With a plop, the sound of the old fisherman falling into the water reached Qian Cangyi's ears, followed by the sound of the old fisherman struggling on the surface. The rhythm of the sounds was erratic, leading him to conclude that the freezing seawater had not restored the fisherman to normal.
"After reading 'The Verdera Manuscript', you'll become frightened, even if it doesn't last long. But now you're in the water, and no matter how good a swimmer you are, how long can you survive while unconscious?" This was the last thing Qian Cangyi said before he passed out.
The horizon turned fish belly white, and damp sea breezes brushed his side.
Qian Cangyi opened his eyes, his entire body uncomfortable as if it were falling apart. He slowly moved through the cramped cabin and found some dry bread and water.
Despite feeling like he was chewing wax, he ate the food quickly.
"Marshall!"
