The Last Key

The ocean was far from calm; the wind howled, waves surged high, thunder rumbled incessantly, and a torrential downpour lashed the surface.

The Ghost Ship sailed silently through the raging gale and towering waves. Under the cover of the deep night, it would be quite difficult to spot without careful observation.

It was a medieval-style Carrack Sailboat. Its hull and deck were overgrown with seaweed and barnacles, stained a murky, oily green as if it had only just been dredged up from the seabed.

The reason it was called a Ghost Ship was that many Ghost Sailors were busy scurrying back and forth, operating the vessel.

Fang Cheng observed from above for a moment before descending directly.

If he wanted to find the Key in this region, this Ghost Ship was clearly the lead.

He actually had one last Key left on him, enough to leave this sea area and head straight for the core region.

But Eve had told him that the core region also required a Key to act as a guide; otherwise, one would only wander around aimlessly like a headless fly.

Therefore, Fang Cheng still needed to find another Key.

He only hoped the Key in this area hadn't been taken yet.

He landed on the deck, and the surrounding Ghost Sailors immediately stopped their work, turning their heads in unison to stare at him, their eyes glowing with a sickly green light.

On this wind-whipped, wave-tossed sea, under the deep night sky and amidst the pouring rain, the occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the terrifying visages of these undead sailors, making for a truly chilling sight.

Fang Cheng ignored the Ghost Sailors and walked straight toward the interior of the ship.

The nearest Ghost Sailor suddenly let out a hiss, drew a scimitar from its