Something felt a little off.
But it was not a big problem.
As long as they brought the coffin back aboard and returned safely to Demon Port, it would be fine. The secrets of Holy Spirit Island and the reason the crew had gone missing had nothing to do with him.
Wu Jia ordered the crew to lift the coffin and quickly head toward the shore.
The coffin was rather heavy.
The eight dark-skinned, muscular young men were already struggling. They had needed tremendous effort just to carry it up from the basement.
One had to understand.
These young men were not ordinary people.
They were all Awakened.
The fact that even the Awakened found it heavy showed that there was definitely something wrong with what was inside the coffin.
"Stay alert."
"Watch your step."
"Don't panic."
"Don't drop it."
Wupeng kept giving reminders from the side.
Wu Jia, meanwhile, kept ordering the various heads of the sailors to regroup and move toward the pier.
Following the route they had taken earlier.
The coffin was quickly carried into the grass.
The grass was muddy.
Their pace slowed. They took deep and shallow steps, carefully watching every footfall. The ground beneath the mud was uneven and filled with all kinds of jumbled debris.
The journey here had been safe.
But there was no telling what might tug at their feet on the way back.
They had gone halfway.
The young men carrying the coffin reported that it had grown heavier.
"Don't you want to leave?"
Wu Jia was not surprised. Supernatural places always had one restriction or another that prevented people from easily taking things away. For now, it had only become heavier. Before long, something might block their path.
"Prepare for battle."
Wu Jia did not let the young men