The nose-shaped boat began to move forward, and Qian Cangyi's gaze was fixed on Xiao Tai.
From the phone's horn, a sharp cough sounded now and then.
Soon, the nose-shaped boat reached the shore, and Qian Cangyi followed Xiao Tai off the boat.
Surrounding them, grey and black specters drifted by occasionally, their faces blurry, their lower halves a constantly rolling mass of black fog.
A pitch-black ship appeared atop the deserted stones ahead, leaning slightly, somewhat dilapidated, with deep green vines entwined around the ship's mast, while ghost fires floated out of the ship's windows from time to time.
A cold breath dispersed in the air, making Qian Cangyi feel a bit cold, so he instinctively draped the blanket over himself.
"Are we going inside the ship?" Qian Cangyi asked.
With Xiao Tai leading, there was likely little danger, but Qian Cangyi still felt an uncomfortable sensation.