.

We were close to hauling in a catfish that weighed at least three hundred and fifty pounds, but we were unlucky.

The knot broke at a critical moment and it got away!

As for catfish ranging from a few dozen to a hundred pounds, they’re countless!

Now, I mostly rely on the salary from the camp to maintain a decent living and no longer depend on fishing for a livelihood!”

Talking about his fishing experiences, Barbaro became notably talkative.

Especially when recounting catching the two-hundred-pound fish, a rare smile even broke out on his face.