"It's me!"
Tang Hao's figure flashed and arrived in front of the ship.
The ship came to a sudden stop. The old man fixed his eyes on it and couldn't help but be shocked. He blurted out, "Kid, you're not dead?"
"Nonsense! Do you think I would die so easily?"
Tang Hao rolled his eyes.
"Oh my! That's great! I thought you were dead! Oh, right, there's a monster. Let's run! It'll be over if we get caught!" the old man said anxiously.
As he said that, he subconsciously turned around and looked behind him.
He was stunned.
There was nothing behind him, and the monster was nowhere to be seen. The storm had stopped.
"What happened? Where is he?"
He mumbled, and in the next moment, as if he had thought of something, his whole body shook as if he had been struck by lightning.
Then, he stiffly turned around, his eyes wide as he looked at Tang Hao in disbelief, his voice trembling: "Little… kid, it's… it's you?"
