"Bighead, where do all these ghosts come from?" Jiang Xiaobai asked in a low voice.
Tong Zhen pointed to the sea behind them, indicating that all these ghosts had come up from the sea.
Jiang Xiaobai pondered for a moment, wondering why there would be so many ghosts in the sea. Then he remembered the sunken ships he had seen at the bottom of the sea and suddenly understood.
In the Shenfeng sea area, countless ships had sunk here, and an untold number of people had perished in these waters.
In the center of the small island stood that mountain peak resembling a giant sword. When they reached the foot of the mountain, the ghosts seemed to have received some signal or were controlled by some invisible force, and they all left the ground, covering the sky and heading towards the peak.
Jiang Xiaobai raised his head to watch this scene, and that tingling sensation on his scalp came back again, stimulating every nerve in his body.
"Shocked, aren't you!" Tong Zhen laughed.