Zhou Qing nodded and said, "Shall we start with the same love song?"
"Yes!" Shen Hanyi nodded slightly.
Zhou Qing took a deep breath and began, with Shen Hanyi joining in immediately.
Their voices intertwined, echoing gently under the jujube tree.
Until the paper money under the jujube tree slowly turned, as if drawn by an invisible hand, pointing steadily towards one of the black ancient ships that contained a key.
Without a word, the two hurried toward the ancient ship.
But just then, a figure suddenly sped over from the direction of the ancient ship, flying with all his might while uncontrollably spewing foul substances from behind him.
The substance, like yellow water columns, traced nauseating paths through the air, emitting a pungent stench as if countless dung buckets had been overturned.
Such a scene made Zhou Qing's face twitch as he instinctively covered his mouth and nose.
