Suddenly, there was an additional decrepit ship on the sea surface, which was odd in itself. Moreover, as soon as they boarded, thick fog began to rise around them, compelling them to think of those terrifying places.
"Ling Feng, brother, I am a bit scared... this ship... does it not resemble the ghost ships from those legends?"
After Guan Dongjun let this out, the ordeal of the past days had whittled down this once plump and fair young master. What he had been through recently was truly the most miserable chapter of his life.
"Don't scare yourself. There's no such thing in this world," Ling Feng, although also somewhat afraid, remained composed.
Hearing Ling Feng say this, Guan Dongjun dared not speak further, clinging tightly to Ling Feng, too afraid to be by himself. Ye Wudao, however, paid them no attention. He touched his middle finger and smirked dismissively; the fishing boat was indeed a ghost ship, yet the reason for its presence in these waters eluded him.
