Chapter 89 Ghost Ship on the Atlantic Ocean (4) “You are finished!…
The ghost students on the deck were so excited when they saw Si Ling and Xuan Chi appear.
The vampires disengaged from the fight in an orderly manner. Elizabeth grabbed hold of Fredis, who was trying to pounce on the ghost once more. Fenric seized the opportunity and kicked away the opponent who kept pulling at his tail, baring his fangs and pretending to be powerful: "You're finished!"
"Wa ...
"No problem." Xuan Chi said as he flew forward, and with a shake of the long spear in his hand, he eliminated all ghosts at a distance of several meters.
Si Ling cast a spell on the spot, holding her two swords suspended in midair. One became two, two became three. With a flick of her finger, six silver blades shot out, charging straight at the ghost.
Flutter, flutter, flutter——
Every ghost almost dissipated the moment it was touched by the sharp blade. Si Ling moved his thin lips and silently recited a spell. The sharp blade instantly turned and attacked the next target.
In less than half a minute, over eighty crew members were slaughtered, and the deck quickly fell silent. At the last second, six daggers flew towards the cockpit. The captain, with his full beard and tricorne hat, took the helm, a silver light piercing the glass and striking his face.
Swish——
The moment the silver blade pierced his body, the captain disintegrated into countless tiny dust particles like a weathered clay sculpture, and was blown away before he could even shout.
"Wow!!!" Warm cheers and applause erupted outside the cabin. Xuan Chi landed firmly on the ground and looked at Si Ling: "Is it over?"
Si Ling smiled and said, "The straight ball mission is quite exciting."
After she finished speaking, she walked towards the stairs, intending to talk to the skeleton monsters again.
Although the stairs were located below the deck, at least the few skeleton monsters at the top could see the fight just now. She thought that they should be able to calm down after seeing the crew who had exploited them for three hundred years being wiped out.
If they would listen to her explanation, she could remove the barrier and let them board the ship to the African paradise, and the mission would be over.
She then looked at her classmates at Ghost Academy and asked, "Does anyone speak an African language? Any language will do."
The students looked at each other in silence.
All right……
Si Ling shook his head and walked to the stairs. He looked at the squeaking skeleton monsters below through the thin film of the protective barrier and asked them in clear English, "Does anyone speak English?"
"...Si Ling." Xuan Chi suddenly touched her shoulder. She noticed the subtle stiffness in his tone and turned around to follow the sound. The first thing she saw was the ugly faces of her classmates who were nearby. Then her eyes moved to the distance...
She saw countless scattered skeletons appearing on the ground at some point in time. The white bones almost covered the entire deck, and the visual effect was terrifying amid the lightning and thunder.
Driven by some unknown force, the bones quickly slid across the deck, pieced together into countless small piles, and then began to float up, as if they had self-awareness to find a suitable position, and finally pieced together into a complete skeleton.
With a bang, the cab was kicked open, and a tall, burly skeleton walked out. He was wearing a captain's uniform, a beard, and a tricorn hat, and he shouted in a clear and melodious Japanese accent: "Kill them all!"
The skeletons immediately rushed towards the students, shouting, and the ghosts immediately fought back, and the deck fell into chaos again.
Si Ling had no choice but to raise her sword once more. She leaped to his side, where a skeleton was trying to sneak up on him from behind, but she kicked it away. The skeleton regained its footing and attacked again. Si Ling leaned forward and swept across, knocking the skeleton to the ground. She looked closely and saw the halberd swooping down from the air, sending a skull tumbling out.
Another skeleton howled and pounced, and after a run-up, suddenly jumped up and leaped towards Si Ling who was about to stand up.
...halfway through the jump, Xuan Chi raised his hand and grasped his collar steadily and accurately. The 1.7-meter-tall skeleton was lifted off the ground by the nearly 2-meter-tall Xuan Chi. Si Ling slashed his sword horizontally, and another skull rolled out.
This battle also ended quickly. After the battle, everyone retreated to the stern again tacitly.
Si Ling's plan remained unchanged, but the incident just now made her no longer anxious to negotiate with the skeletons under the deck. Instead, she cast another layer of protective spell, then turned her gaze back and stared at the empty deck.
About half a minute later... green shadows appeared in the rain and fog, from blurry to clear, and became the ghost crew of the deck.
Li Qi was stunned: "Unkillable?! A buffet?!"
"..." Zhu Mengwei glanced at her, "Are you thinking of a round-robin match?"
"Oh yes, I get it!" Li Qi gasped, "When will this end?"
Si Ling glanced at Xuan Chi silently, his mind moved slightly, and he ran towards the crew again.
Seeing this, the others stepped forward to fight again, but they saw Si Ling run a few steps and suddenly jumped up into the air, raised his hand and drew a golden rune in the air.
The rune was completed, and she turned around, pressing the rune with her palm and rushing straight to the deck: "Tian Gang Po Huan!"
