"Hm? They're actually real people!"
A hint of surprise crossed Hu Qi's face.
In his line of sight, the corpse of the well-built man quickly softened, becoming like a mass of black liquid that seeped down through the cracks in the ship's planks.
It vanished on the spot, leaving only a faint black mark on the floor.
But Hu Qi could see a point of light emerge from the corpse, then pass straight through the wall and disappear.
He knew what that was, of course: the Light of the Soul.
Only true living beings possessed it.
He had originally thought these people were just illusions created by some kind of power, but now, it was clear things weren't so simple.
Moreover, this Light of the Soul was a bit strange; a special power was coiled around it.
"All smoke and mirrors!"
These strange phenomena felt like some kind of puzzle, stirring a trace of impatience in Hu Qi.
He had never been a patient man to begin with.
Especially when he had more than enough power to handle things.
