Phil Gray slowly scanned his surroundings and realized that the environment here was completely different from that of Gold Coin III, but judging from the layout, they seemed to still be on the ship.
Eli also woke up. He stood up and slowly said, "There's a strong aura of death here."
Phil Gray paced back and forth, surveying his surroundings.
Some old wooden crates, shelves covered in cobwebs.
The fat man was still muttering to himself when Viscount Ward kicked him awake.
"Ouch!" The fat man opened his eyes. "Are we saved?"
"have no idea."
"Help! Where am I?" A shrill female voice came from outside.
Phil Gray pushed open the door, and they found themselves in what appeared to be the ship's storage room.
Outside is a large corridor, followed by guest rooms.
He recognized the screaming woman; she was a passenger on the Gold Coin III.
Viscount Ward was now followed by only four knights, the same ones who had accompanied them to examine the corpse. They had split up, searching for clues about the ship.
After a period of searching, all the passengers gradually gathered, and the remaining six knights were also found. They each woke up in one of the guest rooms and discovered that they were no longer on Gold Coin No. 3.
"Where is the captain?" Phil Gray asked.
"The captain, first mate, and second mate are steering this ship, but they have no control over their bodies, and the ship is heading in an unknown direction," one of the knights said solemnly.
"Unable to control your body?"
“Yes, I told them to stop and take a look at where we are, but they replied that they couldn’t stop at all,” the knight answered.
Viscount Ward polished his longsword, making it gleam. "If it's the work of the undead, we have nothing to fear!"
Phil Gray frowned. What had happened? How did they suddenly end up on this ship from Gold Coin III?
Eli said softly, "We collided with that black ship, but we weren't killed. Instead, we got inside the ship. I looked at its structure and appearance, and it's the same black ship that collided with the Gold Coin III."
"What?"
Upon hearing this, the fat man looked incredulous.
“Yes, but the question of where we are now is not the issue. My knights have searched every corner of the ship and found no food or water. If we don’t figure out our situation, or if we can’t kill the undead that led us onto this ship, all the passengers will starve and die of thirst here.” Viscount Ward’s eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty light, and he seemed to be getting a little irritable.
"What should we do?" The fat man's face twitched as he frantically ran around, looking at the unfamiliar cabin.
Compared to the abundant resources of the Gold Coin III, this ship, though sturdy, looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, lacking both drinking water and food.
Phil Gray rested his hand on the wooden side of the boat, pondering the current situation.
What kind of force allowed them to board this ship directly?
To uncover the truth behind the death, is the death of that corpse related to this strange ship?
The other passengers were in a state of chaos; some remained calm, while others were quite frightened.
The entire ship was in complete chaos.
As the first mate and a member of the Commercial Church, the fat man was besieged by almost all the passengers, who loudly questioned him about why this had happened.
The fat man offered a frantic explanation, but he didn't know what was going on either.
"I'm from the Church of the Dead! The aura of the dead here is so dense it's almost solidified!" a passenger in a black robe exclaimed excitedly, though it was unclear whether he was thrilled or terrified.
The other passengers became even more frightened upon hearing this; some of the female passengers turned pale and nearly collapsed to the ground.
"Quiet! Everyone return to your respective guest rooms where you woke up and search carefully for any missed clues!" Viscount Walder shouted, raising his sword high in a show of force.
"We have no food, we're starving and thirsty, what clues are we looking for?" a middle-aged man said sadly.
He appeared to be an aristocrat, dressed in finery, but his face looked somewhat haggard.
"Shut up! Are you going to starve to death tonight?" Viscount Ward glared at him fiercely. "You won't die from hunger or thirst for a few days."
“It’s alright. I have a habit of storing food. There’s some bread and water in the space stone. I’ll share some with you. Take it back to your house and look for clues. Maybe you can get out tomorrow?” a man with a thick beard said.
A green light flashed in his hand as he took out several large bags of bread and several jars of water from the space stone.
He appears to be a pastor of the Church of Life.
Viscount Walder's expression softened, and he ordered several knights to go and help.
Another female passenger offered to share her food, bringing out some dried fruit and jerky. Her divine power was golden, suggesting she belonged to the Dawn God Cult.
Phil Gray was quite surprised that they were still willing to share under such circumstances.
"Alright? Go back and find some clues! Stop chattering away here!" Viscount Ward waved his hand and stepped onto a wooden crate.
The passengers felt a little more at ease and gradually left the storage room.
"What are we going to do? I just went to see the captain and the others. They're like puppets, completely out of control, and they don't even know where this ship is headed!" the fat man said, distressed.
Phil Gray shook his head; he had no clue at the moment.
Let's look for more clues.
Phil Gray looked at the storage room where he had woken up, his fingers tracing over every suspicious corner.
Eli opened the wooden box; it was empty.
“What’s that over there?” Phil Gray suddenly noticed some damage to the ship’s planks, including a crack, and something seemed to be stuck in the crack. If you didn’t look closely, you would almost miss it.
Eli's hand flashed with a pale green light, and a thin twig appeared in his hand. He laboriously inserted the twig into the crevice and hooked the thing up.
It was a dark brown card, seemingly a personal business card.
A vivid portrait of a handsome man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, next to his name—Jeremy Lindbergh.
Who is this?
Phil Gray showed the card with a puzzled look, glancing at the people around him.
The fat man froze, his eyes wide. "This... Jeremy! He... he's the captain of the Blacktooth Shark!"
“You mean, our ship is the Blacktooth Shark?” Phil Gray asked.
"No...impossible! You don't know, this ship has been missing for a year! It disappeared right here in the South China Sea!"
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