"Ah, sorry, sorry, I'll be careful next time." Sun Lujia popped her head up from the pool, sticking out her tongue with a face full of apology.
"If only there were another sun," Yang Zhaodi, dressed in a black strap swimsuit, said from the side.
"The sun? A sun appearing over the Dead Sea would spell disaster," Mu Rufeng said with a smile, shaking his head.
Above the Dead Sea, indeed, a sun would appear, but only once a year.
And it enveloped this boundless Dead Sea.
However, this sun was a blood sun, and on this day, the creatures within the Dead Sea would become ferocious—it was truly a bloody feast.
"Brother Mu, summoning the Bloody Train onto the Gluttonous Cruise, what exactly are you planning? The ghosts have been fighting over there for a whole day," Yang Zhaodi curiously asked.
Hearing this, Sun Lujia, swimming in the water, came immediately to the edge, leaning over, looking towards Mu Rufeng: "Yeah, I'm curious too."
