"Why do they all look so happy?"
"I don't know."
In the corner of the restaurant, Huai Shi looked at the happy faces and slowly shook his head.
Was this freedom in sight, or was it the joy of arriving in a new world?
It was like the TVB saying that after this trip, they would go to Canada, where no one would know them, and they could start anew.
With the approach of the new world, everything in the past was thrown to the back of their minds.
So they were reborn.
This long journey of suffering was about to come to an end, so it was time for the final celebration.
The originally messy restaurant had been cleaned up, and under the collective efforts of the group, it was rearranged. In a jubilant atmosphere, everywhere was decorated with lanterns and colored banners.
The purified food was carefully cooked and served on the table for the guests to use. The unlimited amount of alcohol was taken out from the warehouse, and several tall champagne towers were piled up, reflecting the sparkling light.
The survivors who had changed into decent clothes raised their glasses to each other and greeted each other politely.
There were even a few people on the podium who formed a small band, playing a melody that was neither unpleasant nor pleasant to the ears. Some people even invited Huai Shi, but Huai Shi refused with the excuse that he was not feeling well.
He just sat in the corner of the restaurant, looking at all this, he only felt that it was ridiculous.
It had only been twenty hours since the chaos of the wolf disaster, but all the suffering and uneasiness seemed to have been thrown to the back of their minds.
It was as if there was an invisible force faintly leading all of this, and then everyone's fate was back on track.
"You can call it the gravity of the plot, all of this was originally a record left in the fragment of the Philosopher's Stone."
Ai Qing said, "It's like a calendar with all the schedules written, no matter what happened in the past two days, the things that have been set will not change."
Ai Qing's words made Huai Shi's heart sink again.
Although she didn't say it directly, there was no doubt what she meant. Even if there was a huge degree of freedom, this was still a record drawn by KP from the Philosopher's Stone.
The past history.
Just like history would not change, what happened on this ship would not change. Just like the identity of the people who boarded the ship and this banquet.
And the final result.
In history, who on this ship reached America?
No one knew.
There were probably tens of thousands of ships flying the Mayflower flag from all over the world heading for America, but how many of them actually made it to America?
The more joyous and peaceful the atmosphere was, the more uneasy Huai Shi felt.
It was like sitting on the crater of a silent volcano, feeling the heat rising up from below. Even if it looked peaceful for the time being, there was no telling when the magma would erupt and blast them out of the stratosphere together with their skin and bones.
But Lily seemed to be having a good time.
Anyway, she had never seen anything before. Ever since Parathussel created her, she had been wandering around with her, living a precarious life as a vagrant, not to mention attending a banquet.
This was a completely new experience for her.
Even the deaf man on the stage was listening to the tug-of-war cello with great interest. Huai Shi wished he could rush up and beat up the broken thing playing the cello.
It was simply torture.
"… Your right hand is weak, the score is not good, the technique is loose, the rhythm is slow, none of your movements are decent!"
When Huai Shi couldn't stand it anymore, he was already standing on the stage, looking down at the guy playing the cello, frowning. "Who is your teacher? How can I let you go on stage with this kind of performance? "
The guy who was foolishly playing the zither looked at Huai Shi in a daze. After staring blankly for a long time, he obediently handed the zither to him.
"Watch carefully, learn well!"
Huai Shi picked up the bow and played the Beethoven No. 5 for him again, then raised his eyes and asked, "Have you learned it?"
The people next to him shook their heads.
Only Lily below the stage was clapping her hands excitedly. Anyway, she couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, but she thought it sounded good. Huai Shi suddenly felt powerless and stuffed the bow back into the guy's hand. "Forget it, pretend I didn't say anything, you continue."
Seeing his helpless look, Lily kindly comforted him. "Don't be depressed, although you are a little worse than him, it is already very good."
"…"
Huai Shi spat out a mouthful of blood.
Until now, he just realized that Lily seemed to be … tone-deaf?
"Okay, whatever you say."
Huai Shi was speechless. He picked up the glass and continued to drink the tomato and apple-flavored artificial blood that Lily made for him. He had to admit that this kind of nutritious meal was simply disgusting. Couldn't she make something normal?
However, she was in a state of resistance to all non-experimental alcohol, and Huai Shi's rare opportunity to taste foreign wine was gone.
Just as the two were talking, he noticed a crisp sound coming from afar.
It sounded like a slap in the face.
He looked up and saw Yin Yan, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and a big red palm mark on his face. Papaya, who had been coldly looking at the group of tourists, was angrily scolding him. Soon, she went directly to the balcony outside the restaurant.
The one-armed Yin Yan now looked very embarrassed. Sensing Huai Shi's gaze, he coldly looked at him and turned to leave.
