Dismantling the Hull: Is This How You Work?

Shen Le's courage surged!

So far, he had yet to see any monsters or ghosts capable of breaking through Little Oil Lamp's Electric Net.

That Wild Boar Demon, that Mountain Lord, the black mist that had caused trouble in the Ocean Museum, the monsters in the Secret Realm—

Even those elder vampires and elder werewolves in Paris, as long as he spread his protective Electric Net even a little, those fellows immediately knew better and backed off at once.

Could a mere painted boat, with a few—perhaps ghosts who had died of illness, drowned ghosts, beheaded ghosts, who-knew-what ghosts—actually break through the Electric Net and hurt him?

What a joke!

He lifted his head high, took a breath of the faintly foul-smelling air that had been broken down by the Electric Net, and guided the warm current through his entire body three times.

His whole body felt refreshed. The oppressive chill and weakness in his limbs had completely vanished. When he turned back to look at the mannequins on the painted boat—

Eh, why had every one of them turned their heads back around?

Those that should face forward faced forward, and those that should face outside the boat faced outside. None of them stared at him with that eerie gloom anymore.

As for the white paper lanterns along both sides of the painted boat, every one of them had gone out. Only the white paper reflected the lights from the canopy, a simple, clean expanse of white.

The previous ghostly green, drifting, will-o'-the-wisp-like light seemed like a dream, as though nothing had ever happened...

"Hmph, so you bully the weak and fear the strong too?"

Shen Le grew even more spirited and strode forward across the deck with the swagger of someone who recognized no one. He reached the