Chapter 545 Whispers of the Ghost Ship

• The injured man's eyes fixed on the herbs in his hand. He turned it over, examining it with curiosity. "This herb... why does it look exactly like the one from the ghost ship?"
• He brought it closer to his nose and sniffed. That scent—it was unmistakable.
• His mind wandered back to that strange day. He remembered helping unload supplies from the ghost ship, accidentally tearing one of the bags and spilling its contents all over the deck. Cleaning up had been a hassle, but the scent and the way the herbs were cut stuck with him.