Everyone else also saw there's a ship on the sea, and it was drifting towards them.
It was a three-masted ship, the hull entirely pitch black, yet the sails were as white as paper, swaying up and down with the ocean waves, coming towards the shore.
"There seems to be writing on the sails." Di Esi observed carefully, reading aloud, "Transport souls, not people; transport people, not souls; leaving the ship means no landing, your soul will perish."
"Does this mean that only by taking the ship can one reach the other shore? If one crosses the sea physically, their soul will be doomed? But what does 'transport souls, not people; transport people, not souls' mean?" Lin Shen pondered with furrowed brows.
Unable to figure it out, he looked at Xiaoye, hoping to gain some useful information.
