"Mr. Fang! The fog is rising! That's strange!" Zou Mo walked into the cabin and saw Fang Qi and the corpse that the white-faced cultivator was dragging.
He shivered slightly!
"He's... dead?!"
The white-faced cultivator carefully observed them and left with the body.
"Mr. Fa... Fang..." Shaking, Zou Mo walked up and looked at the blood on the floor. "What... What happened?!"
"I don't know," Fang Qi said, "I heard someone in the room next to mine yell 'this boat isn't going to Black Dragon City! I want to get off!' When I opened the door, I saw the sight that you just saw."
"What?!" Zou Mo looked at Fang Qi in confusion.
Fang Qi chuckled, "Just kidding. Do you know a place called Half City?"
"Half City?" Zou Mo looked at Fang Qi in bafflement, and he shivered subconsciously in alarm. "Why are you asking about that place?"
