C431 Underworld Journey (5)

"Aowu …!"

A burst of mournful wails drifted over from afar. It was filled with sadness, as if the ghosts were crying in the middle of the night.

The yellow sea was sometimes rough and rough, sometimes calm and still, sometimes raging winds and sometimes torrential rain. There was no way to grasp its source of change!

The bitter and bitter howl of a ghost was like a light breeze