Chapter 3 The Power of Mazu

"Forget it, come back."

After Li Yan spoke, he pursed his lips and suddenly let out a strange laugh, then turned to call out to the sailors aboard the Spirit of the Duck:

"With a full ship of corpses, how can we do business on board? Don't trouble others. Give the lady boss a hand and toss these sons of bitches' bodies into the sea. As for those killed by mistake, I'll trouble the lady boss to deal with them on her own."

The sailors roared in agreement. Their level was a bit worse than the Ming Army and the Japanese pirates during Renchen, with close combat skills ranging from 70% to 75%. However, Xue Ba, who stared intently, made Li Yan feel somewhat like he was being pricked with needles—an 80% specialization in naval combat wasn't an exaggeration. The odd part should be the condition of the "Gaoli ghost."

Blood dripping from the severed heads wrapped in burlap, the corpses plopped into the sea one after another, splashing water in all directions.