Chapter 9 Pirate Ship 8 I want to find someone who is having fun...

An Rao turned around and saw that the person coming was Baichuan.

"There will be punishment for running away from work," An Rao said with a smile.

Baichuan shrugged: "At worst, I can go back and clean the ornaments."

Pais only dared to use his cowardly method of punishing people to clean ornaments to kill others with a borrowed knife, which had become an unspoken joke between An Rao and Bai Chuan.

"This large room on the second deck is sealed very tightly," An Rao knocked on the brass lock on the door, "I haven't seen the captain's room yet. He can't sleep in the air with a rope tied to his neck every night."

Baichuan nodded seriously and said, "Look for it. If he can't find it in the captain's room, it means there is something on the ship that he needs to avoid. It might be the real boss."

"You are the real desperado. I had to work hard to find a legitimate reason for myself to wander around." Although Baichuan looked cold and fierce and didn't look like a good person, An Rao did not expect that he would leave his post.

"I want to leave here as soon as possible." Baichuan touched the shark gills on his cheek.

"Oh." Nonsense, who wouldn't want that.

"I'm looking for someone. That person is in the amusement park." Baichuan seemed to be thinking of something not so good, and his sharp eyebrows began to ripple.

Before An Rao could ask any questions, he was distracted by the sound of someone eating voraciously.

The two of them immediately fell silent and moved silently towards the source of the sound.

The sound came from the back kitchen of the restaurant. Through the half-open door, An Rao saw the ugly and dirty cook huddled in a corner, holding a half-rotten fish and devouring it voraciously. The grayish fish meat that had turned gray due to decay kept falling from the fish bones to the ground, and was immediately picked up and stuffed back into her mouth by the cook. She looked greedy and focused, as if she had been hungry for thousands of years, and she didn't even let go of the dull, dead white fish scales.

"Who?!" The cook shouted vigilantly when she sensed someone approaching.

"It's me, my kind and good wife!" The young man who had been bullied before jumped out of the door. He was actually very tall, but he looked small because he was too thin. And because he looked more delicate and beautiful than a woman, it was not surprising that the rough men bullied him. But, how could a man like him look better than a woman? Why? Why is everyone in this world better looking than him!

"It's you." The cook smiled hypocritically, revealing a mouthful of black teeth that were rotten to the roots. Her thick lips opened and closed as she spoke, emitting a disgusting stench of rotten fish.

"Yes, ma'am, it seems you really like seafood!" An Rao showed a smile as innocent as a lamb, and without blushing or beating his heart, he complimented the rotten fish in the cook's hand as seafood.

"What do you want here?" the cook asked, trying to be as friendly as possible.

"Well," An Rao nodded vigorously, naively handed the broom in his hand to the cook, and said in a dilemma, "My broom is broken, and the captain asked me to find a new broom, but I don't know where to find it..."

"Oh, a broom..." A malicious flash passed through the cook's gray-green eyes. "Brooms and other sundries are placed in the bottom cabin. They are easy to find. You can see them as soon as you go down."

"The bottom cabin?" An Rao tilted his head and repeated in confusion. It was obvious that he had never heard of the bottom cabin.

"Just go down the stairs next to the restaurant. Food, wine and a lot of sundries are stored in the lower cabin. You'll definitely find it if you look for it." The cook's face began to reveal an expression of gloating that she could hardly control.

"Okay, thank you! I'll go find her right away. You're really the kindest lady I've ever met!" An Rao pretended not to understand the expression on her face and thanked her sincerely.

The cook looked at the young man's back as he happily ran away like a bird and sneered viciously, "Broom? I think you are a bitch who will go there but not come back."

"Did you see that?" An Rao said, walking around to where the cook couldn't see her. "She looked like she couldn't wait to see the show."

"Well, since there are so many foods stored in the bottom cabin, why does the kitchen only feed everyone rotten fish every day? If it is to cut food rations, why does she only eat rotten fish herself?" Bai Chuan said in a calm voice, "There is only one reason, she can't go to the bottom cabin, and I guess she doesn't dare to go there."

Not only that, An Rao kept pondering the cook's expression in his mind. That kind of gloating expression that seemed to be nice to you on the surface but actually had betrayed you and wished you would die right now, An Rao was too familiar with it.

An Rao thought of his roommate in college. He was the first person who showed him kindness after he finally crawled out of the suffocating quagmire. He cherished this precious friendship that he had never had before, until one day he accidentally heard his roommate say, "An Rao? Oh, if he wasn't good-looking and good at studying, why would I hang out with that poor guy?"

The feeling of being stabbed in the back and falling into an icy cave made An Rao feel cold all over. He walked away quietly, recalling frame by frame every expression of his roommate when he was together. Most of the time, it was like the cook's expression, with poisonous ill intentions underneath her hypocritical smile.

This familiar disgusting expression made An Rao's rebellious nature suddenly explode, just as he later exposed his roommate's hypocritical evil deeds one by one.

"Since the two NPCs on the ship are so afraid of this ship, I must go and see what good things are hidden in the place they dare not go to." An Rao began to feel slightly excited.

Baichuan nodded. He had been on the ship for two days but still hadn't received any information about leaving. Seeing that the alienation was getting worse and worse, he knew that even if he did nothing, he would end up dead. Now he finally found a clue, and he had to give it a try no matter how dangerous it was.

"Be careful, she looks like she wants you to die." Baichuan reminded, his light amber eyes looking serious.

"Oh."

