"Wait for my good news, human. Soon, you will have a ship capable of sailing the Nether Sea."
After saying this, the Tentacle Merchant began contacting the city's monsters to start building the ship.
Little Crow watched the departing Tentacle Merchant and patted his chest:
"A monster... phew, I hope nothing goes wrong..."
Chen Qi glanced at the time and picked up the medicinal herbs he had just purchased.
Some time had passed since they had come ashore, he wondered how Fen was doing?
...
...
Aboard the Ghost Ship.
The Water Elves had become ice sculptures, entering hibernation.
Fen, wrapped in a thick and stiff blanket, leaned her small head on her knees, staring blankly at the campfire in front of her.
The firelight flickered, casting a pale glow on her colorless face.
The bright red flowers on her head had turned into withering whites, falling petal by petal into the sea under the breeze.
So cold... Fen's eyelids drooped, her consciousness gradually blurring.
