Chapter 24 In a fit of anger, he simply took the key from the supermarket—…

Pirates had a tacit agreement that all the looted treasure was managed by the captain, and then distributed according to rank and contribution after landing.

Therefore, the props they want must be in the captain's cabin.

However, without the key, they couldn't open the captain's cabin door.

Fang Zhiyi didn't try to force it open, even though the door looked like it was about to collapse. After all, this was a data-driven game, and since it indicated that a key was needed, the rules were there, and no matter how he tried to find loopholes, he couldn't get in.

Fang said, "Let's find the key first."

The captain naturally keeps the key to the captain's cabin.

But this pirate ship has been sunk for a long time, so where can we find the captain?

Fang Zhiyi, holding onto the decaying mast, searched the deck. The deck was cracked and covered with slippery algae; each step on it made a creaking sound.

"Caw caw!" The parrot spread its wings, signaling to follow its lead.

Fang Zhiyi looked up.

The parrot circled the mast once and landed on the other side of the captain's cabin, urging them to come over.

Parrots were once the pets of pirate captains.

There's some connection between the captain's belongings, and it seems the parrot has found the key to the captain's cabin.

Fang Zhiyi walked around the pile of wooden barrels and boxes and saw a downward entrance on the back.

The entrance was bottomless, and a cold, damp wind blew in from below.

Fang Zhiyi peered inside; the stairs led down in a dark, impenetrable pit. He took two steps in and then came back out.

Chu Zhao: "I have a torch, I'll go down and take a look."

Fang Zhiyi thought for a moment and said, "Going together might be dangerous down there."

Chu Zhao did not refuse and took the torch and walked ahead. The steps leading down were narrow and steep, and the walls were wet, with puddles of water stains.

Sizzle—

A gust of cold wind blew in, extinguishing the torches. In an instant, the corridor was shrouded in thick darkness, so quiet that one could hear each other's breathing.

However, it only lasted for a short while.

Chu Zhao took out another torch. The fresh flame flickered and rekindled the light.

After taking two more steps, the torch went out with a hiss.

Chu Zhao tried several more times, and without exception, the torches went out after only a short time.

It seemed that danger was approaching silently in the darkness.

whoosh—

A cold wind blew from behind, making the back of my neck feel cold.

Looking back, I couldn't see anything in the darkness, but my stamina had clearly dropped by one bar.

You have been attacked by an unknown entity.

[Stamina-20]

Spending too much time in the dark can have negative consequences.

Heart palpitations, hesitation, dampness.

But when they took out the torch again, they couldn't light it.

A torch that has lost its light

Rather than saying it couldn't be lit, it's more accurate to say the flame was consumed by something.

Fang Zhiyi: "This is never going to end—"

In a fit of anger, he simply took it out of the supermarket—

[A Fresh Food Supermarket Lv.2 (Bound)]

[Today's pickup count: 3/5]

He took out a flashlight.

It's the upgraded version with higher wattage. As soon as you turn it on, a straight beam of light instantly illuminates the entire staircase.

hehe.

A torch can be blown out, but can a flashlight be blown out?

Fang Zhiyi held the flashlight and shone it behind him. In the blinding, scorching light, a mournful scream seemed to come from the darkness, which then turned into a wisp of black smoke and melted into the beam of light.

Fang Zhiyi handed the flashlight to Chu Zhao, who was walking ahead, and gestured with his eyes to continue walking.

Chu Zhao understood immediately and didn't ask where the flashlight came from, continuing to walk steadily down the path.

Halfway up, the steps below were submerged by seawater.

There was a large hole in the bottom of the cabin, and half of the ship was submerged in the seawater. Boxes, barrels and other miscellaneous items floated on the water, gently swaying with the waves.

Shining a flashlight on them startled several small fish, causing them to dart about and splash.

The two were blocked by the sea.

In the world of ocean survival, players are eliminated if they remain submerged for more than 5 seconds. Although the water in front of them isn't deep, no one dares to try and risk being eliminated.

Fang said, "I have props for going into the water. You can provide the lighting."

The diving suit is immune to the rule of being eliminated by falling into the water and can be used to explore the sea, but only for a short time; you must return within 5 minutes.

