Upon waking up, the entire world was submerged in a sea of blood-red tide, red flowers blooming on both banks, everyone had disappeared, and only I remained.
The empty treasure ship drifted on the river surface, the dragon bone compressing the river, creating ripples.
Wen Shiyun's chest heaved violently, worried that the sound of his breathing would be too loud and disturb some unknown "existence", he had to control his breathing rhythm, inhaling slowly and exhaling gently. The winter clothes were thick, the outer layer showed nothing, but the inner lining was already soaked dark with sweat.
He stuck to the wall, drenched in sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead, feeling exhausted without even having fought anyone yet.
Cautiously, he peeked his head out to glance at the kitchen.
There was no sign of Captain Leader and the River Otters in the kitchen, nor any thieving monkeys, and certainly no so-called "enemy".
