Tu Yaning shook his head to show that he didn’t care.
Xie Lang, who was next to him, said, “What can we do to delay things on the spiritual ship?”
It was true that he didn’t return it on time as agreed. Mi August didn’t care about Xie Lang’s level.
Jiang Shou, who came with him, retorted: “August brings inspiration, are you envious?”
Xie Lang… Xie Lang is really envious.
“Wow——!”
Suddenly, there was commotion all around.
“Look, look!”
“Is that the Mirage of the Mist? It’s so beautiful!”
The boys and girls ran to the edge of the deck and looked in one direction.
Mi August looked in the distance and saw clouds and mist rolling on the sea like the horizon in the distance, covering the entire horizon.
The spiritual master stationed on the ship suddenly said loudly: “Little guys, I advise you not to look around. This is a real king-level ghost story. If you accidentally fall into it, no one can save you.”
As soon as the spiritual master finished speaking, a young man in the crowd screamed and fell to the ground.
The boys and girls around him fled in shock. When they saw the young man lying on the ground, his face was pale and his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying and was frightened to death! ?
The waiter on the ship came over and felt his pulse to confirm that the boy was really dead.
When the spiritual master learned about it, he just said lightly: “This kind of courage is not enough to enter Lingzhou. Let’s deal with it.”
Everyone saw the waiter throwing the young man’s body directly into the sea.
Such a cruel scene suppressed the emotions of the excited young men and women.
They didn’t understand why the young man on the ground was suddenly frightened to death, and why the spiritual master’s attitude was so cold.
Those who had spiritual consciousness in the mortal continent were regarded as geniuses and extraordinary talents. However, in the words of the spiritual master on the ship, they were nothing more than objects.
“Grandpa said that there are countless forms of mist mirage, and before it actually appears, everyone sees it differently.” Jiang Shou said in a low voice: “I don’t know what the person in Yunmo saw.”
Sun Yaole said: “No matter what he saw, the spiritual master is right. If you can be scared to death by what you see, such a timid person is destined to have no future.”
After she finished speaking, she found that no one agreed with her, and her expression became unhappy again.
As the spirit ship moved forward, everyone on board gradually felt the clouds and mist floating in the air, as silky as catkins, delicate and elusive.