The Ferryman rowed the small boat away from the island, leaving Lu Yu alone to follow the black skeleton toward the island's center.
On the stone-brick road leading from the dock to the center of the island, on either side of Lu Yu, he saw densely packed, neatly arranged unmarked tombstones, as though the entire island was surrounded by them.
"Where are you taking me?" Lu Yu glanced around, then turned to look at the black skeleton and asked.
The black skeleton did not speak, seemingly ignoring his question.
Seeing that he was unwilling to answer, Lu Yu didn't press further. So far, neither the Ferryman nor the black skeleton had shown any hostility toward him.
If the Ferryman's lack of hostility could be attributed to his personality, then for the black skeleton, there was only one reason—his right hand.
Upon closer inspection, Lu Yu discovered that the black skeleton's bones were very similar to his own right hand bones.
