The sea was far from calm. The wind howled, the waves surged, thunder rumbled, and rain poured down in torrents.
The Ghost Ship sailed silently through the raging wind and waves. Beneath the deep darkness of night, it was hard to spot unless you looked closely.
It was a medieval-style Carrack Sailboat. Seaweed and barnacles covered its hull and deck, giving them a dark green sheen, as if the ship had just been dredged up from the ocean floor.
It was called a Ghost Ship because the deck was crowded with undead sailors bustling about and operating the vessel.
Fang Cheng watched from above for a while, then descended straight onto the ship.
If he wanted to find the key in this area, this Ghost Ship was clearly a lead.
He still had one last key on him, so he could leave this area and head straight for the core region.
But Eve had told him that he would need a key to find his way through the core region, or he would wander around like a headless fly.
So Fang Cheng still needed to find another key.
He could only hope the key in this area hadn't already been taken.
He landed on the deck. The Ghost Sailors around him immediately stopped what they were doing and turned to stare at him, their eyes glowing an eerie green.
On this storm-tossed sea, beneath the deep night sky and the pouring rain, lightning flashed now and then, illuminating the terrifying faces of the undead sailors. It was a pretty chilling sight.
Fang Cheng ignored them and walked straight toward the ship's interior.
The nearest undead sailor suddenly let out a roar, drew a cutlass from its waist, and swung it at the back of Fang Cheng's head.
Before the blade