As soon as Phil Gray stepped out of the captain's cabin, he sensed something was wrong.
The corridor reeked of blood, making one want to vomit.
Eli frowned. "This smell is awful."
Upon reaching the residential area, Phil Gray knocked on the first guest room, but received no response, so he had no choice but to kick it open.
"Ah!" Caroline covered her eyes, trembling, and fell to the ground.
"Damn undead!" Phil Gray clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with fury.
The passenger in this room had become a skeleton. There were chunks of flesh on the floor and bed, and splattered blood stained the curtains and floor. A pile of remaining internal organs was carelessly discarded on the sofa next to the bed.
"Phil! Look around!"
Eli shouted in a deep voice, bringing Phil Gray back from his rage.
Phil Gray slammed the door shut.
Open the next room, and the scene inside...
The same applies.
Five or six rooms in a row were filled with passengers who were brutally murdered.
Eli helped the pale-faced Caroline up, and then they heard hurried footsteps coming from the corridor.
Viscount Ward, with several scars on his face, approached with two knights. They looked exhausted, as if they had just been through a battle.
Behind Viscount Ward was a limping, fat man, the first mate in charge of the ship's resources, with a deep, bone-revealing knife wound on his right leg.
"Are you all alright?" Phil Gray asked.
“We encountered the ghost of the one who killed the pastor of the Church of Life. He was wearing a chef’s hat, so he must have been a cook. He might be the owner of the diary you found yesterday.” Viscount Ward’s face was full of hostility, and then he frowned. “Moreover, he looks exactly like the body that was pulled from the sea that day.”
At this point, Viscount Walder touched the back of his head, recalling the day his scalp was grabbed by a hand, and gritted his teeth.
Then everything makes sense: Tang was thrown into the sea and drowned.
They pulled out Tang's body, but now it's his ghost that's haunting them.
Phil Gray pondered.
"Ouch, you're all chosen ones! Does anyone know how to heal? Please help me heal my leg, it hurts so much! When we get back to my Gold Coin Number Three, I'll give you a generous reward!" The fat man's mouth twitched, as if he was in great pain.
“Shut up! None of those who turned to bones have complained of pain!” Viscount Ward glared at him, then said to Phil Gray, “The remaining passengers on the ship have been gathered in the storage room and are being looked after by my knights. However, the Death's Chosen one you asked me to keep an eye on is not cooperating and is still staying in his room.”
“He just took Jeremy’s spirit!” Phil Gray said. “We don’t know what he wants to do with the spirit. Our top priority is to find him and find a way to ask Jeremy what happened back then.”
"By the way, where's Tang?" he asked again.
“He didn’t even manage to hit us; he just ran away.” Viscount Walder gritted his teeth. If they had discovered Tang earlier, those innocent passengers wouldn’t have died so tragically. But who could have imagined that he would kill so many passengers in such a short time?
If it weren't for the fat man's resourcefulness—despite having his leg slashed, he still managed to lure Tang to them—many more passengers might have died.
Eli walked to the fat man's side, and a flash of green light appeared, instantly turning the bloody wound into a shallow scar.
"Ah! All done, thank you so much!" The fat man grinned happily, grabbed Eli's arm, and was extremely excited.
"No need to thank me, just remember your generous reward, I'm waiting for it." Eli smiled, even in such an urgent situation, he wouldn't forget to help his boss earn some extra money.
"Okay, okay." The fat man nodded repeatedly.
“We can’t find Tang right now, so let’s go find Jeremy as soon as possible!” Phil Gray suggested.
They quickly made their way to the room where the man in the black robe was staying.
Forget about manners, Viscount Walder used the power of the God of War to tear the door down.
"What are you doing? Why are you bothering me again? You can't deal with those undead, but you always cause trouble for me, a passenger?"
The man in black robes had his back to them and made a sinister sound.
“Release Jeremy’s spirit. We need to know the truth about what happened back then.” Phil Gray stared coldly at the black figure before him.
"How did you know?" The man in black robes turned around, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't release that undead, I'll make sure you can never again be embraced by your gods." Eli gave a meaningful smile.
"What's the meaning?"
The man in black robes squinted, his face extremely gloomy.
"I am a chosen one of the gods of life, and of course I have many ways to make you experience all kinds of pain yet still not die, such as planting a rose in your heart!"
Eli snapped his fingers, and the man in the black robe felt an itch on his face, followed by a sharp pain as his skin split open. He reached out and grabbed a rose.
"This is just a small warning!"
"Don't force me!" Just as the man in black robes was about to lash out, a cold, damp wind suddenly swept through the room, and the strong smell of seawater mixed with the aroma of ginger and garlic made everyone present feel pungent.
The figure of a man wearing a chef's hat slowly emerged.
“Don!” Phil Gray shouted.
He hadn't expected that Tang's spirit would dare to appear directly in front of them.
Tang's expression was fierce. He scanned the surrounding crowd and finally fixed his gaze on the man in black robes.
A hoarse, grating voice rang out, "You captured that Jeremy guy!"
The man in black robes was startled by the sudden appearance of Tang's ghost. "So what if it is?"
"Who told you his location?" Tang asked, his boning knife still dripping fresh blood, the source of which was unknown.
Phil Gray gestured to the men around him, signaling them to hold back, because he also wanted to know how the man in black knew there was a hidden space in the captain's cabin.
The man in black robes had a cold look in his eyes, showing no fear even when facing the ferocious undead before him. "Why should I tell you?"
Enraged, Tang's face contorted with rage. He spun the boning knife in his hand rapidly, the blade slashing towards the man in black robes, leaving a blur in its wake. The speed was so fast that no one else present could react.
The black-robed man's pupils contracted. He produced a bone shield in his hand and held it in front of him, but the blade was so sharp that it sliced the shield in two as easily as cutting tofu.
The blood-stained blade was about to strike the man in black.
"impossible!"
The man in black robes stood frozen in place, unable to react.
Phil Gray stared at the boning knife, a flash of inspiration striking him, and uttered aloud, "Fate—Exchange!"
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