Although they knew the supernatural forces aboard the Ghost Ship were terrifying, neither of them had expected Ye Zhen to fall so easily. He had been dragged straight into the room by a ghost without even putting up a struggle.
"Nothing should happen to him, right?" Yang Jian stood outside the room, frowning as he waited.
Based on what he knew of Ye Zhen, the ghost in the first room should not have been enough to kill him. But there were always exceptions. After all, all supernatural powers aboard this ship had been heavily restricted. Under such interference, something could genuinely go wrong.
But Yang Jian did not rush to act. He intended to observe the situation first.
About ten seconds later, Ye Zhen's voice suddenly came from the previously dark room. He sounded furious as he roared, "You caught me off guard. This is outrageous!"
Then the darkness in the room rapidly faded, revealing what it truly looked like inside.
It was a room that had been abandoned for a long time, yet numerous badly decomposed limbs remained scattered across the floor. Those limbs twitched faintly, but they were covered in cracks, as if they had suffered some devastating blow. Some incomplete arms had even collapsed and vanished entirely.
In the end, only a mangled, rotten corpse remained in the room. Ye Zhen stood there, panting as he held a twisted, filthy old longsword stained with Grave Soil. Anger burned in his eyes.
"Looks like you're fine. Then I don't need to help you. Don't waste time. Let's check the second room," Yang Jian said, sighing faintly in relief.
"That won't do. The fury in my heart has yet to subside. How can I let this ghost go so easily?" After saying that, Ye Zhen stared again at the