The Temptation of Going Home

Ji Jue had always adhered to one principle: if he had hands, he used them; if he had a plan, he put it into action. And if there were precautions to take, he made them as foolproof as possible.

Even when the target was his "cheap son," clinging to his leg and bawling his eyes out.

The moment Ji Jue drew a little closer, a faint glow emerged from the screaming Minkler. The Sundial Wristwatch on his wrist activated, and scarlet light burst from his eyes.

To guard against Minkler harboring ill intentions—or, rather, for his own safety—Ji Jue had planted a tiny... minuscule... utterly insignificant... backdoor in the equipment he gave him.

Pan Ying's Spirit Essence erupted, and the aura of the Horde emerged from him, utterly filling his soul.

What did it matter how fierce a vicious ghost was?

After Ji Jue had pumped him full of Pan Ying, Minkler was fiercer than any damn ghost!

Under Pan Ying's corrosion, Minkler instantly went mad, forgetting everything else. He pulled the blade from his chest and charged forward to brawl with the invisible specters.

Amid flashes of blood-red slashes, screams erupted again and again—from the deck, from within the fog...

The old woman screamed. Blade wounds emerged across her face, exposing the white bones of her fingers, yet her expression only became more vicious. She blew her flute with all her strength, and amid the sound of boiling seawater, more bizarre silhouettes emerged from the sea.

This time, they were no longer formless specters. Countless Living Corpses crawled out of the water, clinging to the ship's rail and climbing upward, one after another, packed densely together.

Shrill whistles tore through the air without end, aimed at Minkler—and Ji Jue as well.

The White Deer hidden in the fog went