Southeast direction.
The gradually darkening sky enveloped the vast ocean. In the hazy mist, a ship about the same size as Wang Peng and his crew's speedboat was heading straight towards this side.
The ship was travelling very slowly.
On the deck beneath the canvas stood several invisible dark figures.
These black shadows were floating slowly like ghosts.
The huge triangular canvas on the boat was rustling and swaying in the wind, and combined with the dim light that was faintly seeping out of the cabin, it exuded an inexplicable creepy weirdness.
The sea water was floating, and the ship was getting closer and closer to this side amidst the waves.
At the same time, a chilly smell mixed with the smell of blood also came towards me.
Ding-dong--ding-dong--
A cool wet sea breeze blew, and suddenly the sound of bells ringing was heard on the sailboat.
It was clearly an extremely clear and light sound, but at this moment, in this black fog, it made the back of one's neck go cold, and one felt a sense of horror.
Zhao Jiayan swallowed and silently moved his feet, moving closer and closer to Liu Qingzhi who also came to the deck from the Jellyfish House.
The whole person was almost touching Liu Qingzhi.
Liu Qingzhi glanced at him and said nothing about Zhao Jiayan's approach.
Instead, Huo Lin stared straight at the arms of Zhao Jiayan and Liu Qingzhi pressed together. His cold grey eyes seemed to stare through Zhao Jiayan's hands.
Zhao Jiayan was completely focused on this strange sailboat and did not notice Huo Lin's eyes.
Feeling the chill on his arm, he thought it was just a psychological issue. He felt cold all over and shivered unconsciously.
The next second, he instinctively raised his hands and folded his arms, rubbing his goose-bumped skin with his palms.
He is not afraid of zombies or mutant monsters, but he is afraid of ghosts and spirits.
The ship that was getting closer and closer looked like a...
"Ghost Ship!"
The voices of Shen Mo and Wen Yangze sounded simultaneously from the other end of the headphones.
Zhao Jiayan's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Liu Qingzhi timidly: "Brother Zhizhi."
His voice was trembling a little, and now he somewhat understood why Xiao Xiangyang was afraid and talkative when they were walking deep into the secret passage of the church.
He can fight zombies.
Mutants are not impossible to deal with.
No matter how bad the situation is, you can run.
Isn't there a saying that if you are being chased by hundreds of zombies, if you run as hard as you can, you will have a chance to escape. But being stared at by ghosts and ghosts, he may have run around for a while, only to finally realize that these guys were on his back.
Thinking of this, Zhao Jiayan's body trembled again.
"Zhi...Brother Zhi, there shouldn't be any ghost ships in this world."
Liu Qingzhi glanced at him again: "Before the end of the world, weren't you a fortune teller? Are fortune tellers also afraid of ghosts?"
Zhao Jiayan explained with a bitter face: "It's because I used to be a fortune teller that I'm more afraid of these things!"
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A Weak Passerby | BL, EDITED MTL
RomanceLiu Qingzhi is a retired boss of Infinite Flow. Because of a system transmission error, he became a passerby in a revenge upgrade book. In this book set in a post-apocalyptic wasteland. There are only a few words to describe him as a passer-by - Huo...
