Phil Gray sat by the window, watching the sky gradually darken.
The sea was completely calm, without a single ripple, and the ship sailed headlong toward its destination, which was teeming with pirates.
What kind of force brought them onto the Black Shark, and how can they leave this place?
We've found the truth of what happened back then, but what exactly is the truth?
He leaned back, feeling an unprecedented weariness. He wondered if Patrick was still alright, whether he could hold on until their arrival, or if his cousin hadn't left the capital at all, but was waiting for their return with Ernest.
He rubbed his temples, wanting to rest for a while.
Unexpectedly, he slept until the next morning. When Phil Gray looked at the clock on the table, he realized it was already past seven o'clock.
You actually slept through the night?
Phil Gray pushed open the door and saw Eli standing in his doorway. He smiled helplessly, "I actually fell asleep, and I've been sleeping until now."
He felt like he had become too carefree.
“It’s alright. You’ve been really tired these past few days. Besides, this place is filled with the aura of the dead. There are probably countless ghosts we can’t see. You are a chosen one of the God of Death, so of course you’ll feel comfortable…” Eli lowered his voice, afraid that others would hear what he was about to say.
"Really?" Phil Gray was relieved. So the chosen ones of the God of Death were more suited to this kind of environment? His expression turned strange.
After all, he is still a follower of the daytime prophet. So, should he prefer basking in the sunlight or enjoying the darkness?
“Oh, by the way, I have something else to discuss with you,” Eli said, his expression turning serious, his brow furrowed. “You know what? The passenger who provided the food yesterday, the pastor of the Church of Life, he’s dead!”
"Dead?"
Phil Gray's heart sank. The generous man was the first to die in such circumstances, all because he was trying to steal his food?
Seemingly sensing Phil Gray's question, Eli shook his head. "His space stone is still there, and the food inside is all there, but..."
"What's wrong?"
“His flesh had been ripped off, left bloody and raw, leaving only a skeleton,” Eli said in a low voice, giving Phil Gray goosebumps.
"Was this done by a passenger or by an undead?" Phil Gray asked.
“I don’t know.” Eli shook his head. “Perhaps you could go and take a look?”
"good."
Phil Gray followed Eli to the cabin where the deceased guest had been.
A knight stood guard at the entrance, presumably on the orders of Viscount Ward.
If other passengers find out, it will definitely cause panic, but there's no way to hide it.
Phil Gray sighed inwardly and pushed open the door to enter, under Eli's gaze.
The small guest room contained only a single bed and a sofa, where Viscount Walter was sitting with his eyes closed, deep in thought.
On the bed lay a corpse covered with a white sheet, the sheet still stained with blood, and one could barely make out the skeleton.
The floor was wiped very clean, so it must have been cleaned before.
“You’d better not look.” Viscount Ward’s voice was heavy. This nobleman, who was passionate about war, felt disgusted for the first time by such a gruesome death.
Phil Gray lowered his hand, which was about to remove the white sheet, and the strong smell of blood filled his nostrils. "It must have been done by the undead. I don't see any suspicious individuals among the passengers on the bed. Besides, I heard from Eli that the food in his space stone is still there."
Viscount Walder stood up. "Last night, my knights were patrolling the passageways. It certainly wasn't a passenger who did it."
"He didn't scream at all. He was silently stripped of all his flesh, leaving only a skeleton, just like the human bones we found in the guest room yesterday."
Eli leaned against the door and sighed, "The undead hide in the shadows, we can't even see them, so how are we supposed to subdue them?"
Viscount Walder turned around, his eyes filled with anger and anxiety. "But who can guarantee that we won't be the next ones to have our flesh ripped away? Damn undead, if I could see them, I'd let them taste the flavor of my blade."
"The undead's first target was this pastor from the Church of Life, because he offered food yesterday? If so, wouldn't that lady from the Church of Dawn also be in danger?" Phil Gray speculated.
"Go and call her here, we can't hide it from her anyway," Viscount Walder said dejectedly, waving his hand.
Phil Gray and Eli went to find the lady from the Cult of Dawn and knocked on her door.
After a long pause, she opened the door, looking somewhat tired. "Is there something you need?"
Phil Gray noticed that she didn't look well, but thankfully she wasn't seriously injured.
He smiled and took out the Sun Brooch. "Hello, I'm also from the Cult of Dawn. I have something I'd like to tell you."
The woman's eyes lit up when he took out the brooch, and she looked excited. "You're also a member of the Cult of Dawn? That's wonderful!"
"Yes, our church is the bane of the dead. Last night, well, something happened. The pastor of the Church of Life died. You don't look well. Are you also troubled by the spirits here?"
Phil Gray said in a gentle tone.
"What? He's dead?" The woman's face showed a look of panic.
Phil Gray suddenly didn't know whether he should tell her the details of the pastor's death, but he told her the truth anyway, since she would find out sooner or later, and might even be the next one.
The woman's face turned deathly pale, and she covered her mouth. "Oh my god? I never thought that ghost would go looking for him!"
"What undead? You saw undead?" Phil Gray and Eli asked at the same time.
“Yes, that ghost, he, he was carrying a boning knife and wearing a chef’s hat, he appeared in my room last night!” the woman said, trembling.
"Then what?"
“I am a Blessing-level Day Prophet’s Chosen One, and my divine power has a restraining effect on the undead. But unfortunately, all my skills are defensive, and I have no way to attack it. I could only erect a solar shield, and the undead just kept staring at me.” The woman recalled the scene from last night, breaking out in a cold sweat. “It didn’t leave until my divine power was almost exhausted.”
It turns out that it wasn't about killing one person per night; rather, the spirit had already come to this woman, but because of her divine power, she didn't end up like a life priest.
The woman grabbed Phil Gray's arm, her eyes still filled with fear. "Do you think that ghost will come back to haunt me? Last night, it just looked like a chef, nothing scary at all. Who would have thought it would use such horrific methods to kill people!"
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