I Wasn’t Born Lucky

From the side of the scalpel, only a small outline of the thing can be seen. It is a long scarlet object, which is moving towards them at a constant speed.

It should be huge, because when it approaches, the entire cabin is trembling slightly.

It coincided with the sea breeze blowing from the outside world, the sea breeze swept in, and rolled up huge waves. The old ghost ship was hit by the storm waves and swayed violently. It was temporarily unclear whether it was the vibration caused by the object or Storm outside the cabin.

"Escape!" Qi Xiaoxiao didn't even have time to be curious, and made a decisive decision at the moment the shock came.

Except for Xiao Li, the rest of them all ran forward, and Ye Zeqing was the first one to run ahead.

Xiao Li originally wanted to stay where he was and take a look at the true appearance of the object, but as the vibration in the cabin grew louder, the sound became clearer.

It was a sound like a viscous liquid flowing.

It got closer and closer until it showed half of its body again at the corner.

It is not an object, not even a living thing.

It is like a huge sphere of flesh and blood, with countless scarlet tentacles spreading from the outside of the sphere to help it move forward-if this is the case, it is actually not terrible, but it is especially important that the tentacles on its body are moving And the flesh and blood gradually corroded and flowed down from the place passing by.

It happened that the liquid was still very viscous, mixed with pieces of meat, and Xiao Li's complexion changed.

He would rather jump into the sea immediately than swim in this swamp of flesh and blood.

Xiao Li immediately turned around and ran away before the liquid flowed in front of him, catching up with the other samsara who were running ahead.

Ye Zeqing often exercises and runs effortlessly in such a place. He still has time to look back at Xiao Li: "Did you see that monster?"

Xiao Li took a breath and described it: "Like a red, fat sea magnified countless times."

Ye Zeqing: "............ Fatty Dahai? Then you run so anxiously to follow?"

Xiao Li completed his own words: "A fat sea that drools and flows like a river."

Ye Zeqing expressed his anger at his act of selling off children. During his busy schedule, he turned around and glanced at the tentacle monster that was slowly chasing everyone behind him. He was shocked by the pile of flowing flesh and blood: "How much do you have to kill? people?!"

"Rough estimate, at least hundreds of people."

"grass!"

Qi Xiaoxiao said angrily: "While running to escape, can you stop chatting! It made me almost out of breath."

Ye Zeqing turned her head, quickened her pace, and several people walked forward like a whirlwind. They wanted to find a room to hide in, but no room appeared in the corridor they ran. The front seemed to become A secret road leads to the final destination.

After running for a while, Ye Zeqing suddenly slowed down and said hesitantly: "Ahead...there is another ghost...but it's not strong."

When he said this, the others stopped.

Qi Xiaoxiao looked in the direction he said. At the end of the road stood a door, closed tightly, with a golden river carved on it.

"Can you get in?" Wei Ligai looked at the door and his teammates, then looked back at the monster, "It's about to catch up with us!"

There are wolves before and tigers behind.

Qi Xiaoxiao bit her blushing lips, tangled for a moment-before she made up her mind, Xiao Li had already opened the door and walked in.

The opening of the door brought a ray of light, but it was not strong, it was just a direct beam of cold moonlight.

Ye Zeqing and the others also walked in. The first thing that came into view was a whole glass of glass, which had reached the bow of the ship, with the engine button and steering wheel in the center of the room.

Luo Shan came in last, she turned around and locked the door before she began to observe the whole room.

The captain's cabin of the ghost ship is very quiet and spacious. There is a jug of wine on the left hand side of the driver's seat, without a cap, just like someone who is called out after half-drinking, and put his favorite wine aside.

"Boom——" There was another loud noise, and the waves exploded directly on the bow of the ship, smiling together and could only hold on to the wall.

Ye Zeqing frowned and tried to sense where the ghost was, but he could only feel that there was a ghost in this room, but he couldn't tell where the ghost was.

With his hands behind his back, Xiao Li paced to the steering wheel and looked forward.

When the sea is calm, the scenery will be beautiful, but at this moment, there are only stormy waves.

At this moment, a hoarse strange voice sounded: "You... are not dead yet?"

The sound was like a bolt of lightning, making everyone immediately look at the source of the sound--

From the wooden steering wheel, a face slowly floated up, a face belonging to a middle-aged man.

The face looked at everyone vividly, and a secret smile appeared: "You must have worked hard to get here. Come on, and see your master captain."

Qi Xiaoxiao took a step back, looked at the steering wheel nervously, and repeated his words: "Captain?"

The face on the steering wheel showed a look of pride: "The one you met was Captain Stewart, a third-level meritorious soldier."

