They sped along.
Ten minutes later, they arrived at Wu River!
It was already late at night. The cold wind was bone-piercing, and there was no starlight in the sky. However, at that moment, Wu River was filled with countless people. As far as the eye could see, there were people everywhere.
Even Ye Chen could not help but frown, "Why are there so many people?"
"You know nothing about this, do you?"
Luo Shuiyao snappily smiled and said, "Even Shang Santian covet the ghost ship, let alone others. Therefore, every time the ghost ship appears, it will cause the entire world to be shaken, and countless people will rush towards it."
Ye Chen asked, "Didn't you say that we can't board the ship without the netherworld token?"
Just as Luo Shuiyao was about to speak, Xiang Heng, who was at the side, suddenly stretched his hand and pointed into the distance. He cried out in alarm, "Look, it's a ghost ship!"
