Demonic Sound, Ghost Wall

After everyone paid their Spirit Stone, bought tickets, and boarded the ship, the First Elder let out a long howl.

"With the protection of demons and gods, the Five Ghosts clear the way, Chimei Wangliang give way, Soul Ferry No. 1 is now in operation!"

"Let's get to work!"

The crew members on board also responded by shouting.

Its imposing presence caused the thick fog on the lake to sway slightly.

Beep--

As the horn sounded, the Skeleton Ship weighed anchor and slowly sailed away from the shore, disappearing into the thick fog.

The people on the ship suddenly felt their vision dim, and then they were in complete darkness.

On the lighthouse atop the ship, within a massive Beast King Skull, two beams of red light shot out from the eye sockets, like two sharp giant swords, slicing two paths through the thick fog.

Guided by two beams of red light, the Skeleton Ship moved forward silently and steadily.

Whoosh—whoosh!

Like a still, lifeless lake, it suddenly came to life, rippling with waves.

Call--

A sudden gust of wind swept across the lake, whipping up huge waves.

On the turbulent lake, a Skeleton Ship moved slowly forward, surrounded by thick fog that made it impossible to see one's hand in front of one's face.

The passengers on the ship had different mindsets.

Those with weak nerves, like frightened mice, hurriedly shrank into their cabins, tightly closing the doors, their bodies still trembling slightly with fear.

The bolder ones gathered in groups of three or five under the lighthouse. Although their eyes showed composure, their tightly clenched fists and slightly trembling legs betrayed their inner tension.

They kept scanning their surroundings, not missing any corner that might be lurking in danger.

Suddenly, eerie sounds came from the thick fog, like a low roar or a sharp wail.

Immediately afterwards, all sorts of strange creatures rushed out of the thick fog and attacked the people on the ship.

Some are enormous, like small mountains, covered with sharp fangs; others are slender, like twisting ropes covered with sticky liquid.

Their eyes emitted a ghostly green light, shimmering in the thick fog, making them appear particularly terrifying.

However, when these terrifying creatures approached within a meter of the ship, they seemed to have hit an invisible wall, unable to advance even an inch further.

At this moment, the Skeleton Ship is enveloped and protected by a layer of mysterious energy, emitting a faint blue light, keeping these monsters out.

These passengers seemed to be passengers on this ship before; they were well aware of the dangers in the thick fog and knew that the unknown creatures would attack them.

Despite his tense expression and sweat-drenched forehead, Yi did not show extreme fear.

They knew that the Skeleton Ship's protective shield was indestructible, not only resisting the corrosive effects of the Soul Devouring Mist to prevent them from losing their minds, but also withstanding attacks from those creatures, thus ensuring their safety in this dangerous sea area.

Hua Qiang stood at the bow of the ship, his eyes fixed intently on the thick fog.

The various ugly creatures that rushed towards him were clearly visible to him.

He could clearly sense that these creatures all possessed strange fluctuations of Soul Power, which were cold, sinister, and evil; they must all be soul-devouring monsters.

If they attack you at close range, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Waaaaah—

A sharp, eerie sound rang out from the depths of the thick fog.

Waaah... Waaah!

Immediately afterwards, strange howls rang out from all directions, one after another.

The strange creatures attacking the Skeleton Ship shuddered and stopped their attack. Then, as if startled, they scattered and vanished without a trace in an instant.

The chaotic scene instantly returned to its previous deathly silence.

At this moment, the lake surface was tightly enveloped by a thick, inky fog, as if time and space were being distorted by this eerie fog.

An ancient, decaying Skeleton Ship slowly moved across the desolate lake, the creaking sounds from between the skeletons particularly jarring in the mist.

The crew on the ship looked solemn, gripping their weapons tightly and looking around warily. Every little movement made them tense.

Suddenly, a sharp, Demonic Sound came from the depths of the thick fog, like countless sharp blades Ground Spikes straight into everyone's eardrums.

The sound was high-pitched and shrill, as if countless wronged souls were wailing in agony.

The Demonic Sound rose and fell, each one more urgent and shrill than the last, as if an invisible force was driving it ever closer to the Skeleton Ship.

An old man standing at the bow of the ship suddenly turned ashen-faced. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his weapon fell to the deck with a "thud".

"This... this is the sound of a curse!"

His voice trembled with barely concealed fear as he cried out, "We've stirred up an evil creature at the bottom of the lake! Today, we're probably doomed!"

The old man's eyes were bloodshot, and fear, like a surging tide, completely overwhelmed him.

The young man beside him collapsed to the ground, his hands tightly covering his ears, trying to block out the invading Demonic Sound.

However, the Demonic Sound was everywhere, seeping into his mind and causing various terrifying images to constantly appear in his head:

With Evil Ghost, grotesque face and blood-soaked, mangled limbs, he whimpered and curled up like a lamb to the slaughter.

The captain stood in the middle of the large ship, his brow furrowed, large beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

He tried to remain calm and shouted, "Don't panic! Stay calm! Don't be fooled by that voice!"

But his voice seemed so weak in the face of this surging demonic Demonic Sound.

He was also filled with fear. As the person in charge of the ship and having accepted money from these people, he had to hold onto his last shred of composure and lead everyone out of their predicament.

Meanwhile, the Skeleton Ship seemed to be trapped in an endless cycle within the thick fog.

No matter which way the bow of the ship turned, all that could be seen was a vast expanse of mist, with the same withered trees and strange rocks constantly appearing around the ship.

Some of the people realized that they might have encountered the legendary "Ghost Wall".

"What on earth is going on?!"

A sailor angrily waved his fist and roared into the fog, "Why are we going around in circles like this!"

His voice was filled with despair and helplessness; each failed attempt eroded their last hope.

On the ship, a magician closed his eyes and chanted incantations, attempting to dispel the eerie mist and Demonic Sound with magic.

However, his magic seemed to be suppressed by a more powerful dark force, rendering it ineffective.

He opened his eyes, which were filled with frustration and fear.

"No, this dark power is too strong; I am no match for it..."

The Demonic Sound continued to haunt their ears, and everyone's spirits were gradually on the verge of collapse.

Some people started babbling incoherently, while others stared blankly ahead with empty eyes.

In this desperate situation, the shadow of death seemed to be getting closer and closer, and every second became incredibly long.

They didn't know how much longer they could hold on, nor whether this endless nightmare would ever end. They could only wait for their unknown fate to judge them in this desperate situation, shrouded in thick fog and Demonic Sound.