"That guy is up to no good."
In this regard, Ai Qing commented without pity, "Since childhood, that guy likes to pretend to be pitiful to gain sympathy, and then secretly do things when no one suspects him. His second brother and sister have been tricked by him many times. "
"… I only have one question," Huai Shi hesitated for a long time, and his heart was full of curiosity, "Is your house a tiger's den?"
"Isn't that what the so-called big families are like?"
Ai Qing said indifferently, "From the moment of birth, the competition begins. Whoever can win the favor of the old master will have more status and more money."
"Well, I should be glad that I'm an only child, right? Do you want me to follow him? "
Huai Shi rubbed his hands, looking for a chance to beat this grandson up.
"If he knows that you saw him, he will definitely hide immediately. You won't be able to find anything even if you follow him." Ai Qing said, "Just raise your guard. Also, pay attention to his old mistress … She and her brother always give people a feeling that something is not right.
Moreover, there is no place for them in the American genealogy of later generations. They probably died on this ship. I'm afraid there are still risks lurking in the dark. You should be careful. "
Hearing this, Huai Shi looked out of the window at the balcony.
Just between the row of seats with parasols, next to Papaya, he saw the old man in the wheelchair.
As if he was still in the late stage of Parkinson's, Koth was still holding his soup bowl, sipping the spoon and the thick soup in the bowl. His white hair, which was almost falling off, swayed slightly in the wind, revealing his scalp with scars.
His trembling movements always made people break out in a cold sweat, making people wonder if he still had the physical strength to travel.
But from beginning to end, his eyes were quietly staring at the front of the ship.
It was as if he could see the vast land thousands of miles away through the deep barrier between the border and the present realm.
His expression was so focused and solemn.
Like a child looking forward to a new home.
"Look, Yaga."
He whispered softly, "That's America, our new home."
"Brother, my home is not there. There are only savages, war, and people abandoned by Rome."
Yaga answered in a hoarse voice.
Unexpectedly, this time, she did not go crazy or angrily scold her brother. As if she was tired, she just leaned on the chair and stared tiredly in the opposite direction of her brother.
"Why did you bring me here?" She whispered to herself, "I'm not like you, brother. I don't have such great ambitions and aspirations. I'm just a crazy woman who wants to die as soon as possible.
America is too far away. I just want to go back to my chicken foot house, but my Bobby is dead … I have no place to go back. "
"Then don't go back!"
Koth raised his voice and coughed as if he was angry and growled, "Don't miss the land that abandoned us, Yaga, put away your outrageous look! If you're angry, get angry. If you're not happy, get angry. Don't be a joke to the gods who abandoned us! "
"But what's the use of being angry? Can it make you change your decision? " Yaga looked up at him, her eyes sad. "I don't want to go to America. I just want to stay in Siberia, my house. My dead daughter's grave and my husband's grave. Everything I am is there …
There, I am Barbara Yaga, I am a witch, I am an abomination. But what am I when I leave Slavic? " Yaga covered her face tiredly. "I'm nothing, brother. I'm nothing … I can only be a crazy woman. A pretty face can make me lose my mind. A sweet talk will make me forget myself. What else can I do? Tell me, brother, what's left of me? "
Koth panted heavily and stared at her. "But at least you're alive. We still have hope of climbing the mountain again!"
"Don't people like me deserve to die? We deserve to suffer in hell! In the deepest place! "
Yaga could not stand his daydreaming any longer. She choked back her sobs and asked, "Why do you force a damned witch to accompany you in your search for salvation? Brother, tell me! Shouldn't we have died a long time ago? "
"Listen, my sister, don't be bewitched by that damned gigolo. What does a clown know? Do you want to be controlled by a toy? "
Koth stared at his last relative and told him word by word, "Yaga, people always need a new beginning. No, we will have a new beginning …"
"Don't dream, brother, please, at least don't be like them! You know the curse, you've always known it! You're just talking in your sleep, but you can't even fool me. You can only fool yourself! "
Yaga interrupted him angrily. Her voice was hoarse and desperate. She did not know how to wake her brother up. Koth's expression became angry, and he panted heavily. He opened his mouth to speak, but then he coughed violently.
His face was red.
In the end, he was almost suffocating.
Every time, every time the two of them argued to the end, he would end up like this!
Yaga stared at his face, not knowing whether it was because he was too weak, or because he wanted his sister to retain a little gentleness and pity for her dying brother.
"You're too despicable, brother."
Yaga shook her head in disappointment. "You've always been like this, always."
She took out her magic medicine pot, picked up Koth's soup spoon, poured a drop, and poured it into his mouth. But this time, the usual dosage could no longer bring about the miraculous effect. Koth was still in pain.
