West Suburb Dock.
Wu Xiaode squatted in a dark corner, gazing at a large ship that was moored.
The ship was brightly lit and heavily guarded, exuding an overwhelming aura of evil.
"The most recent ritual should start at midnight," Fei Fei said.
"How is the ritual conducted?" Wu Xiaode asked.
"The ship heads to international waters, where all souls are sacrificed in one go, sometimes summoning the God worshiped by the Church to bestow treasures," Fei Fei explained.
She glanced at the ship and sighed, "We're too late; no one can board that ship now."
"That's not necessarily true," Wu Xiaode said.
He took a step forward.
The dark night, the clouds, and the countless sentries all disappeared.
Time had changed.
It was now early morning.
Amidst the morning mist, the ship slowly docked at the shore.
A few sturdy men disembarked from the ship, yawning and saying:
"Let's go, the ship is in position, let's grab some food; there's more work to do tonight."
