I am a Celestial Master at full level, you want me to join the Rules and Ghost Story?

Late at night, Ryan, the chosen one of the Nordic Snow Country, felt as if he was being pulled by an invisible force, and his body sank involuntarily. The icy cold sea water gradually overwhelmed all his senses.

What frightened him even more was that when he barely opened his eyes, he found that he was actually in the deep sea.

He struggled hard to find a trace of oxygen, but his lungs seemed to be pressed by a huge rock. Every breath became extremely difficult, as if even the air had solidified into a solid and refused to enter his chest.

At this moment, misfortunes never come alone. He found that his hands and feet were tightly entangled by something soft and tough, which was the strange seaweed deep in the sea.

They swayed in the undercurrent like living things, but with a chilling rhythm.

Ryan tried to break free, but the seaweed became tighter and tighter, as if to trap him forever in this dead sea.

What frightened Ryan the most was that he saw the white bones scattered around the seaweed.

The eye sockets of the skeletons were empty, but they seemed to be silently telling the horror and despair of the past.

Ryan realized that these seaweeds had taken countless lives, and he might become the next victim.

Faced with all this, even the experienced Chosen Ones were at a loss, let alone Ryan, who was entering for the first time.

Hell can't start like this. Didn't I play the role of a salvager? Why am I at the bottom of the sea!

Should I salve others, or should others salve me!

In the past, Ryan would perform a water prison escape, but that water prison was a prop. This was an endless deep sea, and he had no way out at all.

With the exhalation of his last breath, Ryan began to suffocate.

Fear surged like a tide, he wanted to call for help, but his consciousness was constantly blurring.

Is he going to die at the beginning? I should not have come this time if I had known!

It's not a pity for me to die, but the Nordic Snow Country is going to die!

Just when Ryan was desperate, a powerful force suddenly pulled him out of his dream. He fell off the bed and his body trembled violently due to shock.

Ryan opened his eyes and looked around. Through the observation of the faint light coming from the window, he determined that he was in a dark and unfamiliar cabin.

At this moment, Ryan was sweating profusely and soaked all over, as if he had really escaped from the deep sea.

Beads of sweat kept dripping from the ends of his hair and dripping on the cold floor, making a crisp sound.

He gasped and tried to calm his pounding heart, but the weird dream was like an indelible shadow, deeply imprinted in his heart.

Almost thought he was dead, but it turned out to be a dream?

But this dream was so real that it made Ryan feel like he was there.

As a rookie chosen one, he began to think randomly in his mind. Could this dream foreshadow his own ending?

Just as Ryan was thinking, the swaying of the ship made him feel something in his stomach rolling violently and rushing straight into his throat.

There was a strong fishy smell all around, as if rotten fish were breathing at the tip of his nose, and the stench made him a little suffocated.

He raised his hand that had just touched the floor and was about to cover his nose with his hand, when he saw a sticky liquid attached to it, and a feeling of nausea instantly surged into his heart.

Just as he was about to find something to wipe his hands, his heart suddenly began to beat wildly, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

There were still very terrifying creatures approaching, which was an instinctive fear of the body.

Before he could make a careful judgment, a violent collision made the hull shake more, and Ryan was knocked back by the impact force and flew out, hitting the wall hard before stopping.

At this moment, he was already bleeding from his head, and his stomach was churning even more.

As a magician, Ryan was also in good physical condition.

Many of the Chosen Ones with poor physical fitness vomited on the spot, vomiting all over themselves.

After a long time, the aftershocks of the collision dissipated, and Ryan slowly got up.

If it weren't for the pain in his body and the pungent smell of blood on his head, Ryan would probably still think he was in a dream.

Since he didn't die, it means that this is just the beginning of the world of ghost stories.

This is the way of thinking that several experienced Chosen Ones told him after a day of training in the Pope's Palace.

Recalling what Greco and others said, Ryan began to sort out his thoughts.

His teammate is the famous Pope, and perhaps finding the Pope can solve the current crisis.

In the team-up world of ghost stories, if you have poor abilities, it is a good choice to rely on the natives and teammates appropriately.

This is the experience summed up by everyone in the recent ghost stories.

Ryan feels that the Pope must be many times stronger than himself in terms of ghost story experience and personal combat effectiveness, and it is right to listen to the Pope.

After all, the Pope is one of the most popular teammates among the Chosen Ones participating in the world of ghost stories this time, except Zhang Yangqing.

But the problem came. Ryan looked around and didn't find any trace of the Pope.

It seems that at the beginning of this strange world, he has to find a way to find his teammates, or get in touch with them.

This outrageous start also made the fledgling Ryan a little flustered.

But he knew that staying here would be useless and he had to take action.

As he slowly stood up and looked out the window through the glass window, the details around him gradually appeared.

Under the dark sky in the middle of the night, a salvage ship drifted on the surging waves, and its figure looked particularly strange and deep in the moonlight.

The hull of this ship has a strange structure, as if it is a twisted fusion of ancient and modern technologies. The hull is covered with mottled rust and unknown symbols, revealing a sense of vicissitudes that does not belong to this era.

The window can only see so much. Ryan thought that he was a salvager and this was the starting point. It should be okay to go out and explore, so he bravely walked out of the cabin.

The salvage ship is not as big as a luxury cruise ship. A few steps from here will lead to the deck.

In the center of the hull stands a towering crane tower, with a huge mechanical arm installed on the top of the tower, like a giant hand stretched out, ready to fish out unknown secrets from the deep seabed at any time.

On both sides of the tower, various salvage tools are arranged in a staggered manner, with sharp cutters flashing cold light, as if they can easily tear the darkness of the seabed.

There are complex detectors, flashing a faint blue light, searching for hidden secrets in the dark.

There are also those strange hooks and nets, which hang silently on the deck, waiting for the next prey to arrive.

However, what really makes this ship weird is not its cold mechanical structure, but the crew.

On the deck, several crew members are busy cleaning up the mess caused by the collision. From their expressions, it can be seen that this kind of collision is very common on salvage ships.

Seeing Ryan appear, a crew member with a broken finger took the initiative to come up and greet him.

"You are awake, it seems that this operation is very successful."

Hearing this, Ryan stood there in surprise.

That expression seemed to say: What did you do to my body! ?