The old man nodded, speaking with unusual seriousness:
"Indeed, on the sea, tsunamis are certainly terrifying. But throughout all of Northern Europe, the God of Death is even more terrifying than tsunamis."
At this point, the old man seemed to fall into some kind of dreadful memory, remaining silent for a long time.
After a moment of silence, Yang Yan couldn't help but inquire further:
"Sir, tell me about this God of Death! This is even more interesting to me than the stories of the Viking Pirates!"
The old man, pulled back to reality by Yang Yan's question, smiled and said:
"You young people, I'm telling you, you just love these supernatural stories."
"Anyway, there's still time, so I'll tell you the truth! Not long ago, over on the West Coast, there was a kid who also came with a group of people, claiming to be searching for the legendary God of Death."
