After receiving the lookout's report, the captain decided to take a look without much hesitation.

It is impossible for a merchant ship to be idle and have nothing to do with it turning off the power and drifting on the sea, maybe it has encountered some difficulties.

This is an unwritten rule on the sea, and although merchant ships are competitors, they have also developed the habit of helping each other, after all, no one can guarantee that they will not be the next to be shipwrecked.

As the distance got closer, the clearer the ship became.

It is much smaller than the sea giant, and it is more streamlined overall, which makes it faster than the sea giant.

However, the ship now shows no signs of starting, the propeller at the tail has stopped working, and the sails used as backup power have not been raised, and the whole has an eerie atmosphere.

Even more confusingly, the peeking into the MONOCULUS does not see anyone moving on deck.

This is the most abnormal place.

In addition to having an experienced captain to get a ship moving, sailors proportional to the size of the ship are also a top priority, which is much more difficult than driving on land.

But there was no sign of any living creature coming back from the Eye, only the ship, floating silently on the sea like a tombstone.

"That's the Graceful Siren, Old Forss's ship."

The captain stood next to An Yizhi, which was regarded as the light of An Yizhi, and he was no better than using a telescope with a poor field of vision to directly look at the picture sent by the peeping magic eye.

"How could this cunning old dog, who set off half a day before us, and whose boat is faster than us, meet him here?"

That was said, but the captain's face was solemn, and it was obvious that he had some bad premonition.

"Wouldn't it be dangerous to keep getting closer?"

"I can't rule out the possibility of danger, but at least I want to see what happened, I don't want that to happen on my ship."

He then joked:

"Old Foss likes to play pranks, maybe he's doing it."

I'm afraid no one will believe this kind of justification.

As the distance approached, the stalled ship was already visible to the naked eye.

Its exterior was unscarred, the deck was polished, and the ship had apparently undergone careful maintenance before sailing, and even the bow statue in the shape of a Kraken at the bow was clean and as good as new.

But even though it didn't have any scars, no signs of being attacked by pirates or sea monsters, it still exuded an eerie aura.

The air around it seemed to freeze, and when you looked at it, there was a chill that even the blazing sunlight had filtered out.

The whole crew of the Sea Giant was on guard for fear that some terrible monster would suddenly emerge from under the water, and they hoped that this was a nasty joke by the red-nosed captain of the Graceful Siren, and that would at most fill him with a few glasses when he returned to port.

No one spoke, and in the silence the Sea Giant approached the graceful Banshee in a side-by-side position.

At this time, Hela, who was staying on Ann's shoulder, said:

"There's a strong undead aura on that ship, and it's not something a few skeletons or ghosts can make."

The captain was not taken aback by Hela's sudden remarks, and Ann's name was so loud that the captain had heard the bard sing in the tavern.

- Although it is not a very good deed.

"It can't be a ghost ship, right?"

"If only it were just a ghost ship."

In this world of magical beings, the existence of ghost ships is not unusual.

Compared to the terrifying and mysterious ghost ship in reality, the ghost ship in the wizarding world is a 'ghost ship' in the true sense of the word.

For example, it is not uncommon for the crew to die quickly due to an acute infectious disease, and as a result, the soul of the crew is still attached to the ship and sails it.

But when it comes to danger, it's really nothing. After all, the ghosts are a bunch of scum who don't have a combat power of 5, and the maximum level is no more than 10.

And the ship in front of him doesn't look like a ghost ship at all.

Because it's so new.

Even if the crew has just become undead, there will still be many traces of negative energy erosion on the ship, at least the polished shiny deck will definitely become dull, and over time the ship's structure will begin to decay until the whole ship can no longer float on the water.

An Yizhi touched the Orb of Death to activate the innate ability of drinking the undead, and the information returned showed that there were no undead creatures in the vicinity of An Yizhi, further proving that the ship was not a ghost ship.

If Ann was the captain, he would definitely order to get as far away from it as possible, to fucking help each other, the atmosphere revealed by this ship is too weird.

But the captain said he wanted to find out what had happened to the ship, and that it would be better to find a survivor or two if he could.

So he singled out four able-bodied sailors, one of whom was said to be his nephew.

"Mr. An, I know this request is a bit rude, but I hope you can go and see it together."

"Okay, but I don't promise to protect those sailors in case of danger."

An Yizhi agreed very happily, not only because the adventurer was obligated to protect the ship when he was on the ship, but also because he was also a little curious.

- Mainly suffocated by boredom.

In order to ensure safety, the Sea Giant did not get too close to the Graceful Kraken, but dropped a small boat from a distance of several tens of meters.

