"Squeak Squeak!"
A cry suddenly sounded from the calm swamp. It sounded a little like the cry of a monkey.
However, there were no living things on the swamp. Other than the ripples formed by the small boat's rapid advance, there was nothing around it.
The moment the people on the boat heard the cry, their faces instantly turned deathly pale, as if they had recalled something extremely terrifying.
"Boros, hurry up, it's chasing after us." The golden-haired old man from before stood at the stern of the ship, his gaze fixated on the swamp behind them as he urged with all his might.
As for the middle-aged man who was driving the small ship, his face was deathly pale, without a trace of blood. He looked just like a vampire who had not seen the sun for a long time.
However, the vampire had a panicked expression on his face now. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and down his cheeks bit by bit, wetting his graceful and luxurious clothes.