When the crew saw her coming towards them, they quickly dodged. "Bang!" Si Ling landed on one knee, and golden light suddenly burst out from between her palm and the deck, and the gust of wind blew in all directions.
All the crew members disappeared in an instant, including the squeaking skeleton monster under the deck.
The students who were about to join the fight again were stunned and looked at Si Ling in surprise.
Si Ling stared at the empty deck, shocked.
"Is it an illusion?" Xuan Chi frowned deeply, "Who created this illusion..."
"I don't know." Si Ling looked up at the sky.
The thick dark clouds were still hovering directly above the Mockingbird, but if you looked closely, you could see some golden threads coating the clouds. This was the effect of the spell she had cast, and no more illusions would appear for a while.
"This place is really strange." Si Ling retracted his gaze and cast his eyes towards the cabin on the deck, and said thoughtfully, "Maybe there is something else going on. I want to look for any clues."
"Alright." Xuan Chi put away his weapon. Si Ling briefly explained his thoughts to the others, and then everyone dispersed, each heading to their own cabin. After Bai Ma repeatedly confirmed with Si Ling that the skeleton monsters in the lower cabins were also illusions, he bravely returned to check.
In fact, most people don't have much hope for this kind of search. After all, the real Mockingbird was destroyed in a storm more than three hundred years ago. This ghost ship is nothing more than the result of the convergence of spiritual energy and resentment. Even if its original appearance is basically preserved, many details cannot be presented. Even Si Ling herself is mentally prepared, thinking that this search will most likely not produce the results she wants.
They might be doomed to fail in this mission.
Si Ling and Xuan Chi first went to the captain's room, which was a suite consisting of three parts, including a living room, bedroom, and a small bathroom.
As they searched through boxes and cabinets, Hyun Chi sorted out his thoughts: "If there are only illusions on this ship, and no real souls, then Satan's intelligence is wrong."
"But constructing an illusion requires mana, and it's usually aimed at a specific target—like us.
"But this ship... even Satan only recently discovered its existence. It's hard to imagine any 'target' appearing here before then, right?"
"Then who would continue to create illusions here for three hundred years?"
Si Ling shook his head: "I don't understand it either, so I want to come and see what happened on this ship."
In the cab next door, the vampire Willey opened the wooden box in the corner and blew away the top layer of dust, revealing many bottles and jars inside.
He pulled out a few of them at random. The contents of the bottles had long been unrecognizable, but at the bottom of the wooden box, he saw a few labels peeled off from the bottles.
Aymeric was standing at a table not far away, looking through the driving records. Willey squatted there and took some effort to find all the labels he could find and read them. He looked up at Aymeric and said, "Your Highness."
"Um?"
"Sherry, gunpowder, mercury... do these things remind you of anything?" asked Villet.
Aymeric frowned and looked over. Willey shrugged and said, "I think they point to something, but I can't remember what... You're better at history than I am, so..."
"Yellow Fever." Aymeric uttered a name.
Yellow fever.
Willey's expression froze. Aymeric strode over to the wooden box and crouched down to examine the bottles and jars. A coarse linen drawstring bag in the corner of the box quickly caught his eye. He opened it and saw two sets of copper pipes and two leather bags made from cow bladders. His previous guess was confirmed: "It's yellow fever, known in those days as 'the white man's grave.'"
Willey pressed on, "I remember this disease being directly linked to the slave trade?"
Aymeric nodded. "Yes. Most Africans have antibodies to it, but Europeans have none. Throughout the slave trade, approximately 1.3 million Europeans died of yellow fever."
Willey pondered, "So this disease is common on slave ships, and it's normal for them to have medicine on board?"
"I think so," said Aymeric.
Willey, who had just thought he had found an important clue, was immediately discouraged: "Okay..."
Aymeric looked at him: "What's wrong?"
Willey shook his head. "I thought this would be an important clue, but if it's just normal reserves... then it's useless."
"Don't jump to conclusions," Aimerick said. "Post it in the group first and tell everyone."
"Okay!" Willey nodded repeatedly and edited the message immediately.
In the captain's suite, Si Ling received three messages one after another.
The first one was from Ville, describing the discovery of a yellow fever drug and providing a brief introduction to the treatment methods of the era. Si Ling's features contorted when he saw the words "mercury enema," and it was difficult to decide whether to call the person undergoing this treatment a "patient" or a "victim."
The second message was from Aymeric, a supplement to Ville's message, mainly talking about the lethality of yellow fever in that era.
The third message had nothing to do with the first two. It was from Bai Ma: "Si Ling, come here quickly... We found a coffin in the cargo hold at the end of the left side, below deck!"
"A coffin?" Si Ling's heart trembled, and he immediately asked, "Just a coffin? Is there a ghost?"
Bai Ma said: "We are not sure, so we did not dare to contact them rashly."
Such caution is very necessary for a "new ghost" like Bai Ma. Si Ling immediately replied: "Okay, wait for me!"
After he finished speaking, he pulled Xuan Chi, who had just opened the wardrobe, and ducked onto the deck.
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