Four sailors rowed close with weapons, and Ann picked up a bundle of ropes and flew directly with the dragon's wings, and casually unfolded the ropes and bolted them to the side of the ship, so that the sailors could climb up.

Then he looked at the ship.

As seen on the MONOCULUS before, the deck was empty, there was no shadow of any crew, and there was no one on duty from the watchtower on the mast.

There is no cargo on the deck, and since the sugar needed by the sea tribe is a luxury even on land, it is easy to break and get damp if it is piled up on the deck.

The slightest coldness drills into the pores of the skin like a small worm, which is very uncomfortable, which is also the most direct sign of excessive negative energy.

An Yizhi would have preferred that it was a veritable ghost ship, in which case he could blow it up with three strokes divided by two, but the situation was somewhat weird.

As he was observing, the sailors who were a step behind him also rowed in and climbed up along the rope that Ann had thrown down before.

I was also stunned to see the situation on the deck, I had heard of ghost ships occasionally, but it was the first time I had seen a ship like this, which had nothing at all.

"Any of you who are familiar with the structure of this ship, I want to go to the captain's room and cabin to see."

One of the sailors volunteered:

"I have a brother who works on this ship, I've been here."

An Yizhi nodded:

"Well, you lead the way, and the weapons are all out, maybe it's dangerous."

Even An Yi's fingers trembled a little, and the other sailors were even more like a great enemy, and they all drew their waist scimitars and took off the small round shield on their backs, and the sailor who spoke before led the way, and the five of them walked towards the cabin.

The vague chill was even more pronounced in the cabin, where the level of negative energy was high enough to make the able-bodied sailors feel uncomfortable, usually only in years of unattended mass graves, or in the lairs of powerful undead.

An Yizhi also pulled out the magic guide staff, and used the mage armor shield technique and the book of shields to form a three-layer defensive enchantment, this is not a trivial matter, it is always right to be careful.

No matter how powerful and terrifying the undead are, the sunlight is the eternal enemy of them, and even if they don't get hurt from the sun, they won't feel how comfortable the sunlight is.

If the ship is attacked by a powerful undead, it is most likely to hide in the lowest compartment, the cargo hold.

So Yasuchi decided to explore from the bottom up to find out what was going on with the ship.

Descending the slightly steep staircase, the clatter of the boots on contact with the wooden staircase was particularly noticeable in the silence, and several sailors could even hear their own heartbeats.

The bottom cabin was pitch black, and in order to prevent the deadly fires at sea, the ships were powered by magically powered lights.

It's just that everyone found that all the magic lamps they encountered on the road had lost their power and could not be used.

This is a very strange place, magic lamps don't consume much energy, a magic crystal the size of a fingernail is enough to keep them running for a week, and the more expensive magic lamps even have a faint magic circle, almost a semi-perpetual motion machine.

Hela can't tell what caused it for the time being, and there is too little information.

As the distance dropped, An Yizhi had no choice but to activate the light dance technique to provide illumination.

Descending to the bottom of the cabin doesn't take much time in normal times, but they walked for several minutes, mainly worried about running into monsters.

When they reached the bottom level, they saw that the square wooden boxes full of goods were neatly arranged in the cabin, and fastened with ropes, and there was only a narrow passage between the goods that could accommodate one person, and it did not look like a monster was hiding here.

"Although the negative energy level is slightly higher than above, I don't see any trace of the undead, it may have been here before, leaving a strong negative energy breath, but it is long gone now."

Hela's words made the four sailors breathe a solid sigh of relief.

An Yizhi asked the sailor next to him for a dagger, walked to the nearest box, and stabbed it in.

The dagger was very sharp, and it didn't take much force to sink in, and when he pulled it out, a series of white crystals flowed out of the breach.

It was white sugar, and it was the favorite trade item of the sea tribes.

It can be seen from the quality of these white granulated sugars that they are quite high-grade sugars, and ordinary sugar will not be refined to such an extent, and they can be sold at a very high price when transported to the sea tribe.

However, soon after the sugar flowed out, it turned from snow-white to dull and even gray, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The one who attacked this ship should be a very powerful ghost-type undead, and only the aura they left behind would make White Sugar this virtue."

In this world full of ghosts, things like salt and sugar are not just condiments, but also have a certain mystical effect.

Sugar can sense whether a ghost has come, and salt can form an enchantment that ordinary ghosts can't pass through, so it's not nonsense to say that salt is sprinkled to ward off evil spirits.

But there is one thing to be aware of.

This is the sea, and the salt content of the sea is super high, and the sea water is a very uncomfortable thing for the ghosts.

So, what the hell is a ghost-type undead creature capable of attacking merchant ships in the sea?