"What is this ghostly thing!?" Le Xuan shrank into Wang Hao's arms.
Although Wang Hao was shameless, she felt he was reliable in dangerous situations.
"Hundred Ghosts Cry, Corpse-Hugging Ship, Ghostly Rowboat..." Wang Hao furrowed his brows, his fingertips constantly moving as he pushed the Elementary Liu Ren God calculations to their limits.
Moments later, Wang Hao's pupils shrank sharply, his face changed drastically, and a drop of sweat slowly slid down his forehead, as if he had seen something terrible.
"Hundred Ghosts Cry, Corpse-Hugging Ship, Ghostly Rowboat!?"
Le Xuan paused, carefully listening to the crying sounds by her side, which must be the Hundred Ghosts Cry Wang Hao mentioned.
Looking down at the lake surface's smiling faces, she realized they were not smiling faces at all, but corpses, whose hands were tightly grabbing onto the speedboat—surely the Corpse-Hugging Ship Wang Hao referred to.
