Others may not have noticed, but you are keenly aware that the old boat has been moving under the support of the middle-aged man. Although the speed is not fast, it is at least quicker than walking, and since you started counting from the pier, it has now reached three hundred, which is five minutes. Even if this Ghost City is about the size of a hectare, with the boat cutting straight through, it should be near the edge by now, let alone that this is just the beginning.
As the boat moves forward, a faint fragrance slowly wafts through the air. It's a scent none of you have ever smelled before, and even you, with all your experience, frown slightly because once you catch a whiff of this floral scent, it slightly numbs the nerves, as if you've inhaled a nerve-numbing drug like marijuana.
"Ah!"
At this moment, the boy from the young couple suddenly shouts, his right hand trembling as he points into the darkness ahead.
