Loud noises kept coming from the ship, as if a terrifying battle was taking place.
Even though she was far away from her homeland and had aged to this point, Papaya's power was still enough to make the steel ship tremble. It was as if she wanted to tear the entire ship apart.
The woman had completely fallen into a frenzy …
"What's going on?"
Huai Shi turned around in confusion, but he suddenly felt that something was wrong. He quickly walked to the window, violently smashed it, and reached out his hand.
There was a gust of wind blowing.
But it was completely different from what he experienced a few hours ago.
In this quiet abyss of the sea, there was nothing as luxurious as the wind. These were the waves caused by the cruise ship's speed, but now, Huai Shi felt that something was wrong with the turbulent airflow.
The ship … seemed to be moving faster!
"On a ship that is trying to travel to the underworld, every soul is a heavy burden."
A voice sounded. It was Yin Yan, who was standing at the door. He tilted his head and looked at Huai Shi, who was still in shock. He smiled mockingly. "Do you understand now?
Although the gods were cruel, the White Crown King did not pity them. Rather, it could be said that the gods' curse was exactly what he wanted. What he wanted was not the weak, but the strong who could survive this trial.
This was the command he engraved on the ship: If you just run and endure, the passengers will never reach the new land. The fuel it needs is souls and death.
The more people die, the faster it will go … "
Huai Shi turned around indifferently and raised the axe in his hand. "Why are you here?"
"To help you, of course."
Yin Yan shrugged and leaned against the door frame. "I remember we were allies … Your secret is to kill someone, right?"
As he spoke, he took out a palm-sized notebook from his pocket.
The leather cover was covered with scratches and looked like it had been there for a long time. The name of the ship was branded on it — May Flower.
"In addition to that useless manuscript, in fact, I also found this on the captain's remains. It's a gift from the White Crown King to the Astute One."
Yin Yan smiled proudly. "It's a 'passenger list' that records the names of all the passengers and their real identities. With this, it's easy to find anyone. What do you think, Huai Shi? No, I should say … the vampire of the Church — Abraham Van Helsing!"
He pointed out Huai Shi's "real name" and proved that he was telling the truth.
"I already know where the person you're looking for is."
He put away the passenger list. "Come with me."
In the silence, except for the screams and murmurs in the distance, Huai Shi suddenly heard Ai Qing's sigh.
"It's been so many years, but you always like to think that you're smart, cousin …"
At that moment, the girl's killing intent.
"Huai Shi, kill him.
Without hesitation.
Huai Shi pulled the trigger of her crossbow.
.
.
Boom!
As the wall shattered, the young man's figure emerged from the broken crack. He staggered backward and stepped into the corridor.
The Rampagers who were wandering in the corridor suddenly turned their heads and looked at the dark-skinned young man. Their expressions suddenly became ferocious and hungry. They suddenly pounced on him and cut a groove on his face.
"Beggar, get lost!"
In his rage, the Pharaoh raised his scarlet eyes and waved his hand. Under his wide robe, countless golden rays of light flew out — the Sacred Beetles that were residing in his body rose up and, like bullets, instantly tore the intruder to shreds.
Immediately after, a bandage appeared from the gap on his face, and the handsome face was once again mended.
Mummy.
No, it should be called the embryonic form of the path to godly ascension.
This was a sacred mark unique to the pharaohs of Egypt. Every priest who was qualified to become a pharaoh would receive this sacred mark and obtain an immortal body.
Whether it was knives, axes, frost, or fire, it was difficult to kill them.
After passing through the path of Olysses, they received the recognition of the gods and were bestowed with a sacred soul. They became the Lord of the Upper and Lower Worlds who combined the gods and humans and wore the red and white crowns.
Now, although this soul bestowed by the gods had been taken back, the embryonic form of the sacred soul had not left. He still retained his once noble bloodline and power, and he would not allow any inferior beings to violate him.
But this seemed to be unable to stop the crazy old woman.
Barbara gurgled.
She was roaring, screaming, roaring crazily, cursing, spitting out dirty words that no one could understand and cursing with deep blasphemy.
She stared at the Sphinx in front of the pharaoh.
And there was a purple bloodstain at the corner of its mouth.
It was so conspicuous.
