Extraordinary Vessels

Amid the whispers of the dead, a dense force of death immediately spread through the tent.

The two witch's guards instantly foamed at the mouth, looking as if they were about to return to the Death God's embrace at any moment.

Lolita's face was deathly pale. She had clearly encountered something terrifying, too.

Of course, the one in the worst shape was the witch herself.

At that moment, dark blue veins surfaced across her face, their color deepening by the second until they began to rot outright.

"This really is the power of death... I'm starting to believe that this Ghost Ship travels along the boundary between the underworld and the world of the living."

Fang Yuan murmured, a layer of mist appearing around him.

In particular, the amulet of the Lord of Dream Soldiers on the witch's chest blazed with light, releasing waves of power.

Squeak!

The dead let out a shriek. The tent's illusions vanished, and its frigid aura rapidly collapsed.

"Your... Excellency..."

The witch's eyes grew unfocused as she handed the crystal ball to Fang Yuan.

Unlike when it had been brought in, a thin wisp of white mist now drifted up from the crystal ball's core, like a curling column of smoke.

"The Ghost Ship's position isn't fixed, but this crystal ball can point accurately to its location within a thousand nautical miles... It's yours now."

The witch gave a nervous laugh, and a hint of life abruptly returned to her face.

"Good. This is your reward!"

Fang Yuan nudged Lolita with his foot.

The female subordinate immediately scrambled to her feet, a flush of embarrassment on her face as she prepared to take out the money.

"No need!"

The witch's voice was hoarse. She fervently stroked the amulet of the Lord of Dream Soldiers around