Under the night sky, the sound of the sea shell sent out silvery ripples, continuously spreading into the distance.
Everyone watched in amazement and asked, "Boss Qin, can your confidante really be relied upon?"
"Yeah, after all, the sound of this sea shell has a limited range, it's not a satellite phone. Can she really receive it?"
Qin Feng laughed and said, "Since she gave me this thing, it surely has its uses. Let's wait patiently, I believe we'll soon see results!"
Brother Xiaowei and the others nodded, sitting at the railing at the back of the ship and started chatting.
Qin Feng looked at Maoo Baiqing and curiously asked, "Brother Baiqing, isn't there a branch in Maoshan called the Corpse-Driving Sect?"
Maoo Baiqing replied, "Yes, there is. Why do you ask?"
Qin Feng said, "That fat wizard earlier, he seemed to be from the Corpse-Driving Sect! He used a wicked technique called Blood Curse Technique; it's very sinister. Have you heard of this spell?"
"Blood Curse?"
