Shi Qing trembled in Eric's hands: "Is that the aura of a king?"

Eric, with ram's horns on his head, turned slightly to avoid the dust kicked up by his wings and whispered comfortingly, "Don't worry about it."

Eric, his face stung by the cold wind, stepped forward indifferently, grabbed her wing root like a chick, and forcibly pressed it back down.

"The pollution level is so bad that you can't even fly, miss, stop fluttering, we've got a job."

Gu Li reluctantly withdrew his phone and followed his gaze to the port, where a medium-sized cargo ship gradually entered the harbor.

As the three approached the dock, Gu Li realized something was wrong: there was no one on the ship!

Through the glass of the driver's cab, it was completely empty, and there was even some moss or dried seaweed clinging to the steering wheel.

Gu Li thought to himself, "Wow!" This ghost ship really does fit the characteristics of the alien city.

She looked at Eric with some eagerness: "What should we do? Should I go up and take a look first?"

A rubbery sheep hoof blocked her way. Eric placed Shi Qing in her hand, his deep voice somewhat solemn.

"No, you all stay here and don't move."

As soon as he finished speaking, the cargo ship in front of him began to tremble strangely, and strange, sticky sounds came from the containers on the ship.

The aliens who had gathered at the dock spread out in unison, with Eric standing at the forefront, and Gu Li holding his breath.

Eric, the Goat's Hoof Man, is nearly two meters tall. Facing the turbulent sea, his trench coat flutters in the wind, making him look quite dashing.

With a serious expression, he took something out of his clothes and placed it in front of his head.

The deep, soothing sound, like a lullaby, was amplified countless times by the loudspeaker, echoing along the coastline, and all the restlessness began to subside.

Gu Li looked at the large red and white plastic megaphone in front of him: Huh?