Chapter 95: Lost Song of the Deep (22)
Zhong Liang approached cautiously, but before he could say anything, the sharp tip of the knife stopped in front of him. It was still stained with blood, mixed with rainwater dripping to the ground, with the siren's body fallen aside.
"Miss Ye, don't be alarmed. I'm not a siren," he said.
Ye Nianchu looked at him as if he were a fool. If it were a siren, she would have acted sooner.
"You're a high-level player, right?" Zhong Liang asked nervously, looking around. "Sister, what should we do now?"
He thought he was doomed but realized there was a high-level player here. There's no such thing as a dead-end path if you follow high-level players.
"No, just a new player," Ye Nianchu replied.
As she spoke, she leaned back to avoid an attack and swiftly slashed the siren's neck with her knife. Crimson blood spurted, and the siren staggered back a few steps. Still not dead, she frowned and pulled out her gun to finish off the siren.
Zhong Liang was stunned. Can a new player defeat a boss like this? He hadn't even seen her change the bullets.
The sirens suddenly stopped attacking, but the people on the deck, who had nowhere to hide, didn't stop. Some, driven mad, pushed those around them into the sea.
These frenzied people had all attended a dance party a few days ago.
The sirens' icy gazes were all fixed on Ye Nianchu, and their numbers increased. In less than ten minutes, the ship would sink completely. Once in the sea, Ye Nianchu would be no match for the sirens.
"Life is your own, stand and wait to die, or resist, it's your choice," Ye Nianchu said to the sirens.
"But just a word to the wise, you'd better stay away from me."
Zhong Liang, holding his weapon tightly, didn't understand her latter comment at first. Was she saying she didn't want him to get in the way?
Before he could think more, all the sirens surged towards Ye Nianchu, and most of them were targeting her. Zhong Liang, standing close, was almost caught by the sirens and had to roll on the ground two or three times to escape the danger.
Watching Ye Nianchu being overwhelmed by the sirens, he finally understood why she warned him. He wanted to help, but his skills were inadequate and might just hinder her.
The ice-cold raindrops continued to fall from the dark blue sky, rapidly cooling the air, while the once calm sea now churned with waves as if stirred by invisible hands.
Ye Nianchu stood amid the storm, raindrops on her face, and her scarf flapping in the wind. Her movements were fierce and swift, cutting through the rain and wind.
The crimson blood was diluted by the rain and eventually flowed into the sea.
On the other side, on the Goni, the deck was similar but with different weather and a greater number of sirens. Qin Mubai drew his bloodied knife, with his white cuffs stained with crimson blood.
The last standing siren on the deck collapsed, surrounded by the corpses of other sirens. Rainwater flowed down his face, and his wet black hair concealed the coldness in his eyes.
Lightning illuminated the dark sea, and the waves roared as if a thousand horses were charging, drowning out the cries and chaos on the cruise ship.
Qin Mubai walked towards the edge of the deck, seemingly oblivious to the giant waves approaching. Not only did he not avoid them, but he also faced them head-on. Without any hint of hesitation, he climbed over the railing and fell into the dark, cold depths of the sea.