You made all the streamers on the internet kneel before you when you were asked to make a game.

Lu Zhixing stood up, leaning against the wall. The dizziness had lessened considerably after entering the shop, but it was only temporary.

"Boss Zhou, do you know how to deal with the side effects of this funeral shroud?" Lu Zhixing asked bluntly.

Upon hearing this, Boss Zhou shook his head.

"Brother Lu, to be honest, this 'Mysterious Ink Silk Robe' is an extremely ominous item."

"It was originally intended for the dead. If a living person wears it, their soul will naturally be eroded by the yin energy, and they will gradually go mad."

"There is no solution."

"You can only rely on yourself to tough it out and wait for your soul to gradually adapt."

"Or, finding a place with abundant yang energy might alleviate the problem somewhat."

His words were as good as saying nothing at all.

This godforsaken place, where did this place with its abundant yang energy come from?

Lu Zhixing's heart sank. Looking at his sanity, which was only 48 points left in his status bar, he knew he couldn't delay any longer.

"Boss Zhou."

Lu Zhixing's voice turned cold. He took a step forward and looked directly at the other person.

"I'm not here to listen to your nonsense."

"I need to know how to leave Seafog Town."

The dark ink-colored silk robe he was wearing was a gift from Boss Zhou to please Xiao Die.

When else can we not use the power of a fox borrowing the tiger's might?

Boss Zhou felt uneasy under Lu Zhixing's gaze and subconsciously took a half step back.

He hesitated for a moment, sighed, and lowered his voice.

"Sigh... Brother Lu, it's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just... there's no way out of this Sea Mist Town."

"What?" Brother Long and the directionally challenged guy exclaimed at the same time.

"No way out?" Lu Zhixing frowned. "Then aren't we going to be trapped here forever?"

"No, not exactly." Boss Zhou shook his head, his expression becoming even more strange. "If you want to leave, there's only one chance."

"Only when the 'Dragon King Festival' begins, the grand opera on the stage ends, the sea monster that submerged the town recedes, and the 'Gate of Hell' connecting to the outside world will appear with a glimmer of hope."

"Dragon King Festival?" Lu Zhixing seized on this key phrase.

"Yes." Boss Zhou nodded, his eyes unconsciously glancing at the ghost bride next to Brother Long and the little water ghost girl next to Lu Zhixing.

He licked his chapped lips and muttered something under his breath, so softly it was almost inaudible.

"Right now, the whole town is preparing for the 'Dragon King's Wedding'..."

"This year's offerings... hey, they're unusually plentiful."

Although his voice was soft, everyone present was highly focused and heard it clearly.

The Dragon King is getting married?

Sacrifice?

Brother Long immediately lost his temper!

He shielded the ghost bride behind him, watching Boss Zhou warily.

"You old bastard, what the hell do you mean? Why are you looking at my wife?"

Lu Zhixing was also startled.

He glanced down at the little water ghost girl who was clinging to his leg.

A ghost bride, a water ghost.

Is it...

"Boss Zhou, explain yourself clearly. What are the offerings for the 'Dragon King's Wedding'?" Lu Zhixing's voice carried a hint of coldness.

Boss Zhou seemed to realize he had let something slip, his face turned pale, and he waved his hands repeatedly.

"No...nothing...I was just talking nonsense, just talking nonsense."

The more he tries to cover it up, the more it proves that something is fishy.

But Boss Zhou just wouldn't say.

Even when Lu Zhixing brought up Xiaodie, he couldn't get any answers by pressing her for answers.

"How long can we stay here?" Lu Zhixing changed the subject.

"At most...at most until dawn." Boss Zhou held up one finger.

"I have to deliver goods to the 'big shots' before dawn."

"At that point, I won't be able to keep this shop either."

deliver goods?

Are you sending these paper effigies?

Lu Zhixing glanced at the lifelike paper figures on the wall and suddenly had a bad feeling.

