The boatman suddenly shouted, "We're almost at the center of the Sea of Resentful Souls. Let's go our separate ways!"
Han Wenyue was stunned. According to the meaning of the boatman, was there really something strange in the sea?
Mr. Zhang, who was beside him, seemed to know his doubts and said with a smile, "The Sea of Resentment, as its name implies, is full of resentful souls in this sea. There are too many to count. Every time new dead people pass by here, they will try to drag it into the water. Every time a new soul falls into the water, there will be a resentful soul in the water detached from the sea and going through the cycles without end."
Mr. Zhang's words made the dead souls on the ship look panic-stricken, and they all approached the center of the ship.
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