Fang Qingyu felt a throbbing at his temples.
Something's off...
In the darkness ahead, a black name stood out conspicuously.
[Drowned Minion]
This thing... is it an Alien God believer!?
Fang Qingyu recalled the He Manhe he had seen before.
Her title, Curse Skeleton Master, sounded more like a believer of an Alien God.
What profession is this Drowned Minion?
It reads more like the meaning of a tiger minion.
A ghost of the drowned!?
"Don't approach for now."
Fang Qingyu thought it over, deciding to be cautious.
He retreated back to the corner.
His shoulder lightly grazed against the damp moss.
From the depths of the darkness came the sound of something heavy being dragged.
In the stagnant water hanging upside down nearby, a human shape began to emerge.
It was a man wearing a soaked white robe, leaving black footprints with every step.
His skin had the distinctive bloated bluish-gray of a drowned victim.