"It's you … It's you, you bastard …"
She screamed furiously, "You dare to kill my poor child, my only child left! I curse you! I curse you! You damned beast! I swear that you will definitely sink into the depths of this sinful sea with your master! I swear!!! "
She screamed hysterically, reached out, pulled out pieces of organs from the rotten chicken's body, and threw them at the Sphinx.
They were just rotten organs, but the Sphinx did not dare to take them head-on. It kept dodging.
Filled with Papaya's curses and the grudge of Poppy before his death, Poppy's innards had turned into a real bullet of vengeance.
Countless viscous venom and black shadows spewed out of it, flying in the air, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws as they slammed into the Sphinx, leaving whiplash marks on the body of this mixed-blood divine beast.
Each whiplash mark tore through the flesh, leaving deep traces of decay.
The Sphinx had turned into its original form.
A sphinx with a human face.
However, its size was not as terrifying as its father's. It was only a few meters tall. There were still traces of the beast on its face, and there was no light of wisdom in its eyes. Instead, it was filled with the ferocity and anger of a beast.
It was a degenerate, or a bastard.
Just like its master, the Pharaoh's guard had lost the power to search the soul. All that was left was the strength and life of a beast.
However, it was still enough to fight Barbara head-on.
It was not at a disadvantage!
"Koosche!!!"
The Pharaoh roared and glared at the old man who was sitting in a wheelchair in the dining room. "Do you want to break the covenant? Just because my guard ate one of your damn chickens? If this is your wish, then I can bestow upon you the destruction that you have always dreamed of! "
The old man was silent. He just stared at the bowl of soup in front of him that had already turned cold.
It was as if he had Alzheimer's disease.
However, those Rampagers who had turned into wolves did not even dare to get close to him. Even if they only smelled his scent, they would retreat in panic.
It was as if they were running away from their natural enemy.
Even if he looked like an old man who was about to die.
He held the spoon with his trembling hand and poured the venom into his throat with trembling hands. Drop by drop, slowly … until the bowl of thick soup full of wolf venom was drunk into his stomach.
He put down his gold-rimmed spoon, picked up a napkin, and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth.
"Enough, Yaga."
Koosche raised his head tremblingly and stared at his crazy sister with his turbid eyes. "Dinner time is over. How long are you going to behave atrociously?"
Yaga suddenly turned around and stared at him angrily. Scream!
"I said, enough."
Koosche raised his voice as if he was angrily rebuking. However, as he advanced, he coughed violently and spat out the wolf venom in the soup on the ground.
"Let's stop here."
He looked at his sister and decisively issued a notice. In the language of his hometown, he said word by word, "Forget about that damn chicken! Forget about the broken house that had nothing but bones! You've been in that damn hell for long enough, my dear sister! "
Yaga's face was ferocious as if his eyes were about to pop out. He glared at his brother. "Is that why you brought me to another hell?"
Koosche suppressed his cough and said in a hoarse voice, "I just … I just want to set you free."
"Ha! Freedom! " Yaga laughed wildly. "Look at this place. A broken ship that is doomed to sink. An inescapable curse. My dear brother, is this the freedom you're giving me?"
"Curses can be broken, Yaga. Believe me," Koosche said hoarsely. "I promise, we'll have a new beginning in America! Now, there's just a little problem … a little … "
But before he could finish, he began to cough again. It was a heart-wrenching sound. The hollow sound was as if his lungs no longer existed.
It was painful and sharp.
He clutched his throat, opened his mouth, and gasped violently. Until Yaga came up to him and pulled his hand away. She took out a small silver flask and poured the magic potion brewed by the witch into his lungs.
Carefully, one drop at a time.
In an instant, the coughing stopped. Koosche collapsed on the chair and gasped violently. He could not speak. Only Yaga lowered his head and looked at him. After a long time, he shook his head in disappointment.
"Brother, you really broke my heart."
She did not say anything else. With a choked sob, she carried Bobby's body and turned to leave.
In the silence, the Pharaoh's applause sounded.
"What a good show."
The boy sneered and tilted his head to look at him. "Koosche, how are you going to compensate her for her offense?"
Koosche did not speak.
He only gasped for breath. After a long time, he picked up a napkin and wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth. He leaned on his wheelchair tiredly.
"Amon Messiah, do you know?" Koosche suddenly said. "Respect is mutual."
"Respect?"
The Pharaoh was amused. "You actually said the word 'respect' to me?"
"Yeah, isn't this a topic between a homeless stray dog and another homeless stray dog?"
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