"Move, what are you standing there for?"
Su Changxing shouted at the surrounding crew, his expression strange.
Weilian hesitated for a moment, then quickly shouted, "Hoist the sails, the storm has stopped, we are leaving now."
At this moment, there were still quite a few Black Eye Fish near the ship, but their numbers were already very few, unable to obstruct the progress of the Horror Ghost Ship.
Su Changxing was too lazy to bother with them; he only wanted to leave these places. These Ghost Eye Black Hand Fish were likely believers of that God, low-intelligence beings living in the depths of the sea, capable of directly affecting this world through their death and blood.
The methods of the Divine Spirit are truly unpredictable. If you're not careful, you might end up shipwrecked in a ditch. If it weren't for him mastering faith this time, it would have been a dead end. Even if unused, he would fall into a state of loss of control and become a monster.
