Tarot cards made of human skin.
Black card backs, blood-colored patterns.
All these features appeared nothing short of eerie, no matter how one looked at them.
But back to the main point.
After Yi Lin felt that something was off with Gu Tianqing and slowly typed a question mark into the communication panel,
Gu Tianqing looked over with a smile, raised her index finger to her lips, and made a "shh—" gesture.
Yi Lin: "..."
Half an hour later.
The night.
The temperature had dropped even lower.
Mist swirled around the area.
However, this mist was not like the bizarre, dew-like fog found in the Misty Sea, which was haunted by ghosts; it was a normal climatic phenomenon where the water vapor in the maritime lower atmosphere condensed at lower temperatures, devoid of any special significance.
Under the nighttime foggy weather, nine warships sailed straight along their set trajectory.
Hazy yellow lights could be discerned ahead.
One light, two lights, three lights—