The voyage had returned to calm.
The two boats continued downstream, one in front and one behind.
The ordinary people on the yacht had long since been jolted awake from their sleep. They came out of the cabins and stood on deck in panic, some of them at a loss.
Even the most slow-witted person.
Could imagine that they had probably just walked once around the Gates of Ghosts.
"My God."
"Can we get out of here?"
"Damn it, we should've stayed in the shelter. There are Vicious Ghosts everywhere along this route. Coming out just means dying faster."
"We shouldn't have listened to Old Zheng. Why did we run?"
"Hey, we'd have died even if we hadn't run. Didn't you notice that fewer and fewer residents were left around the shelter? They were probably all killed by Vicious Ghosts."
Some complained.
Others offered words of comfort.
Liu Jianxiang, however, remained fairly calm.
He stayed in the wheelhouse instead of going out, steering the yacht steadily across the river. He seemed to have placed all his hopes in the fishing boat behind them and completely given up on struggling himself.
"Whether we live or die isn't something I can decide."
"Since that's the case, I just need to do what's within my duty."
"Leave the rest to Heaven."
He spoke indifferently.
These words left Zhang Peng and that unremarkable young man stunned. They had never expected Boss Liu's mindset to become so peaceful.
Could he have been scared stupid by the Supernatural Events?
The two exchanged glances.
Behind them.
On the fishing boat.
Ye Fei, who had just slain a powerful enemy, also showed not the slightest trace of joy. Instead, her face was filled with solemnity.
"Top Factions have life tablets."
"The moment that man was killed, it would