Surreal Games: I’m An Engineer

Text Chapter 139: Ghost Ship (9)

But then someone dragged another aboriginal child over again, holding a dagger and constantly pressing the aboriginal child.

This time the native was shaken, and began to beg and cry to the pirates.

But the man who looked like the captain did not stop, but directly chopped off a finger of the native child.

Howling, begging for mercy, and excited cheers mixed together.

As the man who looked like the captain struck again, this time it was the native child's ear that was cut off.

The native finally couldn't take it anymore, and immediately took off the fur he was wearing, and then sketched patterns on it.

Because of the light and angle of view, Jiang Yang and the others couldn't see exactly what pattern the native drew.

But the surrounding pirates all surrounded him one after another, and they didn't even drink any wine.

The native whose tongue had been cut off no longer rolled on the ground due to excessive blood loss, and the painful body of the native child curled up into a ball, and the rows of ribs on the thin back were particularly obvious.

Knowing that the native was about to finish drawing the pattern, the man who looked like the captain immediately snatched it over with a look of ecstasy.

The others started gulping and cheering again.

It's just that when the native thought it was over, he trembled all over, and crawled towards the native child with a painful expression, trying to hug him.

But then a sharp scimitar pierced into the body of the native child who was about to pass out, completely ending his life.

Immediately afterwards, a knife was inserted into the back of the native, and then a dirty foot wearing leather boots stepped on it, blood slowly spread on the floor, until the native did not touch the native Child.

Accompanied by cheers, the corpses of two natives, one large and one small, were dragged out.

Then these pirates continued to eat and drink, wantonly discussing the next plan, and then the drunk pirates staggered away.

I don't know how long it took before the native who had his tongue cut off, rolled all over the floor because of the pain, and finally got into a corner and passed out woke up.

The previous pirates didn't know whether they drank too much or thought he was dead, so they ignored him when they were cleaning up.

At this time the pirates had already left, and the ground was full of residual blood and traces of dragging.

Seeing the distorted and painful expression of this native here, he wanted to cry but could no longer cry, so he could only whimper and neigh.

The blood in his mouth has gradually congealed, and tears, snot, saliva and blood flowed down in a mess in his despair.

He didn't know how long he cried, but the tears finally dried up, and he stretched out his hands to feel around his body.

One was hidden in the middle of the hair and rolled into a tattered roll, which looked similar to his strands after being stained.

Then he smiled miserably and wanted to tear and bite the cloth roll.

But no matter how hard he tried, the cloth scroll couldn't be broken. In the end, he could only kneel on the floor weakly, crying bitterly.

But the cloth scroll in his hand was constantly absorbing blood from his body and the ground at this moment.

Afterwards, the native who found that the cloth roll was strange began to self-mutilate crazily, even biting his wrist to let the cloth roll absorb his blood, and finally began to smear on the floor like crazy.

The pattern drawn by these bloodstains was exactly the pattern drawn on the cloth scroll. When the outline was completed, the native began to sob and pray continuously, knelt down, and finally died because of the blood draining dry.

In the end, this strange pattern began to change, and the whole ground seemed to be infected by black paint, and everything began to become old and corrupt, including the corpse of the native.

The native's body began to mutate, and a distorted ghost appeared in the cabin and finally attached to the native's body.

After that, the picture disappeared, leaving only a resentful and distorted native face staring at Jiang Yang and the others in a daze.

Then all disappeared into darkness,

Only an empty gap remains.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help feeling chills in their tailbone. Needless to say, the ghostly appearance of the whole ship should be the masterpiece of this ghostly thing in front of them.

It's just why the old scene will reappear. Could it be that this ghost ship is remembering?

The skin-damaged deck oozes black liquid again, and the gap in the deck gradually begins to heal along with the strong stench of corpses.

It made several players wonder how to deal with it, but now that the ghost ship is their only carrier, it must not be destroyed, let alone once the strength of this ship explodes, they will not be able to deal with it.

"This, is this the cause of the accident that year?"

"Maybe?"

"Could the voice we heard coming from the cabin be that native?"

Milk tea pudding felt cold all over at this moment, and said with some fear.

"I don't know, but the cabin must go down at night, there must be something in it"

Thinking of the distorted face of that native, and being possessed by that distorted ghost even though they had already lost it, the others felt uneasy.

Knowing that there are ghosts in the cabin, no one thinks about it anymore.

"Then what should we do now?"

"Continue to rest, and pay attention to the movement of the ghost ship, don't fight in close quarters"

After Jiang Yang finished speaking, he took a special look at Huang Quan. This guy is the most unreliable, and he will not help him next time.

Embarrassed by Jiang Yang's stare, Huang Quan nodded in embarrassment.

The rest of the people had no complaints, so they rested on the deck again.

It's just that it's impossible to sleep, and no one with such a big heart can sleep in this situation.

Jiang Yang leaned against the ship's side and squinted for a while, with the mummy and the butcher guarding him.

The same goes for the others, they basically have all their weapons in their hands, and they can enter the combat state at any time.

"Crunch ~ woo woo"

"crash"

The ghosts in the cabin were still making noises, the waves outside were still undulating, and it was a cold night, making people unable to resist wearing two extra clothes.

As for when the sky will light up, no one knows. After all, different times correspond to different times.

The only thing that is certain is that the power propellers are still functioning normally and the ship is continuing to move forward.

But when will you be able to leave the Misty Sea? How long can the diesel oil carried by the prodigal son be used? What should I do if the navigation direction deviates during driving?

These questions emerged one after another in his mind, and it was impossible for Jiang Yang not to care about them.

At the same time, there is another point, that is, after the previous battle, the Nether Ship should still be in a suppressed state as a whole, only some ghosts of former pirates escaped from the inside of the ship.

After all, Huang Quan smashed such a big hole in the Nether Ship and did not cause the Nether Ship to explode, which can be proved from the side.

It's just how much damage can the Nether Ship withstand?

If a mistake in the battle causes more damage, or if the sub-dragon burns the ghost ship with a breath, will the ghost ship explode completely?

Is that thing in the middle of the cabin that can't scratch the boards and whimper that native with its tongue cut off?

What is the distorted ghost they saw in the phantom, and is it still on the ship?

These questions flashed across Jiang Yang's mind one by one.