She was stunned for a moment, and panicked a little. She kept pouring the magic medicine down Koth's throat. It was not until half the pot was gone that Koth could barely breathe again.
But after a moment of relief, his face turned pale again.
As if he was enduring some kind of pain, countless purple blood vessels appeared under his loose skin, crawling on his body like vines. He widened his eyes in shock, clutched his chest, and gasped violently.
"I feel … not so …"
He suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark blood, and said with difficulty, "Not so good …"
Crack!
There seemed to be a cracking sound from his body. He was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to understand something. His expression suddenly became shocked, and in the end, it became indescribably ferocious.
He looked at Yaga, who was in a daze.
"… You, what did you give me!"
"My medicine … No, my medicine shouldn't …"
Yaga looked down at the bottle in her hand, and her face was pale. But then, she could not help but scream.
Koth had stood up from the wheelchair, and his skinny arm suddenly reached out and grabbed her neck, angrily lifting her off the deck.
"Bitch! Give it to me! Drink it! What! "
"I swear! I don't know! "
Yaga cried in horror and screamed, "I don't know anything! Really! "
At that moment, Koth's face completely turned into a beast's.
So ferocious.
.
.
In the engine room of the warehouse, hidden in a dark corner, Yin Yan seemed to have heard the chaos in the distance. He could not help but sneer and look down at his pocket.
The strange potion that could prolong the life of the living and bring the dead back to life was now hidden in his pocket, in another inconspicuous bottle.
The potion in Yaga's silver bottle had been replaced by the terrifying weapon that the Red Hat brought on board the ship — the Water of Styx.
This was why everyone was at Grade 3, and he was the only one at Grade 2. It was also what he relied on to complete his secret and kill Koth.
No, if he used it well, together with the Red Hat's stealth ability, he could even kill anyone on the ship!
Ever since he boarded the ship, he had been holding back, waiting for any opportunity to kill Koth.
But he found that under the appearance of an idiot, the old man was full of vigilance. There was no chance for him to make a move. Except for Yaga, who protected his life, he did not trust anyone on this ship.
Beneath that seemingly frail appearance, there was a dark essence that terrified him even to this day. It was as if thousands of souls were imprisoned in Koth's body. He cruelly squeezed the souls sealed in his body and absorbed all of their power to prolong his life.
If this power was released, who knew what kind of disaster it would cause?
But now, it had nothing to do with him.
Once the Water of Styx entered his stomach, Koth would die without a doubt.
It was not an incurable poison, but a miraculous creation that was extracted from the depths of the Silver Sea.
If the ashes were the essence of a life's death, then the Water of Styx was the sediment left behind by the decay of a soul. It represented the decay and destruction of a soul. Anyone who drank a drop would age their soul by one year.
The amount he poured into Yaga's bottle was enough to kill a Grade 4 Ascendant in an instant, not to mention Koth, who did not have much time left to live.
Today was the day the Undying Demon King met his end.
He did not win because he was a hero, but because his own life was coming to an end.
And he had accomplished his mission perfectly. All he had to do was hide and wait for everyone on this ship to be reduced to ashes by Koth's final struggle.
In the end, he would reach the new continent and become the only victor.
He suppressed his excited smile and raised his head. Then, he saw the tall and sturdy figure standing in front of him without him noticing.
No, rather than tall and sturdy, it was more accurate to say that the figure was enormous, like a giant.
Yin Yan froze in place.
"Sorry, I forgot to ask you before I came in."
A hoarse and mocking voice came from under the hood. "May I come in?"
Yin Yan looked up at the figure in a daze. He tried to back away, but a tentacle-like limb suddenly shot out from under the hood and wrapped around his leg.
"Since we were once teammates, I don't want to be too rough. After all, we can't do what we want."
As he spoke, the figure slowly twisted his neck and took off his hood, revealing a familiar face covered in scars. He smiled at Yin Yan. "Can you give me the potion in your pocket?"
In that instant, Yin Yan's face shrank as if he had seen a ghost.
"Why … is it you …"
Then, darkness came.
.
.
The peaceful and peaceful banquet came to an abrupt end amidst a hoarse scream.
The sound of the music was cut off. Everyone turned their heads in a daze and looked at the violently changing figure on the balcony.
It was as if he had suddenly expanded.
From the old man's shriveled body, a large piece of flesh suddenly swelled up, followed by another large piece … They were like living creatures that were swimming under the loose skin, causing Kou Siche's body to change rapidly. Sometimes it was tiring, sometimes it was beastly. In the end, countless tumors and deformities had uncontrollably appeared on his hunched body.
In the blink of an eye, he turned into a monster made of mud. He barely maintained his original shape, twitching and struggling.
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