Yang Jian tried to pinpoint where the singing had come from, but the deck was empty and deathly still. There was nothing there, not even a trace of supernatural activity, as if the singing they had heard had merely been a shared hallucination and had never existed at all.
"Did you hear that singing just now? Even though it disappeared, I feel like it came from where we boarded."
Ye Zhen said dismissively, "No need to worry. If a ghost appears, I'll deal with it. The fact that it dares not show itself means it has already been intimidated by the aura of the two of us. It is nothing to fear. Let it keep singing. In a place like this, having some music for company is not so lonely."
"You need to understand that supernatural phenomena on this ship only appear briefly. That singing lasted quite a while just now. It means the ghost on the deck is terrifying. Even the restrictions of the Ghost Ship cannot make it fall completely silent," Yang Jian said seriously.
"Mm, that makes sense. Then what?" Ye Zhen nodded.
"Before we boarded, there was no singing on the deck. That means a ghost has set its sights on us now." Yang Jian's expression darkened.
Ye Zhen smiled. "You are being too cautious. Isn't it perfectly normal to be targeted by ghosts here? Stop making a fuss. Let's get moving and not waste time on unimportant matters."
As he spoke, he continued up the rust-covered stairs toward the control room.
Yang Jian frowned, somewhat worried. However, Ye Zhen had a point. Being watched by ghosts here was normal enough. As long as they were not attacked, there was no need to worry too much.
But the moment the two of them turned around, waves