At this time, it has entered the middle of the night, and the entire ship is quiet, without any sound.

If there is anything unusual in this silence, it is that there is a rather obvious smell of blood in the air.

Ning Ke went up to the deck with the knife in hand, without hiding his figure at all.

Nowadays, monsters in the innate realm are strange and rare, and one's own cultivation in the dirty realm is a kind of confidence in itself.

He looked around and could vaguely feel,

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