Eli also spoke up, "A year ago, many nobles from the Kingdom of Lanxi in the Eastern Continent were sailing on this ship in the South China Sea. But one day, the Blacktooth Shark suddenly disappeared. It vanished into the sea. There were means of communication between the ship and the land, but no news came from the Blacktooth Shark."
“Various churches have sent people to search for it, including the Church of Life and the Church of Dawn, but they have not found any trace of it! The more than one hundred passengers on the ship have all disappeared without a trace, and it is difficult to determine whether they are dead or alive.”
"So we're on this ship now?"
“I thought the ship’s shape looked familiar when I first saw it, but I couldn’t quite place it. Now that I see this card, I’m sure it’s the Blacktooth Shark. It looks exactly like the one depicted in the Church of Life newspaper back then.” Eli’s expression was somewhat serious.
Viscount Walder leaned against the shelf, lit a cigarette, and his sunken eyes revealed an unprecedented solemnity.
Everyone was shocked by the news that they were on a ship that had disappeared a year ago.
"What about the passengers who were on this ship?" The fat man's eyes twitched slightly.
"They've all become undead." Eli's fingers brushed the dust off the table; the thick aura of the dead was telling them that there were no living people left on this ship.
Phil Gray thought of the proverb left to him by the god of death. Could the spirits mentioned in the proverb be the passengers on the Black Shark?
The search for the truth behind the deaths is to find out the cause of the passengers' deaths when the ship disappeared.
Thinking about this, he barely had a clue. "I think if we can figure out what exactly happened to the Black Shark back then, we might be able to leave this ship and return to our original ship."
Eli nodded. "You're right. Our sudden appearance on the ship must be the work of the spirits of all the passengers from back then. Do you remember the body that was recovered? That might have been one of the passengers."
Viscount Walder waved to the knights behind him, "Two hours later, call out all those people and ask them what they found in their respective rooms."
"Yes!" the knights answered in unison.
Phil Gray, of course, wasn't going to sit idly by. He headed toward the other empty cabins, trying to find any useful clues.
Upon arriving at the captain's cabin, they indeed saw the captain, first mate, and second mate awkwardly maneuvering the ship.
"Hello, Captain Gold Coin Three, do you know anything about the Blacktooth Shark and its captain Jeremy?" Phil Gray asked, glancing around at the surroundings.
"Damn undead, Goddess of the Sea, let me catch my breath..." The captain was muttering complaints, but upon hearing this question, his gaze stiffened and turned to Phil Gray.
Then his entire head began to convulse, white foam spilled from the corners of his mouth, his eyes bulged, and black lividity appeared on his skin.
This sudden change really startled Phil Gray. He took a step back and unconsciously pulled out the sun brooch from his pocket.
"Heh heh heh, the Cult of Dawn?" The captain tilted his head, his eyes fixed on Phil Gray, while his hands continued to steer the ship.
"Possessed by an undead?" Phil Gray asked.
"Undead? Am I an undead? No, no, no, I am the greatest captain in the history of navigation! I am the most favored one of the sea goddesses, the only captain of the Blacktooth Shark!" The captain stared intently at Phil Gray, letting out a wild laugh.
"Phew, so it was you, Jeremy."
"Yes, so you're my passenger? Don't worry, the Blacktooth Shark will take you to the most beautiful places, and your gold coins, oh, and your sparkling gems, will all be mine! Mine!"
The possessed Captain Jeremy suddenly went mad.
The first and second mates, who were still conscious, watched the scene before them in horror. They could only follow the captain's movements to maneuver the massive ship, and had no chance to dodge the terrifying-looking captain.
Phil Gray frowned, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Where is your destination?"
Jeremy's swollen lips curled into a smile. "It's a very, very beautiful place, we'll be there soon! Hahaha!"
The laughter abruptly stopped, the captain's eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. He twisted his head close to Phil Gray, "You're going to die, Don! Get back to cooking for the guests! What are you doing standing here watching us? As long as I'm captain, you're not leaving the Blacktooth Shark!"
Um?
Phil Gray looked at the captain, puzzled. Had Jeremy's ghost mistaken him for someone else?
But Jeremy stopped talking, and he could no longer hear any useful information.
"Are you a member of the Cult of Dawn? Please save the captain! If he's been possessed by the undead for too long, his life force will be completely depleted," the first mate pleaded.
“Okay, I’ll give it a try.” Phil Gray hesitated before channeling his divine power into the sun brooch. The brooch transformed into a small, radiant sun, dazzling and fiery, almost burning hot to the touch.
He gently held the brooch close to the captain, and then, with lightning speed, pinned it to the captain's chest.
"Ah!" The black mist let out a piercing scream and flew out from the captain's body.
Then it lingered in the cabin.
The captain's face returned to normal, and although he was still not fully conscious, he calmly steered the ship.
A raging flame appeared in Phil Gray's hand, and he shouted, "Burn!"
The black mist was driven away by the flames, but it did not dissipate; it simply left the captain's cabin.
Phil Gray felt a temporary sense of relief. He looked at the captain, who was still forced to work despite being unconscious with his eyes closed, and asked in a low voice, "He should be alright now, right?"
The first and second officers nodded.
Leaving the captain's cabin, Phil Gray was completely bewildered. Where was the Blacktooth Shark headed? And who was this young man named Don? What had happened between them?
He lowered his gaze, took a few more steps, and just then saw the Death God's Chosen one dressed in black robes. He asked, "Hello, I would like to ask if you have any skills that allow you to communicate with the undead?"
"Hmph, do you know that casually asking about the skills of a chosen one is a very impolite thing to do?" The man in black robes glanced at him and said in a gloomy tone, then turned to leave.
Suddenly, a sword appeared around his neck. The sword was inlaid with red gemstones and had several rings of intertwined thorn patterns, emitting a bloodthirsty light.
"Really? Then you want me to treat you 'politely'?"
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