"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
"The sailors are all dead again. They died at the hands of those damn Water Ghosts."
"They're all dead!"
"They're all dead!"
"There's no way to live like this!"
Wu Jia sat beside the dock, quietly complaining to his friend.
He complained.
And gulped down his liquor.
"Don't worry."
"Dying in the Nether Sea is normal. If no one died after going out to sea, that would be abnormal."
"They're all dead."
"At least that proves nothing followed them back."
His friend wore a dirty undershirt.
His skin was rough, and he reeked from head to toe. His broad face was covered in a thick beard, and he sat sprawled on the ground, looking no different from a beggar.
"That's not necessarily true."
Wu Jia took a fierce swig of liquor.
The pungent smell of alcohol made passersby think he was drinking high-purity alcohol straight.
Even in Demon Port.
Although sailors loved drinking, they still could not bring themselves to drink alcohol itself.
It wasn't that they couldn't swallow it.
It was that the stuff tasted awful.
Just like even the roughest man couldn't stand a sixty-year-old student...
She even had the nerve to argue.
Saying that a driving school was still a school.
Damn it.
Someone like that should be arrested and sentenced to death by firing squad!
"Old Fu, you haven't come by for the past few months, so you don't know that something happened a few days ago. A ship whose entire crew, including the captain, had died was towed back. They originally planned to repair it and continue using it."
"But the port guards found an Insect Egg in a hidden corner of the ship's cabin."
Wu Jia said.
"Luckily, it was discovered in time."
"Otherwise, who knows what might