“…”

The red lightning flashed by, and for a moment, everyone seemed to see countless copper and rust on the cabin door, reflecting the rotten head.

"The Horror Ship..."

The players were suddenly startled, their faces filled with solemnity, and the atmosphere instantly became depressing.

Although the name sounds strange and even a bit like a nickname given by pirates, it must be admitted that this huge ship is indeed worthy of the word "terrifying".

The vast ocean is like the Black Sea, and the waves and clouds are like red thunder.

Being able to sail the ship smoothly in such a harsh environment is enough to explain a lot of things.

Not to mention this is a world of horror stories.

Everyone spoke, then stood there in silence. No one responded to the rotten sailor's weirdness.

The rotten sailor looked strange, as if he felt a little bored. His drooping eyeballs were raised up like arms, and he looked at everyone with his eyes rolling around.

Everyone felt a chill, as if they were being stared at by a tentacle monster.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't you have anything to ask? It's really boring. Are all of you guys on the boat so boring?"

There was no screaming or even panic as expected. This rotten sailor was obviously a little bit weird, with a hint of patience in his tone.

As it spoke, it walked out from behind the cabin door, completely exposing itself on the deck.

Everyone also saw its full picture.

Apart from the area just seen, the sailor was strangely severely rotten, and it was difficult to find any part of his body that was not rotten.

It looked like a piece of rotten meat that had been rotting for several months. The smell alone was enough to make one frown and feel overwhelmed with anger.

The rotten sailor has only one strange arm. Although the other arm still exists, it is broken. There is only a bare arm with dark brown skin, like a rotten pig leg, and white worms are wriggling on it.

"Who...are you?"

A new player hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and asked.

He was the new guy that everyone wanted to move just now.

Standing up at this moment, I know what you are considering.

"I?"

The Rotten Sailor smiled strangely again and answered the question.

"I am a crew member of this ship. You can just call me Old Dog."

Old dog…? What kind of bird’s name is this?!

The newcomer had some evil thoughts in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

"Brother Gou, we are new here, do you know if there is anything we can do for you?"

The new player asked with a hint of flattery.

Everyone's eyes were drawn over, focusing on the rotten sailor's weird rotten head.

They were also curious about this strange ability to communicate.

It is certain that this mission should be quite easy.

At least for now, Qiyi did not kill people indiscriminately, but instead negotiated in a friendly manner.

This start is much better than the previous two rounds.

Of course, if someone is careful and pays attention to Armin at this moment, will-o'-the-wisp will jump up and down his body, covering his surface.

"hehe…"

The rotten sailor was strange, and suddenly laughed, his body trembling with excitement, and then he said in his slimy voice, viciously:

"You really yelled when I told you to, right?"

After finishing speaking.

A pool of water oozed out strangely from under the feet of the Rotten Sailor, and then its body melted like the water, flowing quickly on the deck, and finally suddenly appeared in front of the new player, looking at him with its drooping eyes.

The new player's face turned pale and his pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip.

He understood, he just said something, why did the other party suddenly change his attitude?

Difficult? This weird killing pattern is talking!

New players felt frustrated and at the same time, they felt hopeless and powerless.

He had seen two rounds of game projections, so naturally he had some understanding of the strange attacks.

In this situation, it is best to say everything and do everything.

But he still stood up. He wanted to try and grasp a glimmer of hope.

The new player knew very well that there was a huge gap between him and the other eight surviving players and the two humanoid plug-in survivors.

He is still an ordinary person.

No weird items and no abilities.

If you can gain something beneficial to yourself or gain a situation through communicating with this weird thing, that would be great.

And from his observation, this sailor was strange and did not seem to have any obvious malicious intentions.

This is the reason why he dares to give it a try.

But he never expected that

Sometimes, being able to communicate weirdly is scarier than communicating weirdly.

“Save me…!”

The new player bit his lips and asked for help with a trembling voice.

The surrounding players quickly dispersed as if they were avoiding the plague, trying to stay as far away from this new player as possible.

The Rotten Sailor Monster slowly moved its head over, then fiercely bit off the new player's neck. Instantly, blood gushed out, pouring all over the Sailor Monster's body.

The tattered clothes, the rotten flesh, and the white wriggling insects were once again drenched in blood.

The rotten sailor was weird and seemed to enjoy this feeling. He gulped down the new player's blood until it was completely dry. Only then was he satisfied and threw him aside.

Then he looked at the rest of the people with that disgusting, weird and rotten face.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point...

The only sound on the entire ship was the constant crashing of waves.

"Take us to the room."

A cold voice was heard.

Everyone was shocked and looked at the person who was speaking.

How dare he?!

Now it has been tested, the rotten sailor's strange attack pattern is talking, how dare he talk!

The speaker is Armin.

He didn't seem to care about this, and the players on both sides of the front consciously spread out a path, as if they were afraid that the rotten sailor would approach strangely.

The rotten sailor narrowed his eyes strangely, without any movement, and just looked at him with his drooping eyeball.

Armin's face was calm, and his light blue pupils were as cold as an iceberg.

"Haha...Interesting boy."

The rotten sailor looked strange, and suddenly laughed. Then he limped step by step towards the cabin door from which he came.

Every time it takes a step, a black footprint appears on the deck.

This black footprint seems to be sticky with some kind of liquid, with a tendency to flow, which makes people's heart skip a beat.

But before he could think, the rotten sailor's strange toad-like voice came over.

"Get down here, you newbies!"