"Mr. Xu, I've told you, this room is very dirty and not suitable for living..."
Xiaoyu's voice drifted softly, like a candle flickering in the dark night, or a spirit lurking beneath its light.
Standing still, You Su felt the cold like icy lake water spreading to his feet. He slowly turned his head, and his eyes returned to their stark black-and-white form.
During the past few days while sailing on the azure barge through the sea of clouds, he had been practicing controlling his eyes, and now he could control their appearance at will.
"Xiaoyu was right, it's quite dirty, really not suitable for staying."
Holding an oil lamp, You Su turned around, unable to see the girl's face in the dark.
Xiaoyu blinked and stepped aside, saying, "Mr. Xu, why don't you come aboard first?"
Following her suggestion, You Su stepped into the cabin. Yet the cellar door remained open, as the damp, cold, fishy wind blew from inside, as if haunted souls were striking against him.
