"Survival... Are there dangers?"
Lin Qing didn't rush out; he just carefully sensed the situation outside the cabin.
"Hmm?"
He suddenly realized that this wooden building wasn't a wooden house at all, but rather a...
Cabin?
"Is this a ship?"
Lin Qing walked to the cabin door, grabbed the handle, and gently applied force to slowly push it open.
Through the crack in the door, you could see the wet deck, and farther off was a mist so dense it wouldn't dissolve. Under the thick fog, not even the edges of the deck could be clearly seen, and this ship seemed to be resting on a tranquil water surface.
It looked like this ship wasn't small; the cabin he was in was just an upper-level room.
However, as Lin Qing extended his sensing, he discovered a bizarre aura deep in the lower cabin.
By listening carefully, you could faintly hear some movement coming, as if... chopping bones?
