Chapter 91: Ghost Ship on the Atlantic Ocean (6) “This kind of evil spirit’s words…

"Haha..." Aimeric smiled awkwardly, squatted down and put the metal can in his hand on the ground, turned his palm over and it turned into the sword of the vampire family, and carefully reached down from the side of the oil seal.

"My father would definitely kill me if he knew I was using my sword to do this." He murmured to himself in self-mockery. The sword in his hand quickly reached the bottom of the bottle. He then changed his grip on the sword, holding it as close to the bottle wall as possible and turning it around inside, separating the contents of the bottle from the bottle itself.

Then he drew out his sword, threw it aside with some disgust, turned the bottle upside down on the ground, slapped the bottom of the bottle hard with his palm several times, and then while constantly tapping the bottle body, he slowly picked up the upside-down bottle.

With constant shaking, the bottle's contents, thick with fat, were poured out completely. When it was just a few centimeters thick, Si Ling was struck by a thought: pork skin jelly, which also had a layer of grease on top. But after about three minutes, she saw the bottle's true contents and couldn't help but feel a complicated feeling about the idea of ​​"pork skin jelly."

——When Aymeric poured out the contents of the bottle completely, Si Ling saw that the contents evenly distributed in the grease had really become "frozen".

This "jelly" is divided into six layers. Counting from the bottom of the bottle upwards, the first layer is spices. Since it is originally dry ingredients and is sealed by oil, this part is the best preserved, with a thickness of about 3 cm. It even has a fragrance after being poured out.

The second layer was some grains, which were also well preserved. Si Ling could distinguish some wheat grains, beans, and corn kernels, which were evenly mixed together. The thickness was also about 3 cm.

Things started to get weird from the third layer... It was some kind of meat. Si Ling couldn't tell what kind of meat it was at first, but later he saw a head from the side with the feathers removed but the comb still intact, so he guessed that this layer was all chicken pieces.

The fourth layer also contained meat, but there were no obvious parts like the comb or the head. Si Ling could only barely judge by the color that it was some kind of red meat, but the specific type was not clear.

The fifth floor...

It was a complete baby corpse.

In the turbid whitish grease, Si Ling couldn't actually see his entire body. He only saw his sleeping little face on the edge on one side and a little foot on the other side.

She squinted her eyes and looked at him carefully. After a moment of concentration, she made a rough judgment: "He must be born prematurely because of his size."

"..." Aimeric, who had been trying to hold back his retching in order not to embarrass himself, almost knelt down and called him "big boss."

He swallowed hard and looked at Si Ling with a complicated expression: "Premature birth...is this your reaction?"

"If you want to know more details, you have to dig him out of the oil." Si Ling answered calmly. After she finished speaking, she glanced at Aimerick and realized that this was not what he was asking about.

She looked back at Aymeric with the same complex expression, "You vampires at least once lived in a cemetery, right? Are you afraid of corpses?"

"You think this is just a corpse?!" Aimeric asked back, "This is the body of a newborn human, sealed in oil by those same humans as a sacrifice... This isn't a corpse at all!"

"Okay..." Si Ling expressed his understanding of Aymeric's feelings.

Many ghost races consider harming and killing the cubs of one's own kind to be unforgivable sins, and sacrificing the cubs of one's own kind is even more evil.

Si Ling, who had seen a lot of human affairs, was not too surprised by this. Curiously, he asked Aymeric, "How do you know this is a sacrifice? Was this a popular practice in 17th-century Europe?"

"No... Europe in the 17th century didn't like this." Aymeric shook his head and picked up an empty can from the front row from behind him, "But look at this." He suppressed his nausea, put his hand into the bottle mouth, wiped the inner wall of the bottle, and showed his blackened fingers to Si Ling.

It is the ashes left after burning.

Sealing spices, grains, meat, and babies together and then burning them... this seems to be nothing more than a sacrifice, a rather evil one.

Si Ling took a deep breath. The three werewolf brothers arrived at this moment. Fenric was the first to push the door open and yelled, "Sling!!!"

Si Ling turned around, and Fenric quickly stepped forward and stuffed the diary in his hand into hers: "Look at this!"

Si Ling was startled, then casually flipped open the diary. Three hundred years of age and the humidity of the sea had taken their toll on the diary, leaving many pages in disarray. The remaining pages were likely preserved thanks to an unknown force on the ship.

Si Ling casually read a few pages, his expression gradually becoming more serious. Seeing this, Aymeric became a little nervous: "What's wrong?"

Si Ling suppressed his surprise, took a deep breath, and took out the sound transmission note to tell everyone: "Everyone... let's have a meeting on the deck together."

