Chapter 1151: Chapter 883, It is a Tomb_2 Chapter 1151: Chapter 883, It is a Tomb_2 As far as the eye could see, there was no limit.
It really did cover half a city's area, and according to the Steward, the fog was expanding.
Without control or gleaned useful information, it would eventually reach the nearby maritime area.
Wu Heng took out his phone to check the location again–which was still effective, with no issues.
Thump thump thump~!
After a while, someone knocked on the cabin door and said, “Steward, we are nearing the fog.”
The middle-aged steward looked up at Wu Heng, “Island Lord Wu Heng, let's go out!”
“Okay!”
Leaving the cabin, the fleet had already reached the edge of the fog.
The light mist enveloped the ships, and the others had used some methods to cover their mouths and noses.
“We'll go in, and they will stand guard outside. If we don't come out by the second day, they will search inside for a distance. If they still can't find us, they will call for reinforcements from the headquarters and request elder-level personnel to intervene,” the Steward finished saying.
The other ships all stopped, while their own ship directly fixed the rudder.
They began to progress into the depths of the fog along a straight line.
As they moved forward, the fog around became denser, with visibility not exceeding five meters.
Apart from the visual range being affected, other senses, even hearing, were greatly impacted.
Even the roaring waves became fainter.
Wu Heng could feel the various negative energies within the fog.
And this energy continued to intensify as they went further.
He glanced at the other people on the ship; everyone had prepared some tools to counteract the effects of the fog.
The ship continued forward.
They could see broken planks, torn sails, and some barrels and debris,
All floating with the waves.
“There are survivors,” suddenly someone spoke up.
Everyone looked in the direction of the gaze; on a broken plank, a figure was lying, who seemed to be a sailor by his attire.
“Pull him up!” the Steward ordered.
A rope was lowered, and someone went down. As they approached the floating plank, the sailor suddenly leapt up, shrieking, and flailing, trying to drag the rescuer into the sea.
The rescuer, being the Captain, punched the sailor in the stomach, knocking him out.
Then he carried him back up to the ship.
“His mind has been affected by the fog; others who came out were in the same state,” the middle-aged Steward explained to Wu Heng.
Some bent down to feed the rescued person an Elixir.
When the man woke up, he shrieked again, lunging wildly at them.
This state was somewhat similar to that of Zombies, but the attack method was different.
Zombies still pounced by standing upright and biting, whereas this man moved forward in a crouch, resembling 'Gollum' from the Magic Ring.
The man was again restrained, and the association used a scroll.
The crazed sailor's eyes cleared somewhat, turning from aggressive to a scared rabbit, curling up and mumbling to himself.
“We are from the association, how did you get out?”
“You are safe now, can you understand what I am saying?”
The Vice-executive asked several questions in succession, but the man did not respond normally.
Slap slap~!
Two heavy slaps were delivered, and the Vice-executive sternly said, “How did you get out, otherwise I'm cutting you now.”
“I… I don't know.”
“What did you see inside?” the Vice-executive continued to ask.
“I saw a ship, we tried to avoid it to leave, but no matter how we circled, that ship would appear in front of us.”
“Where are the others?”
“I don't know!”
Slap slap~!
Two more slaps were given, “Think carefully!”
The sailor cowered and said, holding his head, “I don't know.”
The Steward said, “Lock him up.”
“Yes!”
The man was taken away, and the Steward came over, explaining to Wu Heng, “Everyone is under a lot of pressure, and their actions got a bit rough. I'll talk to them after the mission.”
Wu Heng nodded, not saying much.
He felt fine himself, but for these people, they were faced with life-and-death pressure.
The ship continued to move forward.
The others went about their tasks, while Wu Heng sat down on the side.
Xiao Xiao's voice rang in his ear, “Uncle, is this a ghost hitting the wall?”
According to the sailor they had just rescued, once the ship entered a certain distance into the fog, no matter which direction it took, it would end up approaching the ghost ship.
It was indeed similar to the phenomenon of “ghost hitting the wall.”
But this is the Otherworld, and “ghost hitting the wall” is a term from his own world; here, it's usually Illusion Technique.
“Yes, now that you mention it, it does seem so,” Wu Heng said.
Xiao Xiao leaned on his shoulder, “Are there really ghosts?”
Wu Heng replied, “What are you talking about? In our profession, shouldn't ghosts be afraid of us?”
“Oh, right! Then later you protect me, Uncle,” Xiao Xiao said.
“You protect me.”
“I'm just a child.”
“I'm a college student!” Wu Heng retorted without yielding.
Xiao Xiao took charge around Wu Heng, while Bella and Glenda checked around the ship.
The fog didn't affect the Ghosts much, and the energy contained within made the Three Ghosts feel more comfortable.
Moreover, since there was a sensing connection between the Ghosts and Wu Heng, there was no fear of losing track of each other.
After sparring verbally with Xiao Xiao for a bit, he picked up his phone again to check. The location was still there, but it seemed not to follow the previous straight line.
…
The ship continued to move forward, and after rescuing the first person, the atmosphere of the team became even more solemn.
Everyone was heads down, immersed in their tasks, no one spoke.
And the fog's impact on people continued to deepen.
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