"Why do they all look so happy?"

"do not know."

In the corner of the restaurant, Huai Shi looked at the happy face and slowly shook his head.

Is this freedom in sight or the joy of reaching the new world?

It's like TVB said that we will go to Canada when we have finished the ticket. No one there knows us and we can start again.

As the new continent draws near, everything in the past is left behind.

So he was reborn.

This long journey of suffering has come to an end, so we have the final carnival.

The originally messy restaurant has been cleaned up and rearranged under the concerted efforts. A beam of joy filled the lights everywhere.

The purified food was carefully cooked again and served on the dining table. After the guests took it for themselves, the wine was taken out of the warehouse indefinitely, and several tall champagne towers were piled up, reflecting the crystal light.

The survivors, dressed in decent clothes, toasted each other and greeted each other politely.

There were even a few people on the podium who formed a small band, playing melodies that were n’t ugly but also unpleasant—some people even invited Huai Shi but were rejected by Huai Shi on the pretext of discomfort.

He just sat in the corner of the restaurant and looked at it all, only to feel extremely absurd.

It was just over twenty hours since the chaos of the wolf disaster, but all the suffering and anxiety seemed to be left behind by them.

It's as if there is an invisible force that dominates all this faintly, and then leads everyone's destiny back to normal.

"You can call it the gravity of the plot, all this is originally the record that remains in the fragments of the Sage Stone."

Ai Qing said: "It's like a calendar with all the schedules written. No matter what happened in the previous two days, the things that have been booked will not change."

Ai Qing's words made Huai Shi's heart sink again.

Although she didn't say it directly, her meaning is undoubtedly-even with huge freedom, it is still a record extracted from KP's Stone of Sage.

Past history.

Just as history will not change, neither will anything that once happened on this ship-it is like the identity of the shippers and this banquet.

And, the end result.

In history, who on this ship has reached America?

Nobody knows.

There may be tens of thousands of ships flying from the world to America under the banner of Mayflower, but how many aliens that have really arrived in America?

The more joyous the atmosphere at the moment, the more peaceful it is, and the more uneasy Huai Shi feels.

As if sitting on a silent crater, you can feel the heat rising under the buttocks, even if it seems temporarily comfortable, but I don't know when the erupting magma will blow itself out of the stratosphere with the bones.

But Lily seemed to have a good time.

Anyway, she hadn't seen anything, and since Parasussell created her, she took her all the way and lived a wandering life, not to mention attending the banquet.

All this is a new experience for her.

Even the cello sound of the deaf man on the stage was heard with great interest. Huai Shi could not wait to rush up and beat the violin of the violin.

It was torture.

"... You have a weak right hand, poor music, loose skills, slow rhythm, and no action is decent!"

When Huaishi couldn't stand it anymore, he was already standing on the stage, looking down at the guy who played the violin, frowning: "Who is your teacher? Would it still be possible for you to come on stage after being drawn like this?

The guy who was playing the silly music looked dumbly at Huai Shi. After a long absence, he obediently handed the piano in his arms to him.

"Take a good look and study hard!"

Huaixi picked up the bow and redrawn his Beethoven No. 5 song, then raised his eyes and asked, "Have you learned?"

The person next to him shook his head dullly.

Only Lily under the stage clapped in excitement. Anyway, she couldn't hear whether it was good or bad. Instead, she felt pretty good. Suddenly Huai Shi felt a powerlessness, and put the bow back in the guy's hand: "Forget it, when I didn't say, you go on."

Seeing his helpless look, Lily kindly comforted: "Don't be depressed, although it is a little worse than him, it is already very good."

"..."

Huai Shi took a bit of old blood.

Until now, he found out that Lily seems to be ... an idiot?

"Okay, what you say is what you do."

Huai Shi was speechless and picked up the glass to continue to nourish Lily and make him make tomato-to-apple flavored artificial plasma-have to say that this nutritious meal is simply terrible, can't it be normal?

However, she is in a state of resistance to all non-experimental alcohol, so there is no chance for Huaishi to taste foreign wine.

As the two men spoke, he noticed the clear sound from a distance.

It sounds like a slap in the face.

Lifting his eyes and looking at it, he saw the long-lost words and the big red slap mark on his face. Baba Yaga, who had always been cold-eyed and watched the group of travelers being happy, was angering him. Soon, he walked away and went directly to the terrace outside the restaurant.

Now the one-armed Yin Yan looks very embarrassed, aware of Huai Shi's gaze, he took a cold look and turned away.

"That guy is making trouble."

In this regard, Ai Qing commented without mercy: "Since I was young, this guy likes to pretend to be pitiful and gain sympathy from others, and then secretly engage in things while no one doubts him. He was pitted. "

"... I have a question." Huai Shiyan had been chatting for a long time, and his heart was full of curiosity: "Is your home Longtan Tiger Cave?"

"Isn't that the so-called big family?"

Ai Qing said indifferently: "From the moment of birth, the competition will begin. Whoever can get the old lady's favor will have a status and more money."