Five minutes later, all the remaining ghosts gathered on the deck and sat on the floor. Si Ling first let the vampires share those terrifying metal cans, then raised the diary in his hand and said, "This is the diary the werewolves found in the first mate's room."

The first mate's name was Chris de Tone. Aymeric said that "de Tone" was a British noble surname. Judging from the initial entries in the diary, he might indeed be from a noble family and joined the ship just for the thrill.

He wrote in his diary on March 21: "Spring is here and the flowers are blooming. It's a good time to set sail! I think floating on the sea is much more interesting than lying in the manor. Captain Frett is a humorous man. I wish us a pleasant trip!"

This should be the day they set sail for Africa.

On April 12, Chris wrote: "Exciting to see Africa in a few weeks."

On April 17th, Chris's words became nervous and his handwriting became messy: "When we docked to resupply, we encountered another merchant ship. They said a new round of plague broke out in Africa. Damn it! I hope we're all safe!"

The next few days were just the trivial daily life of sailing at sea, until June 3, when Chris's diary mentioned words like "Finally reached the shore" and "Perhaps the plague is over now."

On June 7, Chris seemed in a good mood: "Everything went well... We are about to start our return journey! Haha, the scenery here is really nice, but I don't want to come back a second time."

Just three days later, the text turned alarming again: "It appeared! Jeremy and William both fell ill. Could it be the 'white man's grave'? I hope everyone can return home safely!"

June 11: "Three more crew members have fallen ill! The ship's doctor, Elijah, has treated them. The mercury enema is terrifying."

June 12: "Captain Frett ordered the sick crew members to be locked up in the house. Isn't this just leaving them to die? How could he do this? This is so cruel!"

June 13: "William dies."

June 15: "Oh my god... I seem to have discovered Captain Flett's secret."

Just this one sentence.

June 17: "It's confirmed. Fret deliberately drove the ship to the epidemic area! I thought he was trying to get compensation from the insurance company... I've heard of people doing this before, but thinking about what I saw a few days ago, maybe there was another reason."

June 19: "Captain Frater is also ill. He is terrified and begins to talk about regrets..."

June 20: "Perhaps out of fear, he told me everything, hoping that I could save him, but what can I do? Haha, how ironic! He caused all this because he wanted eternal life, but now he is afraid!"

June 28: "More people are falling ill, including many slaves, so many that we have to throw them into the sea."

June 29: "Captain Frett died. I hated him, but hatred is useless now. I have to think about how to survive."

July 1: "People are dying all the time. There are very few healthy people left."

July 3: "The worst news: I'm starting to experience symptoms too."

July 5: "Seeing I'm doomed, I started thinking, maybe I could try to take a chance on that 'immortality' that bastard Frett mentioned?"

July 7: "I tried to communicate with the gods using Fret's method, and luckily, the gods responded to me."

July 8: "We talked at length all night, and those who were still able to move began to prepare for the ceremony. No one knew if it would really work, but we had to try our best..."

"There were 11 pregnant women among the slaves. We removed their fetuses. There were also 6 babies who were bought with their mothers. We brought them here too. We'll go to the shore to buy a few more tomorrow. Hopefully, we'll have enough."

When Si Ling saw this, he felt sick in his heart - it turned out that it was not a premature baby at all, but was forcibly cut out of the mother's womb!

July 10: "After two days of sleepless efforts, preparations are finally complete. The ceremony will begin at midnight. May the great gods bless us and every deceased crew member!"

As Si Ling read this passage, he suppressed the anger and ridicule that was about to burst out in his heart.

——No real god would bless such villains. If the ritual works, they can only have made a deal with the devil.

——He had the nerve to say "bless every deceased crew member", but when he wrote this line, he obviously did not consider the slave mothers who did not have to die.

The last page of the diary was dated July 12, when Chris de Tone wrote: "Appeared! The great God appeared and generously and mercifully assisted us!"

"Sing praises to the great God!"

"Praise the great Moloch!"

After this, not a single word appeared in the diary. Judging from what happened later, they should have completed the transaction with Moloch on this day.

"So, this means..." Bai Ma shuddered, "The crew sacrificed themselves, made a deal with this evil god called Moloch, and gained eternal life?"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple," said Aymeric. "I think they also sacrificed all the black slaves."

"And they probably didn't get any 'eternal life'." Si Ling chuckled and closed the diary. "How can I believe the words of such evil spirits?"

Aymeric didn't quite agree with this. He shook his head and said, "Evil spirits are often serious about deals. I think they really did make a deal... it just might not be in line with their original idea."