Chapter 92: Lost Song of the Deep (19)
The gentle tone of his voice carried an undeniable strength.
The howling wind, with its icy sea water and biting coldness, swept into the room, almost blowing people away.
Qin Mubai's upright figure stood in the rain, his shirt wet, revealing the smooth and solid lines of his back.
In a moment, the storm seemed to have become his companion.
Ye Nianchu stood at the back, waiting to hand over the towel she had just taken out from the room.
"It's too late." Qin Mubai casually wiped his hair.
With the speed of this Ghost Ship, there was no way for the Goni to avoid it.
Even if there were, the sirens on the ship would not let them avoid it.
That's not the worst of it.
The worst part is that the first thing the ship will hit is where they are now.
Ye Nianchu also understood this. "Change your clothes first, then we’ll move positions."
She pushed Qin Mubai into the room.
The storm-tossed Ghost Ship came charging through at suicidal speed.
Once the two ships collided, even if the Goni was of good quality and didn't sink, the sirens would still come up the line.
Who would have thought that a half-man, half-fish siren could drive a boat?
If this skill and speed were captured and used for transportation, it would be incredibly profitable. Capitalists would weep at the sight of it.
The figure of the Ghost Ship was gradually revealed in the darkness of the night.
Even in this noisy environment, the sound of gears turning and chains rattling was eerily clear and chilling.
Others also spotted the old ship in the stormy seas.
Before Ye Nianchu and Qin Mubai left the room, the other three players ran out with their bags in a panic.
The Ghost Ship was coming from the left, and everyone was going in the opposite direction.
There was no order on the cruise ship, and the suddenness of the incident made the scene particularly chaotic, with many people falling and clamoring for help.
Everyone was so preoccupied that no one stopped to help those who had fallen.
Ye Nianchu silently prepared for the worst in her heart.
To everyone's surprise, the Ghost Ship accelerated again as it approached the Goni ship, and in an unimaginable way, went right through it.
The ice-cold breath of a ten-thousand-foot undersea ravine swept in.
In a flash, everyone was shaken.
After a moment of dizziness, the only thing left in the air was the strong smell of seawater.
Where was the Ghost Ship?
It was like a fleeting nightmare.
But along with the Ghost Ship, people had also been taken from the cruise ship.
The Ghost Ship had taken them.
The light revealed the cold, empty surroundings, and the emotions welling up in Qin Mubai’s eyes were cold to the bone.
Unlike the others, he headed straight for the most dangerous deck.
Long legs and wide strides, with a biting hostility.
The siren that had just surfaced seemed to sense the terrifying aura emanating from him, and fear flashed in its green eyes, even making it retreat two steps.
Qin Mubai wrinkled his eyebrows and slammed the siren's neck into the ground, his hand cold and hard.
"Where is that ship?"
The creature understood human speech.
The siren struggled with its eyes wide open, its mouth full of sharp teeth exposed, making a broken, weak sound with difficulty.
The person in front of it was not affected in any way.
The rain fell like a river of silver, the lights shifted, and the deck glistened with rainwater.
The knife in Qin Mubai's hand glowed with a bloodthirsty cold light, but his actions were slow and deliberate, reserved to the extreme. His calm eyes were tinged with a hostility colder than the lightless abyss.