At the bottom of the yacht's cabin.
An old cell phone lay quietly in the corner, covered by a red spirit coin.
On the spirit coin.
Two black ink strokes outlined the words "Auspicious."
These were not ordinary characters.
They were a composite resembling reversed writing combined with hieroglyphs. An ordinary person could not recognize what they said at all.
Only veterans of the Supernatural Circle could understand them.
This was the Mo Wen Script.
Moreover, it was an early form of the Mo Wen Script that had been obsolete for one or two thousand years before the Great Cataclysm of the Supernatural World.
Thus, even among the natives.
Not everyone could understand what it meant.
Beneath the spirit coin.
The old cell phone's screen was lit, playing a black-and-white recording.
The video showed a pitch-black forest.
Flowers, grass, and trees were formed from black blotches and lines that looked casually scribbled on. There was not a ray of sunlight, nor the slightest trace of warmth in the colors.
Oppressive.
Gloomy.
Heavy.
That was everyone's first impression upon seeing the video.
Fortunately.
There was no one aboard the ship at that moment. Only some corpses lay scattered across the rooms, so naturally, no one could see it.
Creak! Creak! Creak!
In the woods.
Three figures were each hanging from a different large tree, swaying from side to side in the wind.
The branches groaned under their weight.
Suddenly.
The figure in the middle jerked violently.
Then the image began to grow clear. It was no longer merely an outline. It kept enlarging and drawing closer, peeling away the fog bit by bit until its true face and form emerged.
Ye Fei!
Ye Fei, who had just died in battle, had appeared in the woods, hanging from a branch like a