At dawn the next day, with the "Liver Emperor's" special effect, Wen Yan felt a bit weary. Lying in a chair, he slept soundly to the gentle sway of the ship.
Meanwhile, on several decks of the Dahlia, seven to eight thousand lost souls stood densely packed, their resentment soaring to the sky.
Including the first island that was visited, only three islands had been visited so far.
And these were just people killed as expendable materials by those sorcerers, and they had to have not been dead for too long.
Just like the lost souls on the first island, even souls that hadn't yet dissipated had their soul bodies full of holes and scars.
If they had been dead too long, their souls would have vanished long ago, consumed as expendable materials.
Based on what Wen Yan had seen and heard in the past few days, even within the Water Ghosts, there were people from Nanyang.
They had been brainwashed for too long, their cognition and thoughts as if stamped with ideological seals.
