Crash, crash, crash!
The waves slapped against the hull, echoing with splashes in the pitch-black night.
Sun Yan sat at the bow of the ship, gazing at the shimmering sea, feeling very calm inside.
The moonlight is beautiful, and the sea is beautiful too. If it weren't for investigating the disappearance of fishermen, hosting an outdoor seafood BBQ here wouldn't be a bad choice.
"Dragon King bless us, Dragon King bless us."
The old man knelt by the railing of the ship, murmuring incessantly towards the sea.
Beside him, Shi Langfei held the Centipede Bee Bag, and a swarm of centipede bees flew out from the bag's mouth, dancing around the fishing boat, even going beneath the sea surface — they were born spies.
This made Sun Yan realize that no matter what kind of Tomb Guardian, they all had their own advantages.
Shi Langfei's Centipede Bee Bag, for example, was an investigative ability Sun Yan did not possess.