The scene in front of her was too weird. No matter how good Qi Xiaoxiao’s mental quality was, she couldn’t help but feel a little scared. Thinking of her previous speculation about the ghost ship, she insisted: “Then Captain Stewart, may I ask this ship? What happened on the ship?"

The face said grimly: "You are all dying, do you still need to know so much?"

Qi Xiaoxiao was choked by him, and then he seemed to think of something again and calmed down his tone: "But since you have filled my temporary emptiness, I can still answer your question-on this ship, Of course the best thing happened, just like it happened to you people, I call it a "miraculous"."

As soon as his voice fell, the vibration outside the door became louder and louder, and the tentacle monster that had been chasing the reincarnations finally stopped at the door and began to hit the locked door.

Sticky flesh and blood spilled in from the bottom gap of the door.

Before Qi Xiaoxiao spoke, Xiao Li looked down at the face on the steering wheel. He used the index finger of his right hand to conjure up the hip flask that stood aside, watched the hip flask sway, and said with contempt: "What is a miracle? , Are you half dead now?"

His words seemed to hit the sore spot of his face. It opened its mouth wide and twisted and said, "Half-dead? You humble human being, you small existence, look up and see the sea in front of you-compared with it , You are just a drop in the sea of ​​infinite need!"

Xiao Li said, "Oh, I can still speak idioms."

"You are insulting the great Captain Sturt!" The face on the steering wheel became stern because of his frivolous tone, and because of his emotional ups and downs, the ghost ship was also floating and sinking on the sea, and a swinging tail almost made everyone fall over. Because of this, Xiao Li had to hold on to the pillar of the steering wheel to barely stand firm.

"I just expressed my sigh," Xiao Li clutched the edge of the steering wheel, talking to the face above, the hair on his forehead fell down, just exposing his eyes, "I thought your mind was too After lignification, I can still think."

The face said: "Shut up, human!"

Xiao Li: "Not good, wood."

The face on the steering wheel was originally hideous and convulsed, but soon he didn’t know what he thought of, and he calmed down quickly: “The sky has a full heart to accommodate birds. Our two lives are at different levels. Why should I be disrespectful of you? And angry? You will know the fate of Captain Anurst in no time."

He continued arrogantly: "You humble humans will soon become a part of your flesh and blood, disappearing in hell, and I will always exist, always sailing on the sea with my Vostok, never stopping."

Xiao Li raised the jug with his right hand, tilted it down, and poured three drops of spirits from the jug - the three drops of spirits were directly facing the steering wheel and dripped directly into the nostrils of his face.

The face suddenly dripped with spirits into his nostrils: ".................."

Looking at the reincarnations who are looking at you and me: "……………………"

-Moriarty, why don't you play your cards according to common sense!

——Although this is not good, but it looks inexplicable, how fat four!

Xiao Li watched Captain Stewart's face crumpled, and said with interest: "I thought your face had also become woody, did you still feel it?"

That face was suddenly dripped with alcohol from his nostrils, and a hot sensation entered his throat from his nose. This rare situation in a century made him mad: "You dare to offend Master Stewart like this! I want you to—"

He didn't speak this sentence, and there was another splash of spirits in the jug, which happened to drip into his open mouth this time.

Xiao Li shook the jug, looked at the volume of wine left in the jug, and said to his face: "Next, I want to try my eyes."

His face immediately closed his eyes, and he recognized the current affairs as Junjie: "You humble human, what can't you sit down and say?"

——Instead, he replaced the humble with humble.

Xiao Li did not continue to wash his face with spirits, but held the flask firmly again. He repeated what he had read on the cabinet in a certain room before: "The only thing I long for is eternity. This is the eternity you want. ?"

His face still closed his eyes tightly, and he seemed afraid that Xiao Li would really give his eyes a strong wine bath: "How can you know what eternity is for such a small existence?"

"Really," Xiao Li put down his hip flask, and tapped the steering wheel with that bone. He was tapping on the forehead of his face, "Eternal is just like this and won't fight back? This kind of dedication is worth living forever."

His face moved constantly, but no matter how he moved, he could never move outside of the steering wheel. He didn't dare to open his eyes or open his mouth wide—even the movement of his nose must be carefully controlled, otherwise it would be a drop of spirits.

"Enough!" His face looked for the opportunity to speak, his eyes closed, his mouth squeezed, and his voice was squeezed out of his closed lips, as thin as a mosquito, "You humble human, I won't want you to die easily. , I want you to serve on my ship for a hundred years to be free!"

The steering wheel shifted to the left, and the ghost ship immediately tilted outward, and sea water poured into the cabin.