The moonless night was pitch-black. On the wild grassland south of Ring-Barren Island, it was eerily quiet.
A small thatched hut stood starkly on the grassland. No farmland had been cleared nearby, and there was not even a path. It looked as though no one had lived there for a long time.
Against the backdrop of the night, the hut resembled a monster crawling through the wilderness, waiting for a lost traveler to arrive so it could swallow them whole.
"Woof."
Bubu Wang's low bark came from nearby. It meant: The person inside the hut is asleep.
After receiving this information, Su Xiao stepped toward the hut ahead. As soon as he reached the door, he heard steady snores coming from inside.
The door of the hut was pushed open, and the snores abruptly stopped.
Su Xiao entered the hut and set the oil lamp in his hand on the ground. He saw a dark-skinned man around forty years old lying on the dead grass.
The middle-aged man's face was waxen yellow. His bare upper body was wrapped in tattered strips of cloth, and his body was trembling slightly. His condition was terrible.
This middle-aged man was Felder, the person Black Sea King had mentioned. He showed none of the bearing of a fanatical believer of the Evil God. Instead, he was on the verge of death.
Lying on the dead grass, Felder's gaze had already begun to grow dull. It was obvious that he would not live much longer. His miserable state was the result of being screwed over by other believers of the Ancient God.
The Ancient God's believers kept a low profile, recruiting believers only in secret. Felder, once a fisherman, had been dragged onto this pirate ship by accident. The misery of struggling on the brink