This means they must find another safe haven before dawn.

Looking at the entire town of Haiwu, the only place that seems to meet the criteria is the grand theater in the town center.

In other words, it's Xiaodie's territory after her return.

The temporary safety did not dispel the gloom in everyone's hearts.

The threat of death hangs like the Sword of Damocles over our heads, ready to fall at any moment.

There are about four hours until dawn.

They had to leave before Boss Zhou "delivered" the goods, traversing a street mostly occupied by "salted meat" stalls to reach the theater.

This is nothing short of a high-stakes gamble.

The directionally challenged person huddled in a corner of the shop, completely exasperated.

The veteran driver was, after all, his bedmate who shared a coffin with him, yet he died tragically right before his eyes, vanishing instantly along with the two survivors.

His only support now is Ah Xiu, who is fast asleep.

"Ah Xiu... Ah Xiu, wake up..."

The directionally challenged man closed his eyes and called out that name in his mind over and over again.

The ghosts that once terrified him have now become his only source of comfort.

He relied on Ah Xiu and the leader to dominate "The Caged Bird".

No matter how he called out, his mind remained completely silent.

Ah Xiu's soul was severely damaged in the previous Sea Fiend Tide and fell into the deepest hibernation.

That faint connection seemed as if it could break at any moment.

Without his "human radar," the directionally challenged person felt like a blind and deaf person with their eyes and ears covered, thrown into the most dangerous dark forest.

Every minute and every second was torture.

Berserker Dragon's condition isn't much better either.

Although he was protected by the ghost bride, he had not fully recovered, and although he had a lot of yang energy, it was not much.

Only Lu Zhixing is still holding on.

He took off his burial clothes, leaned against the counter, and closed his eyes to rest, but the thought of death still lingered in his mind.

After resting for a while, the sky outside the shop seemed even darker than before.

In the thick fog, the faint sound of chains dragging on the ground and the heavy footsteps of some large creature could be heard.

Boss Zhou's face grew increasingly grim.

"No, we can't wait any longer," Boss Zhou said anxiously, rubbing his hands together.

"The sea patrol demons have started patrolling the streets; if we don't leave now, it'll be too late!"

He began packing up his things in the shop, packing up the paper figures with eerie smiling faces drawn on them, as if he was preparing to run away.

Lu Zhixing opened his eyes, and a trace of clarity returned to his gaze.

He walked to the door, took a deep breath, and addressed the crowd.

"Stay close to me, keep quiet, and don't make any noise."

"Brother Long, tell your wife to keep her breathing low. We'll try to stay in the shadows of the building."

Everyone nodded, their faces filled with solemnity.

The ghost bride picked up the weakened Brother Long.

Lu Zhixing, pulling along the directionally challenged man, walked at the very front.

He pushed the door open a crack, and after confirming that there was no "salted meat" outside for the time being, he led the way and slipped out.

The sticky air and the stench of decay enveloped my entire body once again.

Then, avoiding the pickling jars, they made their way with difficulty towards the theater in the town center.

Along the way, they saw the "Sea Patrol Yaksha" that Boss Zhou had mentioned.

It was a giant over three meters tall, covered in fish scales, and wielding a huge harpoon.

They patrolled the streets slowly, and the ground trembled slightly with each step they took.

Fortunately, Lu Zhixing anticipated this and led everyone to hide in a dilapidated house, thus narrowly escaping the danger.

Everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit.

Especially for those who have a poor sense of direction.

He followed closely behind Lu Zhixing, not daring to look around, and mechanically took steps.

Sudden.

He stopped.

Lu Zhixing, who was walking ahead, noticed something was wrong and turned around to ask in a low voice.

"What's wrong?"

The directionally challenged boy didn't answer; instead, a look of ecstatic joy appeared on his face.

It was a frenzied joy of seeing a glimmer of hope in despair.

"I have no sense of direction... go to the left..."

"It's...safe here..."