The teahouse was very close to the river.
Only a few hundred meters away.
Once they reached the river, finding the pier was easy too. They could see it just by looking up.
However.
Everyone stopped when they got there.
"The smell is wrong." Little Monk Yongse twitched his nose. He caught a strange odor, something like incense mixed with the stench of rotting corpses. It was foul and overwhelming.
Clearly.
There was no way such a smell could come from a long-abandoned pier.
There were ghosts!
The group behind him was at a loss. They were ordinary people without any perception abilities. Although they could smell something strange, it was mixed with the odors rising from the nearby trash.
They could barely distinguish anything unusual.
They thought everything was normal.
"Little Monk, go find a boat with this group. Old Monk, come with me to the repair yard." Ye Fei said nothing more and directly assigned them their tasks.
Old Monk claimed he could start a ship through certain techniques.
But he needed some tools.
So they had to make a trip to the repair yard.
However, to prevent those ordinary people from sailing away on their own, Ye Fei had Little Monk go with them.
It was perfectly reasonable.
Naturally, no one could object.
They split into two groups.
"Little Master, Tower City is almost gone. Why haven't you left yet?" Liu Jianxiang asked curiously.
Only after seeing Old Monk and Ye Fei leave
did he dare speak.
Old Monk's presence oppressed him intensely, like a sharp sword hanging over his head.
And Ye Fei...
He could not sense how strong she was.
She even felt like an ordinary person to him.
And yet.
Every time their eyes met, a sense of danger surged from the depths