Jiang Qiao climbed onto the deck.
The moment his foot landed, a dull thud rang out.
It did not feel like solid wooden planks at all. Instead, it was like stepping on a sponge that was about to rot through.
"This ship..."
"Is fucking wrecked, isn't it?" He looked down at his feet.
He was rather speechless.
The deck planks had rotted beyond recognition, their surfaces covered in a slick layer of gray-green moss, like rotten wood fished out of the water.
Some spots had even collapsed outright, exposing the pitch-black lower cabin beneath.
Dragon Tiger Daoist climbed up as well.
The instant he landed, his foot nearly got stuck in a hole.
"Damn it."
He hurriedly pulled his foot back out.
Looking down—
The wood around the edge of that hole had rotted into something like flaky pastry.
At the slightest touch, bits of it crumbled away.
"Can this ship even hold the two of us?" Dragon Tiger Daoist looked around, somewhat worried. "Don't tell me it'll collapse while we're walking."
"Then we can take a look down there."
Jiang Qiao said it casually as his gaze swept across the deck.
"Take a look down there?"
Dragon Tiger Daoist glanced at those huge holes and gave a bitter smile. "Who knows what wicked things might be hiding underneath in this dump."
A ghost ship drifting inexplicably through a place like this.
Just thinking about it made it obvious.
It could not possibly be safe.
Still, the two had only just boarded. Perhaps they had not yet alerted whatever wicked thing was on the ship.
In truth—
Anything connected to a ghost ship
Was never simple.
Jiang Qiao ignored Dragon Tiger Daoist and surveyed the ship.
Most of the railings had already broken away, leaving only a few crooked posts,