This kind of inspiration is most likely to receive murmurs and whispers from various existences, and of course, it is also the group of people closest to the edge of madness.

At this time, the witch suddenly had a blank look, as if she was greatly shocked.

"I want you to divine me again!"

Fang Yuan opened his mouth.

"OK!"

The witch was silent, her expression and movement were all muddy, and she took out a crystal ball on the cashmere cushion.

"The mist of fate, please dissipate before my eyes... the round crystal, please guide me... the traces of ghosts moving forward in the sea!"

The witch grabbed the crystal ball and murmured and recited the prayer, and the speed was getting faster and faster.

Inside the crystal ball, a cloud of fog appeared, and a sailboat faintly appeared on it.

The sailboat is black all over, as if it has been mostly rotten, but on it, many undead creatures gather, carrying terrible spiritual pressure.

Even this pressure came directly into the tent through the crystal ball.

Luo Lisa knelt in an instant.

Fang Yuan can still remain as if nothing happened in the face of such pure power of death.

"Who is it? Dare to covet ships sailing in the underworld and the human world?"

"Who is it? It disturbs the sleep of the corpse?"

"Who is it? He was watched by the undead?"

...

A series of mysterious sounds came from the crystal ball.

It seems that there is really a ghost and something to climb out of the crystal ball.
Chapter completed!