Seventy-one. Going out to sea.

The existence behind him felt like a cold rock, motionless, and breathless.

His right hand pressed on the holster of salvation while the other reached behind him.

The cold, rough touch was flat, like a dead object.

It was merely a gray reef rock standing under the wooden hut, and its shape did not remind one of any monster.

Lu Li looked back at the wooden steps because his earlier caution had not disturbed the presence at the door. However, he felt something unusual.

The knocking had ceased for quite a while.

Lu Li plucked a pebble from the reef rock and threw it into the hut through the open window above.

Rattle—

The sound of the pebble rolling on the floor echoed, accompanied by the movements inside the hut, causing a slight change at the entrance.

Creak—Shhh—

The same sound as when Lu Li had opened the door.

Creak—Creak—

The floor creaked with the movements of the presence.

The presence entered the hut.