Looking at the boat trailing behind them, Jiang Qiao's gaze turned cold.
"Fuck."
"Just now, when I tried to get close, you avoided me like I was the plague. Now that I'm leaving, you come chasing after me like an eager little lapdog. This stupid fucker must have something seriously wrong with it."
"Fucking pathetic."
He genuinely found this kind of malevolent entity disgusting.
Fucking bastard.
The other four on the boat heard him.
Their expressions varied.
Sun Hong's mouth twitched, while Lei Yu, huddled in the middle, also forced a grin.
The veins on Jin Shanba's hand, which gripped the oar, bulged sharply.
He was clearly rather shocked.
Even Liao Yang revealed a startled expression.
Fuck!
This wasn't right, was it?!
Ever since Jiang Qiao had appeared, they had plastered labels onto him by the dozen—mysterious, powerful, unknown... But no matter how many labels there were, this scene definitely hadn't been among them.
Jiang Qiao...
Actually cursed!
Damn!
Where was the big shot aura? Where was the bearing of an expert?
But whatever he thought, Jin Shanba hurriedly said, "Mr. Jiang is right. There's definitely something seriously wrong with it."
The distance between the two boats closed.
Thirty meters.
Twenty meters.
Ten meters.
At this distance, the fog could no longer conceal the details of that boat. At last, everyone could clearly make out the two figures aboard.
A figure stood at the bow, looking like an opera performer.
It wore a dark blue opera costume. The style was ancient, like something from a previous dynasty. The embroidered patterns on it had faded from being soaked in water, and its edges were rotten and frayed.
Its hair was very long.
Soaking wet, it clung to its face and obscured its features, making its appearance impossible to see.
And at