"I always feel like I've seen these phantoms." Yale stood wetly in the middle of the deck, trying to see something from the blurry images.

"Are these things also ghosts?" Charlene raised her fist nervously, carefully avoiding the phantom.

"I don't know, I've never seen a real ghost before." He opened his fingers, grabbed the head of a male phantom, and passed through without hindrance.

The young knight turned his head: "But obviously, at least for now, they are harmless."

Seeing him walking straight forward, the girl hurriedly shouted, "Hey! Where are you going?"

"Go to the bottom cabin to see, there may be some changes below."

"Wait for me!" She quickly chased after him. During the action, don't forget to dodge the phantom dancing wildly.

The bottom cabin was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers. Yale Xin tore off a hatch and lit it as a torch.

The scene here is very different from what we saw in the afternoon. The hull and hull skeleton are relatively complete, and the first cabin, aft cabin, and storage compartment can be identified with the naked eye.

"It seems that there is still nothing." Charlene was talking when the sole of her shoe suddenly stepped on a hard board object.

"What?" She picked it up and looked at it with firelight--a hollow tube.

"It seems to be a cigarette nozzle." Yale reached out and took it, stuffed the torch into his companion's hand, and looked at it carefully.

After his eyes were stained with dragon blood, he was already able to see the night as day, and the role of the torch was mainly to embolden someone who was obviously a little scared.

There seemed to be some ink stains on the end of the cigarette holder. The young knight raised it to the tip of his nose and sniffed, and it really smelled like ink.

Did someone write with this thing? Thinking of writing with this thing, either there is no pen, or the situation is urgent, and it is too late to find it. The ship apparently sank by accident, so the latter is more likely.

At this time, Yale suddenly remembered the tattered notebook, quickly took it out of his pocket, and turned to the last page.

"What are you doing?" Charlene leaned over her head curiously.

He didn't answer, he wiped the cigarette nozzle twice on his soaked sleeves, and made a light stroke according to the distribution of ink marks, simulating the inclination of writing.

"Could it be that this line is...!" The girl's eyes widened.

"It's about the same thickness, it should be right." Yale carefully put away the cigarette holder and was about to close the notebook. Inadvertently, he suddenly found that the handwriting could be vaguely seen on the penultimate page, and he quickly opened it:

"The ruins of my predecessors told me that redemption can only be obtained by destroying the darkness at the highest point... But it was too strong, Tal and the others were killed, and I was seriously injured, and there was nothing they could do... They didn't care about me, maybe It's because I'm dying... I'm not afraid of death, the glory belongs to the great Eruin..."

The handwriting is scribbled, but neat, clearly written in a fine quill. In other words, at this time, the owner of the note still has a quill and has enough time to write.

"His Majesty Elune is the previous emperor, and this ship is the battleship of the empire." Charlene's breathing became rapid, and her bright eyes looked at him.

"Darkness at the top?" Yale closed the notebook silently.

The relics of the predecessors...the imperial warships that sank decades ago...the same thing happened in the sea of ​​Rosevia a few decades ago? Before this ghost ship sank, it also encountered another ghost ship! ?

So how many generations can the blame origin be traced back? In other words, since then, has no one escaped from this circle?

"The revolving ghost ship, maybe the Maria is the next one." At this time, the young knight's vertical pupil reflected the flame of the torch.

"They, are they ghosts? The darkness at the highest point... the night sky? Or something else, why did this guy write so vaguely?" Charlene stomped angrily, and the floor where she stepped opened a small opening.

"In my opinion, he didn't know what the darkness at the highest point was until he died. He just conveyed the instructions of his predecessors to us and hoped that the next group of people would break this cycle."

Yale took a step towards the depths of the cabin, and the voice spread in the cabin empty: "Maybe, this is also your and my destiny."

"Who wants to die with someone like you?" The young girl, with wide eyes, waved the torch threateningly.

"No one will die," he told his companions and himself.

The search continued until dawn, and the two found no further items of intelligence value.

The next day, the early morning cold wind blew into the cabin, and Charlene tucked her knees and sat at the exit of the Maria's cabin, staring at the smoky sky, her mind full of notes.

After a while, a delicious fragrance wafted from behind, followed by the footsteps of Tong's companion, and Yale walked up to her with a clay pot.

"What? It seems to be delicious." Her confused mind clarified in an instant, only the smell of delicious food remained.

"I found the beef that Feiwen treasured." The young knight shook the clay pot as if showing off.

"..." Charlene wanted to see through her eyes, but the other party deliberately didn't say anything, just smirked.

In a few minutes, she finally couldn't take it anymore, jumped up suddenly, tried to **** it with her teeth and claws, and said something in her mouth: "You thief! I want to punish you and give me the stolen goods!"

"Since it's stolen goods, I, the thief, will definitely sell the stolen goods." Yale dodged while holding the clay pot.

"Give it to me! Give it to me!"

"Just don't give it!"

"His Royal Highness Li Jialu, why are you awake!" Charlene's eyes were dull, full of shock.

"How can..." He turned around to look, his hand suddenly lightened, and when he turned his head, the girl had already twisted open the clay pot happily.

"Speak." She only took a sip, then frowned and put down the clay pot: "They haven't eaten all day, do you need to..."

"No need." Yale shook his head, turned and walked towards the room, while saying, "We have to rest, everything will end in the next few days, it is the key to recuperate and face the challenges ahead."

He was right, there were too many passengers, and if there was a group feeding, there might not be enough for a whole day.

Thinking of this, the girl turned to the clay pot fiercely, and cried out in her heart: "Destroy you!"

The fifth day of the white fog.

That night, the shapes of those phantoms gradually solidified, and their faces were already recognizable. These ghost-like evils had an inevitable connection with the passengers of the Maria, because they had the same face.

The ghost ship is nearly half-new, and in contrast, the Maria looks like a dying old man.

A third paragraph of text appeared in the notebook:

"Everyone fell asleep, replaced by their ghosts. They took shape, what disaster should we face next? God, the captain is standing..."

The end of the line was covered in blood, and it was probably during this time that the owner of the note was seriously injured.

"According to this notebook, the last night is tomorrow."

"They really refer to ghosts." Charlene sat on the deck blankly, letting these ghosts walk around, she was already numb.

"There is no moon tonight." Yale looked at the night sky, flipping the notes in his hands, and suddenly his palms clapped together.

"What are you doing?" The female knight glared at him dissatisfied.

"The ghost of the Maria appeared on this ship, the ghost of this ship, should be on another ship, where did they go?"

"Who knows, maybe, still wandering at sea, maybe... sunk in some unknown corner."

"I hope so..." Yale closed his eyes tiredly.

There is also a possibility that these cursed ghosts are still gathering and hiding somewhere in the world, quietly waiting for the command of the cursed master.