Chapter 367: Ghost in the Mist

Chapter 367: Ghost in the Mist

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In the dense fog, where one couldn't see their own fingers, a "thump, thump, thump" sound suddenly echoed, as if it were sometimes in front and sometimes behind.

Alger said, "I think I also hear the sound of waves."

Hobert pondered for a moment, "This place already possesses some characteristics of the spirit world. We can't use the concepts of distance and position from the real world to determine our location. Perhaps we think we're standing still, but our position is constantly changing."

He paused and added, "Let's head towards the sea. At least that's a point of reference."

However, the closer they got to the sea, the louder the "thump, thump, thump" sound became.

The two stopped again. Although neither of their spiritual senses issued a warning, based on their experience, strange sounds in this kind of fog often foreshadowed bizarre powers or terrifying things.

So, the two tried to walk in the opposite direction of the sound, but as soon as they started walking, the sound was still behind them. After a few steps, the "thump, thump, thump" sound reappeared in front of them.

They tried several times, and it was always like this. Instead, they were getting closer and closer to the source of the sound.

"It seems like it's targeting us," Hobert said, checking his magical items. "Or we're in a state of mutual attraction."

"Since we can't escape, let's go. We'll see what's making the sound."

Alger had a similar idea and followed closely.

Soon, a huge dark shadow appeared in the fog ahead.

Hobert seemed very generous when he spoke earlier, but when he saw the huge dark shadow, his steps became exceptionally cautious.

Thump, thump, thump~

The sound rang out again, not far ahead.

Alger suddenly said, "It looks like a stranded ship."

He was an old pirate who had spent his life at sea, and things on the sea were his area of expertise.

After Alger said that, Hobert realized that the behemoth in front of him did indeed have the shape of a ship's bow.

Thump, thump, thump~

The sound seemed to knock on their hearts, making their chests feel heavy.

Why was such a sound coming from the ship?

Taking two more steps forward, they saw a figure under the ship, swinging a hammer and striking the hull.

The figure holding the hammer stopped his movements and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who's there?"

Hobert retorted, "Who are you?"

"Of course, I'm a sailor from the 'Arianne'! The storm just now ran us aground. We're waiting for the tide to rise. Before the tide rises, the captain told me to repair the leaks in the bottom of the ship."

Hobert and Alger's gazes pierced through the fog and saw the sailor. He had a pair of pitch-black eyes, the eyeballs were completely black, with no whites.

The sailor's hair was disheveled, making it impossible to see his exact appearance. He wore a relatively neat sailor's uniform, holding a hammer in one hand and several planks of wood under the other arm.

Except for his eyes, the other person's appearance seemed completely normal, but the place where he appeared was not normal.

The two experienced old foxes, although very vigilant in their hearts, didn't show it on their faces.

Hobert even looked at the bottom of the ship in a convincing manner: "You've worked hard. It looks like this ship suffered considerable damage in the storm."

In fact, the ship was already broken into two pieces, but not completely broken. All the masts were broken off, and there were four or five large holes visible in the hull. Fortunately, it was on the shore. It was estimated that it would sink immediately upon entering the sea.

Hobert looked at the iron hammer in the "sailor's" hand and the planks of wood in the other hand. Even if he had a shipyard, he would have a hard time repairing the ship.

"Yes," the sailor said. "The storm just now was really big! The captain said that even the underworld was blown open! Hehehe. But even so, we didn't lose sight of our target."

Hobert smiled insincerely, "Your captain is quite humorous."

He asked, "What is your target?"

"Of course, it's the 'Trunsoest Empire's Number One'!" The sailor pointed his finger forward. "Look, it's right there, it hasn't gone far yet!"

Following the sailor's finger, the fog in front of Hobert and Alger suddenly parted, and they saw clear skies again, and cumulonimbus clouds stretching from the coast to the sky.

Crack~

On the cumulonimbus cloud, a huge lightning bolt flashed past, illuminating a huge ship shadow in the cumulonimbus cloud!

Hobert felt goosebumps all over his body. The ship was estimated to be at least a dozen stories high. The huge sails were like they were full of wind, pushing the giant ship forward rapidly!

Hobert said in surprise, "That's the legacy of the Trunsoest Empire."

Alger said, "The legend of the Trunsoest Empire's treasure is true!"

"Hahahaha!" The sailor laughed loudly. "These despicable Trunsoest people built this big ship, preparing to set a trap for the emperor of the great undead empire.

"But the wise Underworld Emperor discerned all of this. He grabbed the small island where this big ship was built, which was originally close to the Northern Continent, and moved it to a location close to the Southern Continent, and then issued a curse from the Undead Kingdom to them.

"But these Trunsoest people really didn't tarnish their reputation. They actually drove the ship away, so we were ordered to chase after them and sink them!"

The fog reappeared, obscuring the sky and cumulonimbus clouds again.

Hobert quickly calmed down from his shock. He remembered that in the room where Lester stored the corpse of the ancient death god, there was a note left by Duke Southville, which recorded this matter.

At that time, Mr. Azik said that the Underworld Emperor had not yet stepped into the trap when the Night Emperor fell.

It was probably because of the Night Emperor's fall that the Underworld Emperor noticed the trap and destroyed it.

In any case, this was an "old case" from more than a thousand years ago!

Hobert didn't continue to think about it, but smiled and said, "I wish you success soon. We won't disturb your work."

The sailor stared with his completely black eyeballs: "You haven't told me yet, who are you? Why are you here?"

Hobert and Alger both felt that this dilapidated ship in front of them… or rather, some kind of power on the ship was awakening, and a surge of terror permeated the surrounding fog.

Hobert was too familiar with this kind of fear. Before, in the ruins of the Trunsoest nobles, his mind had suffered enough from the ravages of this fear.

But at this time, he had to remain calm, so Hobert took a deep breath and said, "We are messengers who transport the dead in the nearby sea area. We encountered you in this special fog."

As he spoke, Hobert poured his spirituality into the "Spirit Wine Glass," allowing his body to exude the aura of the undead.

The sailor asked again, "Are you here to guide me to the great Undead Kingdom?"

"No," Hobert said. "Your captain wasn't joking. The storm just now really blew open a hole in the underworld, so you can see us."

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