Silvanus felt that besides being an actor, maybe he was also an excellent scriptwriter—especially when all the viewers kept praising the storyline, not knowing that every scene was just his impromptu performance.
I'm genuinely a genius, Silvanus couldn't help but praise himself.
On the outside, he looked at Silas with a stern and scrutinizing gaze. Silas stared back at him, his face expressionless, even his blinks seemed as though they were pre-programmed.
Suddenly, the man walked forward, his body passing through Silvanus's spirit.
Silvanus pressed his lips together and followed Silas like a ghost clinging to his body.
He realized he couldn't stray more than three meters from Silas. How ridiculous is that? And he still had no idea what was up with that bizarre fishing rod.
At that moment, Silvanus followed Silas's gaze and saw something in the distance.
It was a corpse floating on the surface of the water. All that could be seen was the tattered clothing, slightly puffed up.