Fang Zhiyi changed into a diving suit and carefully walked down the wall, holding onto the support.

The seawater was icy cold; the moment I touched it, I couldn't help but gasp.

He took a step and landed firmly on the floor.

The water in the cabin reached my thighs, and I could clearly feel the resistance from the seawater. I reached out and grabbed a wooden crate floating in front of me, pulling it to my feet.

When I opened the box, it was empty.

I searched through a few more, but all I found were trash.

[2 pieces of pickled meat soaking in water] [1 moldy, smelly boot] [1 broken cup]

Fang's meaning: ...

Nobody wants these things; keeping them only wastes backpack space.

Without even glancing at the box, he looked directly at the next one, and before he knew it, he had arrived at the center of the cabin. There floated a large box there, its seal intact, and the contents inside were not wet from the seawater.

Fang Zhiyi's eyes lit up, and he reached out to open the box, when suddenly something unexpected happened. A bright light flashed past from behind the box.

Before he could even see what it was, Fang Zhiyi instinctively pushed the box away, and it rolled to the side.

Clang!

He only heard the sound of a sharp weapon striking the box.

Chu Zhao turned the flashlight, and a beam of light fell, leaving the other party nowhere to hide.

Pirate Ghost

A ghost dressed as a pirate appeared in the light. He was soaking wet, his hair was matted, and below it was a withered, pale face. He seemed to be startled by the flashlight beam, making indistinct noises and flailing his arm, which had been replaced by a scimitar.

Chu Zhao: "Watch out!"

Fang Zhiyi climbed out of the sea and his gaze fell on the ghost's waist, where a bronze key was hanging.

The key to the captain's cabin

I glanced at the time on my wetsuit.

【00:02:36】

Time is of the essence, there's no time to explain!

Fang Zhiyi picked up the box that had floated to her side and slammed it down hard.

The wooden crate crashed into the scimitar and was instantly cleaved into pieces. The pirate ghost shifted its target, and two clusters of green will-o'-the-wisps ignited in its empty eyes.

Fang Zhiyi looked at him, and then... made a friendly greeting gesture.

Regardless of language barriers or racial differences, the meaning of raising the middle finger is simple and clear.

Even the already dead ghost pirates were enraged, charging forward with a howl.

"Kill! Kill!"

Fang Zhiyi bent down, nimbly dodging the curved blade, picked up something nearby and smashed it hard, splashing water everywhere and blocking the ghost pirate's view.

At the critical moment, he lunged forward, grabbed the key hanging from the ghost captain's waist, rolled to the side, and turned and ran without hesitation.

"Ah, ah!"

Behind him came the ghost captain's furious roar.

"Damn it, thief! Kill him! Kill him!"

Water splashed up.

Fang Zhiyi mustered all her strength and rushed towards the stairs.

Unexpectedly, the ghost pirate was also very fast; I could catch a glimpse of his waving scimitar out of the corner of my eye.

Fang Zhiyi felt a numbness in the back of her neck. She used all her strength to run through the floodwater, not caring about anything else, her eyes only on the approaching stairs.

One step, two steps...

The ghost pirate raised his scimitar high, a cold light flashing from the blade, ready to cleave down.

Fang Zhiyi darted up the stairs and grabbed the hand reaching out from above.

A force pulled him up three or four steps in one breath, the curved blade almost grazing his scalp, feeling a chill.

Fang Zhiyi lunged forward, his final sprint ending, his strength completely depleted, panting heavily.

Without a word, Chu Zhao made a decisive move, grabbing the person and running upwards at breakneck speed.

The ghost pirates caught up, their steps heavy, relentlessly following behind.

Will-o'-the-wisps flickered in the dimly lit stairwell. Eerie, glowing green, they stared menacingly at the two figures.

"roar--"

The ghost pirate's face was contorted and grotesque.

The dilapidated staircase began to shake and collapse section by section. A flash of light appeared on the ceiling, and a scimitar descended from the sky, crashing down with a crackling sound.

As the curved blade whizzed past his heels, Fang Zhiyi felt like a little mermaid dancing on the tip of a knife, each step burning with pain.

But he dared not stop for a moment and could only rush forward.

Finally, a faint light appeared ahead, and the exit was within reach.

A note from the author:

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