At this moment, iron chains flew out ahead, hooking onto the back half of the yacht. One by one, the ghosts rode the chains, as if still floating in the water, gliding rapidly along the iron links.
The girl at the very front, with long straight black hair, tied it up, gripped a butcher knife, and leapt straight down from the second-story platform, swinging the blade down in one fierce motion.
One of the ghosts who boarded first, body and weapon together, was split cleanly in two by the strike.
Dark murderous energy surged on the butcher knife; in the blink of an eye, that century-old old ghost dissolved like a mirage, blown apart by the wind and vanishing without a trace.
The skinny-looking girl, butcher knife in hand, actually seemed fiercer than those water ghosts.
