Jin Jiuchi, with a nose as sharp as a tracking dog, led his two teammates towards the source of the bloody scent. Approaching one am, almost no one could be seen on the cruise ship. The light in the corridor was dim and the silence amplified their hasty footsteps, making the atmosphere tense and somber.
The trio stepped onto the ninth floor when Jin Jiuchi abruptly halted on his tracks. He looked around, his brows furrowing.
Shen Nianzu also looked left and right but did not see anything out of the ordinary. Even then, he still kept his guard up and summoned his silver needles, ready to throw them forward if necessary. "What's wrong?"