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The stairs leading to the lower cabin were clearly right next to the dining room, but strangely they had never noticed this place before.

The staircase was wide open, and it was pitch black below, even the light was swallowed up, like a monster with a big mouth, silently waiting to swallow up the prey that was delivered to the door.

Baichuan took out a flint from his body, lit a kerosene lamp, and was the first to step onto the stairs.

"Creaky..." The stairs made a sound of disrepair, and the thick darkness in the bottom cabin was stirred.

The dim light due to impure oil could only illuminate a small section of the wooden stairs. After waiting for a while, Baichuan gestured to An Rao with his hand: It's safe, follow me.

A damp, stale and musty smell hit An Rao in the face, and he used up almost all of his endurance to not cough.

The bottom hold was indeed as the cook had said, piled with grains, nuts, pickled meats, tea, moldy dried vegetables and fruits, and barrels of wine. These supplies, which seemed extremely precious during the voyage, were not enjoyed by the crew, but were left in the damp and dark bottom hold to rot.

The disgusting smell of corruption in the air was as thick as gelatin, wrapping people tightly and making it almost impossible to breathe. An Rao and Baichuan moved carefully in the bottom cabin, trying not to make any noise.

Something that can make NPCs so afraid and taboo, even if it is not a game boss, cannot be a good thing.

On the floor of the cabin, there were more brown stains like those on the second deck, one after another, spreading endlessly into the depths. Baichuan raised the lamp in his hand. What was different from the second deck was that in addition to the knife and gun marks and blood splatter marks, there were also strange symbols painted with unknown materials. In the middle of the scarlet hexagram was engraved a cold eye, staring at the void.

In the darkness that Anrao and Baichuan could not see, thick black fog was rolling silently. They smelled the fresh breath of humans, and anxiously and hungrily tried to touch and tear the two humans in front of them with their hands made of fog.

"Wait, what is this?" After walking for an unknown amount of time, An Rao caught a glimpse of a strange thing on the ground out of the corner of his eye and quickly grabbed Bai Chuan.

There was a dark silver ring on the old brown wooden floor, which exuded a dark and ominous atmosphere under the flickering dim orange light of the kerosene lamp.

An Rao and Bai Chuan approached carefully. This was a hollow ring with deep darkness in the center. It was more like a well. The shape of the black well mouth was very strange. There was a deer-head scepter and a poisonous snake connected back to back. The deer head on the top of the scepter was blindfolded, while the poisonous snake had its eyes open and was spitting out its tongue.

Thanks to his job as a cleaner, these two days of work had allowed An Rao to form a complete map of the ship in his mind. The map showed that the well happened to be located right in the center of the entire ship.

But why is there a well on such a normal ship?

An Rao looked up at Bai Chuan in confusion, and Bai Chuan also frowned at this moment. The presence of a well in the boat was not only completely unreasonable, but also revealed an evil and weird feeling.

However, it was the ignorant seventeenth century after all, so it might be related to some religious rituals.

An Rao took the kerosene lamp from Bai Chuan's hand, stood up and prepared to continue walking inside, but when he turned around and took a step, he almost bumped into a pale ghost face, an expressionless pale face with only eye holes left.

"Ah!" An Rao was so frightened suddenly that he screamed out.

It was the face of a white girl. Her eyes had been gouged out, leaving only two empty black holes, staring straight at An Rao in the dim, flickering light of the kerosene lamp.

"Tick, tick..." Black, red, and rotten pus and blood kept flowing out of the empty eye sockets and dripping onto the floor.

"Who are you?!" The pale face spoke, his voice hoarse and rough, as if his throat had been burned by sulfuric acid, "Why did that bitch send you here?!"

Bitch? The ugly, malicious face of the cook flashed before An Rao's eyes.

“You are a bunch of filthy maggots!” The pale and rotten face began to twist in anger, and black and red pus and blood with maggots kept pouring out of the eye sockets and the corners of the mouth. “You are the one who killed the princess! I will kill you!”

"Run!" Baichuan pulled An Rao and immediately ran in the opposite direction. The black fog around them surged and rolled even more violently, but it was suppressed by something and they could only cry and struggle silently in vain.

An Rao and Bai Chuan ran forward desperately. Fortunately, the entire bottom cabin was a large warehouse with no forks or compartments. Not long after running, they saw the faint light emanating from the stairs where they had come down before.

Almost there!

But even though they had been running for so long, the distance between them and the stairs didn't shorten at all!

An Rao looked back, but was frightened by what he saw. He saw countless black tentacles surging behind the pale and terrifying ghost face. The fine suction cups were covered with mucus, and the pale face moved quickly, making a "sizzling" sound.

As he got closer, a terrifying smile appeared on his pale face, and the four tentacles under his body immediately reached out towards An Rao and Baichuan.

!

Faster! Run faster! However, An Rao found that the black wellhead he had just passed by appeared in front of him again.

"It's a ghost wall." Bai Chuan noticed that An Rao's speed began to slow down, and immediately held An Rao's waist steadily, "Don't stop!"

But... I was really tired. An Rao felt like his throat was on fire, and the lungs in his chest were struggling to survive like two broken old bellows. His pace began to slow down involuntarily.

"Plop." An Rao's head barely avoided the tip of the tentacle, but a ball of mucus dripped from the tentacle onto An Rao's back. An Rao suddenly felt his body becoming heavier, and a strange feeling of numbness quickly spread from his skin wet with mucus.

Shit, this monster's slime is poisonous!