"Shut up! Keep your voice down!" Zhang Ming held an index finger to his lips and snapped irritably.
Stone Mama spoke in incomprehensible symbols again. "...## (Little White and I have no combat power.)"
"It's fine. You two can cheer me on from the sidelines. I'm not going to die. I'm an uncle now. Do you know how badass uncles are?" Thinking of his adorable little niece, Old Zhang chuckled happily.
"This badass uncle is going to skin the Dragon King and tear out his tendons."
Beside them, Little White trembled in terror even inside its shell. As far as it was concerned, these two were absolute freaks. They knew danger was coming, yet they kept stirring up trouble.
It simply could not understand how these two lunatics thought.
At two in the morning, a thin white mist rose around them.
The sharp difference between daytime and nighttime temperatures had finally brought gusts of sea breeze. Threads of cold seeped through the gaps between the planks, sending chills through the room.
Suddenly, Zhang Ming's ears twitched.
Something had climbed aboard.
He opened his eyes, his body beginning to warm slightly. It was his subconscious warning him of danger.
Silvery lightning flickered at the tip of the Ice Spear, scattering flecks of white light.
Licking his dry lips, Old Zhang swore. "Let's see what kind of attribute points have delivered themselves right into my net."
But just then, he heard a woman's voice. It sounded like English, or perhaps some other foreign language.
"Is anyone there?"
That was roughly what it meant.
Yet it did not quite sound like a human voice. It was more like some monster pinching its throat to imitate one.
Zhang Ming rose with his spear, drawing the lightning back in.
A cold gust swept past. The