"In the abyss of fog and darkness, hunting wandering souls, phantoms!"
A pair of twisted hands reached out from the dense seaweed, aimlessly trying to grab in the general direction of Mao Feiyang.
Mao Feiyang slowly parted the seaweed in front of him and headed towards the original position of the tombstone.
However, as he parted the seaweed, the painful screams in his ears grew stronger: "In the abyss of fog and darkness, hunting wandering souls, phantoms!"
"In the abyss of fog and darkness, hunting wandering souls, phantoms!"
"In the abyss..."
But as he parted the seaweed, those chaotic, disorderly, evil painful screams seemed to lower as if someone turned down a volume knob, gradually quieting until they disappeared entirely.
At that moment, what appeared before Mao Feiyang was not a tombstone, but rather... a dark, decayed ship cabin that had sunk to the sea bottom.
Mao Feiyang stepped over the seaweed and onto the cabin's wooden planks.
"Creeeeak—"
