Chapter 93: Lost Song of the Deep (20)
“Vivisection. Not bad.”
He spoke softly and slowly, but his hands did not falter. Rainwater trickled down the blade.
The sharp blade sliced through the greenish skin, a color a bit darker than human blood seeping out. The siren looked horrified, its mouth open in a silent scream as it tried to call for reinforcements.
Dominant in the sea, the siren never expected to become prey to a human.
Choked by Qin Mubai, it could only make faint sounds, enough to alert its kind.
Indifferent, Qin Mubai continued, his knife descending with relentless precision.
In pain and fear, the siren pointed upwards, signaling its kind to come and tear this human apart.
A fierce bloodlust glinted in its green eyes.
Confirming his suspicions, Qin Mubai raised his knife and drove it into the siren's chest.
The melodious voice turned hauntingly poignant.
More sirens appeared on the deck, their ghostly green eyes locked onto him. Clearly, Qin Mubai’s actions had enraged them.
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Moonlight poured through the cracks in the damaged hull, illuminating the cabin, now unrecognizable.
There was no expected rocking of the feet.
It was quiet, with only the soft sound of the waves and her own breathing.
Ye Nianchu tilted her head and looked through the hole above, seeing the ink-blue sky with a half-moon and scattered stars.
There were no storms or rough waves.
The dilapidated cabin and creaking machinery revealed that this was not the Goni but the Ghost Ship.
She wasn’t alone in the large cabin; looking around, she couldn’t find Qin Mubai.
Given her usual luck, it was hard to believe she was the only player brought here.
If that were the case, it would be worth questioning if the game was deliberately targeting her.
From the cabin’s layout, it was clear that this place was designed for storing cargo.
There was only one staircase to get out.
But the staircase was worn and seemed about to collapse, unable to support so many people.
No, it’s not.
Ye Nianchu looked at the rusty walls and floor, her face slightly changing.
The ship is sinking!
Realizing this, she approached the staircase quietly, with several others, including Zhao Qian and Zhong Liang, doing the same.
This Ghost Ship was not only moving fast but also sinking rapidly.
In no time, the sea water began rising, and panicked people turned towards the only staircase.
Ye Nianchu stepped onto the stairs before the crowd surged.
Hundreds rushed up the stairs, with some getting pushed and trampled. The scene was chaotic with wailing and cries.
The staircase joints began to loosen, at risk of falling apart at any moment.