Chapter 104: Lost Song of the Deep (31)
The cargo hold was now only occupied by Ye Nianchu, Qin Mubai, and a few unfortunate sirens.
Ye Nianchu fired several shots at the ceiling. The iron blocks, weakened by seawater over time, cracked and fell away, creating a large hole big enough for dozens of people to pass through.
This was part of the plan for the sirens. They wouldn’t be foolish enough to jump in right away; they would wait until the cargo hold became a more favorable environment.
The right moment to act would be when the sea began to rise.
Gasoline, with its low ignition point and tendency to float on water, would burn easily. Fire and high temperatures are deadly to sirens, so it wouldn’t take long to achieve their goal.
Ye Nianchu glanced at a siren on the ground, gasping its last breaths and desperately calling for others. She continued to pour gasoline over the area.
The sounds made by the siren were far from pleasant.
The Ghost Ship began to sink. The sound of hurried footsteps came from the iron staircase, as if someone was racing for their life.
Ye Nianchu and Qin Mubai retreated into the shadows, waiting.
Whatever was coming down could not interfere with their plan.
Meanwhile, Zhong Liang was having a rough time. For the third time, he was being taken away. On the deck, a multitude of sirens had appeared—at least a few hundred by a rough count.
He could only run down and figure out a solution later. "Holy crap, are the sirens gathering for a feast?"
No sooner had he spoken than a gun was pointed at his head.
The faint smell of smoke and gasoline filled his nostrils. Zhong Liang quickly raised his hands, almost getting shot by the two big shot who mistook him for a siren.
"Sorry, I'll get right out of here."
He tried to move up the stairs, finding the two of them even scarier than the sirens.
"Don’t move unless you’re told to," Ye Nianchu said coldly. "Take another step back and I’ll shoot."
With only one staircase to exit, it would be very troublesome if someone ran up and damaged it.
Qin Mubai lazily lifted his gaze. The moonlight peeking through the clouds reflected off the weapon in his hand.
Zhong Liang looked at the two of them, feeling a chill run down his spine. "You two, don’t worry. I’m definitely not moving!"
"What’s the situation above?" Ye Nianchu asked.
"Just sirens, not a single person." Zhong Liang had initially thought he was the only one taken aboard the Ghost Ship today and planned to wait for the waves to come so he could swim back.
Having props made him quite confident and not worried at all.
But what he hadn’t expected was that, instead of waves, sirens were arriving.
Bang—
A siren fell through the hole in the top of the cargo hold, followed by more sirens pouring in, even up the stairs.
Too many sirens on the stairs would overload it.
The two had already planned for this scenario, with one guarding each side.
This strategy tested their mutual trust, especially the one who went up the stairs first to block the sirens.
Remaining in the cargo hold meant facing greater danger and pressure.
According to the plan, Ye Nianchu went up the stairs, found a stable spot, and secured a rope. This way, even if the stairs collapsed, Qin Mubai could still get up.
Zhong Liang was more worried about himself than about the actions of the two.
From the moment Ye Nianchu went up, or rather, from the moment she turned around, Qin Mubai’s demeanor changed.
Later, he lifted his leg and kicked down several sirens behind him.
Zhong Liang tried to minimize his presence, obeying the big men’s orders. If he didn’t want to die in this round, he better not cause any trouble, or his fate might not be much better than the sirens'.
Ye Nianchu ascended the stairs, saw a few sirens pushing their way in, shot the two at the front, and then stepped forward to guard the entrance.
She became a target for some of the sirens, but it didn’t last long.