Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

Yan Zhao and Shen Yubai traveled westward and eventually found a shipwrecked ship that had run aground on the coast.

The shipwreck was almost diagonally embedded among the reefs, with its bow raised high. The wood of the hull had turned black from being soaked in seawater, and its surface was covered with barnacles and brown algae, making its original color unrecognizable.

A large hole appeared in the hull, with splinters of wood at the edge of the breach splintering outwards. The tide poured in from one side and flowed out from the other, repeatedly gushing and splashing.

From a distance, the entire ship looks like a giant, stranded whale.

"This ship has been moored here for quite some time."

Yan Zhao bent down and crawled into the cabin through a hole in the ship's side. Soon, a strong, salty, and putrid smell hit her, almost knocking her over.

She covered her nose, exchanged a helpless glance with Shen Yubai behind her: "I really wish my sense of smell had stopped working during the day, so I wouldn't have to suffer like this."

Shen Yubai sighed: "Bear with it for a bit. There must be clues or props here. Let's find them and leave as soon as possible."

The two walked forward on the soaked deck. During this time, Shen Yubai picked up a broken mast and found it to be quite handy. Yan Zhao also found a short knife left behind by a sailor and tucked it into his waistband for self-defense.

...After entering the main cabin, Yan Zhao could see the situation inside by the dim light, and she cautiously took two steps back.

The scene was a mess, with many severely decomposed corpses lying on the bed and the floor, most of them exhibiting signs of gigantism. Clearly, the stench from earlier had originated from here.

Even more terrifying, none of these corpses had heads; they were just empty cavities, slowly fermenting in this forgotten space.

Be careful.

Shen Yubai gently reminded them, and the two immediately slowed down and began to search carefully inside the cabin.

However, despite searching high and low, even turning the body inside out, they ultimately found nothing.

Confused, Yan Zhao ventured deeper into the area until she discovered a loose wooden plank.

"Old Shen, can you help me out?"

"it is good."

The two men worked together to pry open the wooden plank and found a wooden rope ladder, realizing that it was the entrance to the lower deck.

An even more pungent fishy smell wafted over, making Yan Zhao feel nauseous and as if she was about to vomit. She tried to hold her breath and nimbly climbed down the ladder.

The lower deck was extremely dark, filled with clutter, and the dirty water almost reached the top of the shoes.

She had barely taken a few steps after landing when her trouser leg got caught on a nail on the wooden plank.

She bent down, trying to pull her trousers out, but when she put her fingers into the dirty water, she unexpectedly touched something.

Smooth, sticky, and seemingly surrounded by a ring of fine, sharp teeth.

"..."

She took a deep breath and quickly withdrew her hand.

Shen Yubai climbed down after a few seconds and noticed that something was wrong with her, so she quickly asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"There are fish all over here, the same fish we saw last night."

To be more precise, it's the fish head.

The hold was crammed full of countless rotting fish heads; it was impossible to count them all.

The two cautiously retreated to a corner and observed for a while. They discovered that these fish must have been dead, as they hadn't moved for a long time and were just quietly soaking in the water.

"I think there might be props hidden in the water," Shen Yubai said. "We might have to..."

Yan Zhao nodded, resignedly rolling up his sleeves: "There's no other way, just touch it."

So the two of them bent down and started catching fish in the water.

They groped their way from one side of the hold to the other, their hands practically marinated in the rotten fish, until finally they heard Shen Yubai's joyful call.

"Zhaozhao, come and see, is this it?"

Yan Zhao quickly went over and vaguely saw that he was holding a pair of different colored conch shells in his palm, with two pointed protrusions on the back of the conch shells.

She immediately thought of the mermaid priest statue, which had two symmetrical holes in its head after possessing Juniper.

"Perhaps we should place these conch shells on the mermaid priest's head, like her ears?"

"That's right, let's go back and try it out."

……

But when the two of them got the props, climbed up the ladder, and lifted the wooden plank in the lower deck again, they only glanced outside before immediately retreating back to their original spot.

"Damn," Yan Zhao muttered under his breath, "This is really weird."

In just a short while, the headless corpses that had been lying obediently in the main cabin outside all stood up, like ghostly soldiers emerging from the earth, blocking the way out of the cabin.

That was the only way out; if they wanted to get out, they had to force their way through.

Shen Yubai's face darkened. He gripped the broken mast tightly and turned to Yan Zhao to confirm, "Are you ready?"

Yan Zhao drew a short sword from his waist and replied solemnly, "Ready."

"Walk."

In the blink of an eye, Shen Yubai suddenly flipped the wooden plank, leaped out, and swung it at the horde of corpses.

Yan Zhao followed behind, stabbing wildly into the corpse's cavity. Then, he kicked another corpse that was trying to sneak up on Shen Yubai, sending it flying back onto the bed. He was clearly furious.

"Get out of my way!"

She'd had enough of this disgusting, awful place.

* * * * * *

At the same time, on the south side of Ghost Island, stood an ancient stone lighthouse.

The lighthouse is home to countless bizarre creatures with hard ram's head masks welded to their heads, thick bodies, and powerful muscles that gleam with a metallic sheen. A single punch from them can crack the stone wall.

Ling Ye, wielding a horizontal sword, was running back and forth from the bottom of the tower to the top and back again, slaughtering his way through the area. Limbs were scattered everywhere he went, and severed sheep heads rolled down the stairs, quickly turning into dust and disappearing.

He had chained up the observation deck at the top of the tower, and Du Songzi was hiding inside, responsible for deciphering the numerical graffiti code on the wall and opening the secret door containing the props.

"Brother Ling!" After what seemed like an eternity, Du Songzi shouted, "How's it going on your end? I got it!"

Five minutes later, the iron lock fell to the ground, and Ling Ye's cold figure, holding a knife, appeared behind the door.

Ling Ye looked at him, his expression softening slightly, and asked in a deep voice, "What did you get?"

"A pair of beads."

Du Songzi held out her hand to show him, revealing a pair of pale yellow stone beads, like cat's-eye stones, refracting soft light from different angles.

Ling Ye nodded: "Okay, I'll keep it here for now."

"Brother Ling, there's more." Du Songzi pointed to the window of the observation deck, gesturing for him to come over, "I just glanced into the distance and noticed over there..."

"What's over there?"

Lingye stood by the window and looked in the direction Du Songzi pointed. He saw that the fog that had been obstructing his view had dissipated slightly, and the outline of a fishing village could be vaguely seen in the distance.