The voyage was over, and they had returned to the hotel.
Yi Chen quickly put away the noose while absorbing all the seawater that had risen past his ankles into gaseous death mist.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yi Chen was still recalling the bizarre Sunken Death Temple. He had thought he already understood the god he worshiped well enough, but after three months at sea, he realized that what he had touched was probably only the tip of the iceberg.
Now that the teleportation point at the Sunken Death Temple had been activated, Yi Chen could go there whenever he wanted. There was no need to hurry.
Suddenly, his gaze fell on the filthy residue left behind after the seawater receded from the guest room. His thoughts returned from the temple's exterior to reality, and he realized there was a problem.
He had been away at sea for more than three months.
The seawater had probably overflowed into the guest room a month ago. Even if the room had been completely sealed, that corrosive seawater should have slowly seeped out, yet no one had come to disturb him.
"Little Grape? Did you notice anything unusual outside the door?"
Little Grape looked nervous, the eyeball between her tongues spinning wildly. "Huh? No... I was bored during this time, so I spent most of it wandering outside in the guise of a prophet. I left the room's affairs to Yellow Skin, who doesn't like exercising much."
Yellow Skin's written message soon arrived. He had no ability to see through things, nor had he sensed any abnormal fluctuations in the skin outside the door.
Yi Chen rose directly and pushed open the door.
The corridor outside, shrouded in darkness and belonging to the suite floor for Evil God believers, was