The Busy Crew of the Ghost Ship

Ling Chu looked at the words appearing above the Fire Basin and was a little speechless.

She was an Acting Death God now, after all. Was she really going to cheat him out of a bottle of wine?

"Don't worry. Not a single drop of next year's tribute wine will be missing."

Ling Chu said irritably. The white smoke swayed, but no more words appeared. Salos seemed to have gone off to eat duck stew in satisfaction.

Besides checking coordinates, this Fire Basin could also communicate with the Sea God. It was quite convenient.

If she occasionally fed Salos something and maintained a good relationship with him, then while she was out at sea, having a god protect Hope Island would put her much more at ease.

As for being an Acting Death God, Ling Chu hesitated and decided not to mention it.

She had only just taken over the job herself and did not even know which way the door to the Death Realm opened. Besides, Mortus had just fallen into slumber, and she had yet to figure out the relationships between the gods.

...I'll talk about it later.

Ling Chu got up and returned to the Captain's Cabin.

The night gradually deepened. The Ghost Ship sailed onward along its planned route, and the sea was so calm that only the splash of the bow cutting through the waves could be heard.

After going through the Eerie Fog Calamity, Whispering Lighthouse, and Public Challenge in succession, a night without monsters suddenly climbing onto the deck actually felt a little strange to Ling Chu.

Ling Chu stood before the Marauder's Map and looked at the marker representing Lucas's location.

Some time had passed since Archimedes provided the coordinates. They were not precise and could only confirm that Lucas had frequently