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The sky outside was a dull gray, and even the ship's lights illuminating the surface of the sea could not dispel the feeling of impending doom that hung in the air like a shroud.
As I looked at the lifeless bodies before me, resembling ice sculptures, fear gripped my heart, and an unsettling scene unfolded in everyone's minds.
The massive ship seemed to be sinking slowly before our eyes, while chaos reigned on board, with frantic figures scrambling everywhere, their cries and struggles echoing in the air.
"Ruth! Ruth!"
A handsome young man floated in the frigid water, his hands frozen stiff, his face turning a shade of blue. Frost clung to his hair, yet he held tightly onto a piece of wood that supported a beautiful girl—Ruth.
His eyes were filled with deep affection as he gazed at her, while she wept and sobbed uncontrollably.
All around on the surface of the sea lay the bodies of those who had frozen to death. Many had turned into ice sculptures, scattered across the water like a haunting landscape, unmoved by the wind.
This was a disaster, but it was also a poignant story.
The handsome young man was Jack Dawson, and the beautiful girl was Ruth—the name he had called out in his dreams.
This scene was not something we witnessed firsthand; rather, it emerged in our minds because we had all seen the movie Titanic.
Yet it was undeniable that perhaps we were standing in the very spot where the Titanic had sunk.
The bodies drifting on the surface of the sea served as undeniable proof.
"Run."
Suddenly, Gu Chen shouted and pulled me along as he dashed outside.
It was then that I snapped back to reality. My gaze shot forward, and I felt a chill run down my spine as I saw those bodies that had once floated on the water now appearing to come to life. They slowly sat up from the surface, waving their arms.
The pale hands struck against the glass, revealing a desperate and fierce expression that sent chills deep into the heart.
Without thinking much, I called out to Mu Yan and Mingyue, quickly following Gu Chen as we ran outside. He Si also hurried out after us.
"Where's Brother Luo?" He Si asked anxiously, having just rushed out from the ship's cockpit and scanning the surroundings.
"This is bad; he must have chased after them," Gu Chen's expression changed as he quickly instructed us to stay together in the cabin's lounge while he dashed out onto the deck.
Before long, Gu Chen returned with Brother Luo, his face looking somewhat grim. Brother Luo appeared disheveled, his clothes soaked halfway through.
As for Hou Guli, he was nowhere to be seen.
Seeing this, I frowned slightly and curiously asked, "What happened? Why is Brother Luo's clothing wet? And where's Hou Guli?"
I fired off several questions in quick succession. Gu Chen shot me a glance but didn’t answer. Instead, he said calmly, "No one should sleep tonight or leave the cabin. Just stay here."
After saying that, he sat down directly, lowering his head and furrowing his brow as if lost in thought.
Though everyone was puzzled, no one dared to ask further questions and instead found a place to sit down.
It wasn't long before we learned from Brother Luo that Hou Guli was dead. He had dashed out of the cabin and plunged straight into the sea, drowning in the process.
Brother Luo even mentioned that he had nearly followed suit; if Gu Chen hadn't gone out in time to grab him, his fate would likely have been the same as Hou Guli’s.
At this point, an ominous feeling crept back into our hearts.
Perhaps Tong Wei's disappearance was not so simple either, or it could be related to Hou Guli's fate.
Regardless of what had happened to him, there was nothing we could do now. No one dared to leave the cabin; we all remained seated in the lounge.
Yet even so, the night felt restless and uneasy.
No one believed it was the sea breeze, nor did anyone think it was the sound of waves crashing against the ship.
"Clap, clap, clap."
The sound echoed repeatedly, striking at each of our hearts, as if someone was forcefully slapping the ship.
What made it even more terrifying were the occasional footsteps that could be heard on the deck outside the cabin.
It was important to note that there weren't many people on board, and now they were all gathered together. So whose footsteps were those outside?
This thought sent chills down our spines, especially since the footsteps seemed to be getting closer.
Everyone kept their heads down, gritting their teeth, nerves taut.
Unable to bear it any longer, Gu Chen suddenly stood up, saying he wanted to go out and take a look.
"Master, let me go with you," I said.
The scene I saw through the glass in the ship's control room sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn't help but worry about him going out alone, so when I saw him stand up, I followed suit.
He Si had also been unable to hold back for some time and suddenly stood up as well.
Gu Chen didn't say anything; he merely glanced at us lightly before shaking his head and turning to walk out of the cabin.
Seeing Gu Chen's figure leave the cabin, He Si and I exchanged a glance. Without a word, we decisively followed him outside.
Before leaving, we instructed Brother Luo, Mu Yan, and Mingyue to stay in the cabin for safety; this was also a way to look out for Brother Luo.
As soon as we stepped onto the deck, He Si and I widened our eyes in shock.
There was no one on the deck, but we saw Gu Chen holding a Yellow Talisman, swinging it back and forth. Occasionally, he would slap the talisman into the air while chanting incantations with a grave expression.
As we looked down, we noticed a multitude of dense footprints on the deck.
The footprints were wet and particularly striking, and our gaze swept across the surface of the sea, where the water remained just water, and the waves continued to roll.
Yet, a hazy gray mist drifted over the sea, giving off an eerie feeling.
I quickly asked, "Master, what’s going on?"
Gu Chen did not turn around but replied with evident urgency and helplessness, "These Vengeful Spirits are gathering here and won’t disperse. They are foreign ghosts, and our Daoist Arts have little effect on them. You two need to get inside the cabin quickly."
His words made both He Si and me turn pale, but after exchanging a glance, we did not retreat. Instead, we resolutely declared that we would help him.
With that, we rushed onto the deck, talismans in hand, activating the Heavenly Eye.
At that moment, the gray mist on the sea suddenly became erratic and swayed back and forth.
A tremendous wave surged up from the surface of the sea, revealing a shocking figure at its center.
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