"Something?"
Jiang Qiao looked toward that room.
There could not possibly be any normal people aboard this deathly silent ghost ship.
Anything capable of making a sound—
Either something had fallen due to the ship's vibrations while sailing.
Or...
It was a sound made by some evil entity.
"Let's go take a look."
Jiang Qiao did not hesitate for long.
He headed straight toward where the sound had come from.
Dragon Tiger Daoist followed close behind, faint currents flickering in his hand as he prepared to strike at any moment.
Very soon.
The two arrived at the end of the corridor.
The door to the room where the sound had come from stood half-open, and a sickly green light seeped through the crack, the same color as the lanterns in the corridor.
That light swayed faintly through the door crack.
As though something was moving around inside, causing the lamplight to flicker.
Jiang Qiao walked up to the door.
He gently pushed it.
The wooden door let out a dry creak and slowly opened.
It was a small cabin.
About ten square meters or so.
The furnishings were simple: a wooden table, a wooden chair, and a collapsed cabinet in the corner. Its contents were scattered all over the floor, most of them already rotted into mush, making it impossible to tell what they had originally been.
The room was not dark.
Two lit lanterns provided enough illumination, though the sickly green light made one's skin crawl.
Just like the corridor outside.
The room's wooden floor was also covered in scratch marks.
And they were deeper than those in the corridor.
Denser, too.
It looked as though something had once struggled madly in this room, clawing both the floor and walls beyond recognition.
And in the very center of the