Tianmiao looked at Yan Botian, who was almost delirious, and gave a light laugh, her voice soft and eerie: "Yan Botian, are you happy?"
"Happy, joyful! Ahahahaha! Just as I wished, exactly as I wished!" Yan Botian laughed maniacally, his entire body shaking with excitement.
"It's good that you're happy." Tianmiao's laughter seemed cheerful, "By a coincidence, I'm very happy too."
Tang Wanwan and Yan Bin looked around in shock because countless white souls, the souls of the people on the ship, appeared. They were densely packed, standing all over the deck. The few living people were mixed in among them, witnessing the unbelievable scene.
"Stupid brother, am I dreaming?" Tang Wanwan exclaimed in surprise, clinging tightly to Yan Bin's arm.
"I, I am afraid of ghosts. These are all, all ghosts, right?" Yan Bin shivered, hugging Tang Wanwan back.
