Chapter 91: Lost Song of the Deep (18)
Food is plentiful, but medicines are scarce. With so many people passing through, the inner rooms have become crowded. To live more comfortably, you either have to join the gang or trade valuables with Gao Jiang's men.
Expensive jewelry and watches can be exchanged for a private room or to avoid being assigned to a nightly patrol.
For those with nothing, they end up sleeping in the corridors and being given the most exhausting and dangerous jobs.
This situation will only get worse.
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Game Day Fifteen
Ye Nianchu sat on the sofa, studying the conch in her hand. She had listened to it repeatedly over the past few days but had heard no unusual sounds.
Suddenly, a dull crash sounded outside the door, and Ye Nianchu and Qin Mubai both looked over at the same time.
Weapons in hand, they went to open the door. As Qin Mubai turned the handle and pulled open the door, a figure stumbled in and fell to the ground, face down. The two companions behind her froze momentarily.
As they reached out to help, a wave crashed over, shaking the cruise ship and sending the two companions crashing into the wall.
Ye Nianchu put her weapon away and bent down to help the fallen figure.
"Why are you opening the door?" Zhao Qian said, pushing Ye Nianchu's hand away, rubbing her forehead, and standing up by the door. She glared at Ye Nianchu, "If you hadn't opened the door suddenly, I wouldn't have fallen."
Ye Nianchu simply pulled the corner of her mouth and thought nothing of it.
Meanwhile, Qin Mubai threw his knife with precision.
Zhao Qian, seeing the knife blade dangerously close to her, gasped and couldn’t say a word. Even if she was slow, she could sense the murderous intent. Any closer, and she would have lost her fingers.
"My room door, I can open it whenever I want," Ye Nianchu said calmly. "Get out of the way."
Zhao Qian instinctively stepped back, and the door closed with a bang, almost hitting the tip of her nose. She was furious but dared not knock on the door to argue, so she stood there gritting her teeth.
"Don't make a scene. They might be players," Xue Cai said, shaking his head.
He hadn’t moved to the inside guest room and still carried a knife with him. "Even if they are players, they might not be at B-level. The other side won’t cooperate with players below B."
Zhao Qian felt much better hearing this.
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After nightfall, the winds howled and an unprecedented storm shook the entire sea, covering the world with a curtain of water.
Waves surged more than ten meters high, and no one dared to close their eyes to sleep.
In such weather, visibility was obstructed, and accidents were likely.
Ye Nianchu curled up on the sofa, looking out through the balcony.
In the distance, something moved on the sea surface, with green spots of light on it.
The object moved incredibly fast.
She picked up the telescope and stared for a long time before finally making out what it was.
Chills ran down her spine.
It was a ship, broken beyond repair.
Such a ship, even if it were still functional, would have been destroyed by the harsh conditions. Yet it approached the Gurney steadily, unaffected by the storm.
This was a ghost ship.
The green dots of light on the ship were the eyes of sirens.
Her expression became hard to describe. "Sirens actually drive boats? I'm impressed."
Qin Mubai took the telescope from Ye Nianchu and walked towards the balcony. As she stood up to follow, she was stopped.
"It's pouring outside; don’t go out," he said.