The useless dregs aboard the broken ship, muddling through life as they waited for death, erupted into a chaotic clamor.
At the tavern entrance, the rat demon who had scammed his way into a drunken stupor was roused by the noise. Groggily opening his eyes, he saw Flying Horse cavalry outside through a damaged hole in the great ship, as well as vessels flying in from the sky. Dust from the upper deck drifted down and smeared all over his face.
With difficulty, he stretched an arm behind his back and scratched at the white fungal patches there to ease the itch, muttering under his breath.
"Burp~ Dreaming again. Once I wake up, I'll find the blind fortune-teller to interpret it for me. Mm, I'll keep drinking on credit and pay next time..."
Then he drifted back to sleep in a daze.
All manner of beings filled the ship.
Most of the bottom-dwellers muddling through life in wait for death remained remarkably calm. They sat in corners, their lifeless eyes watching the chaos in the hold, looking every bit like sages who had seen through all things. Meanwhile, the evil cultivators and demons who had come to the black market to trade for goods panicked, scurrying about like headless flies, while fierce ghosts and wandering souls drifted aimlessly, their eerie wails filling the air.
Yu dragged Feng Ying forward through the crush.
The passageways in the ship's hold were packed with humans and demons. Who knew which unlucky bastard they had stepped on? They only shoved forward with all their might. Every kind of demon skilled at climbing clung to the walls and the ceiling above the passageway.
Every now and then, an icy chill washed over her, along with an inexplicable irritation. Feng Ying had lost count of how