"Okay, I should be glad that I am the only child, right? Should I keep up?"

Huai Shi rubbed his hands and wanted to find a chance to beat the grandson.

"I found that when you saw him, he must have been hiding for the first time. I'm afraid you won't find anything after you follow up." Ai Qing said: "It's right to increase your defense. Also, pay attention to his old lady ... She and her brother always make people feel wrong.

Moreover, there is no place for them in the American pedigree of later generations, and they most likely died on this ship. I'm afraid there are any risks hidden in the dark, so be careful. "

Huaishi heard the words and looked at the terrace outside the window.

Between the rows of seats holding parasols, beside Baba Yaga, he saw the old man in the wheelchair.

As if it were still late Parkinson's, Koscie was still holding his soup bowl, sipping the spoon and the thick soup in the bowl. The gray hair, which was about to fade, shook slightly in the wind, revealing a scarred scalp.

The trembling movements always make people squeeze cold sweat, making people wonder whether he still has the physical strength to travel.

But from beginning to end, his eyes were gazing quietly in front of the ship.

It seems to be able to see the vast land thousands of miles away across the border and the current deep barriers.

That look was so focused and solemn.

Like a child looking forward to a new home.

"Look, Yaga."

He murmured softly, "That's America, our new home."

"Brother, my home is not there, there are only savages, wars and people abandoned by Rome."

Yaga answered hoarsely.

Unexpectedly, this time she didn't feel mad and angry at her brother, as if she was tired, she just leaned on the chair and stared tiredly into the opposite direction of her brother.

"Why bring me here?" She whispered to herself: "I'm not like you, brother, I don't have such great ambitions and ambitions, just a mad woman who is too old to hope that she will die soon.

The Americas are too far away, I just want to go back to my chicken leg house, but my Bobby is also dead ... I have no place to go back. "

"Then don't go back!"

Koscie raised his voice, choking and groaning like anger: "Don't miss the land that abandoned us, Yaga, put away your unconventional appearance! If you are angry, you will get angry, if you are unhappy, Just get angry, do n’t show jokes to the gods who abandoned us! "

"But what's the use of anger? Can you change your decision?" Yaga looked up at him with sad eyes: "I don't want to go to America, I just want to stay in Siberia, my house. My dead daughter With my husband's grave, everything about me is there ...

There, I ’m Baba Yaga, I ’m a witch, I ’m an abhorrent alien, but after leaving Slavic, what am I? "Yaga covered her face wearily." I'm nothing, brother, nothing ... I can only be a mad woman. As long as I have a good-looking face, I won't keep my mind. As long as there are sweet words, I will forget. , What can I do? Tell me, brother, what am I left! "

Kosczy gasped violently, staring at him: "But you are at least alive, we still have the hope of climbing again!"

"Shouldn't someone like me die forever? We should suffer in hell! In the deepest place!"

Yaga couldn't bear his daydream anymore, he choked back and asked: "Why force a **** witch to accompany you to seek salvation? Brother, tell me! Shouldn't we have died long ago? "

"Listen, my sister, don't be fooled by that **** little white face. What does a clown jumper know? Are you going to be controlled by a toy?"

Kosciel stared at his last loved one and told him word by word: "Yaga, people always need a new beginning, no, we will have a new opening ..."

"Don't dream, brother, please, at least not like them! You know the curse, you always know! You are only talking about dreams, but your dreams can't even deceive me, you can only deceive yourself!"

Yaga interrupted him angrily, his voice hoarse and desperate, and he no longer knew how to wake up his brother. Koscher's expression also became angry, gasping violently, opening his mouth to speak, but then choked violently.

Face red ears.

In the end, it was almost suffocated.

Every time, every time the two quarrel to the end, he will look like this!

Yaga stared at his face, wondering if he was too weak, or hoped that his sister would have a little tenderness and pity for her dying brother.

"It's so mean, brother."

Yaga shook his head in disappointment: "You have always been like this, always have been."

She took out her potion potion, picked up Koszche's spoon, poured a drop, and poured it into his mouth. But this time the usual dose can no longer bring the magical effect, Koscie is still suffering.

She froze for a moment, panicked, and kept pouring the potion into Koscher's throat, until after half a pot, Koscher barely regained her breath.

But after a soothing moment, his face was green again.

As if suffering some pain, countless blue-violet blood vessels emerged from the loose skin, crawling on his body like a vine, making him stare in amazement, cover his heart, and gasp violently.

"I feel ... not quite ..."

He suddenly spit out a dark blood and made a difficult voice: "Not very good ..."

Snapped!

There seemed to be a broken sound coming from his body, he was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to understand something. The expression suddenly became stunned and shocked, and in the end, it became indescribably grim.

Look at the dull Baba Yaga.

"... what did you drink for me!"

"My medicine ... no, my medicine shouldn't ..."

Yaga looked down at the bottle in his hand, and his face was pale, but then he could not help but scream.

Because Koscie had already gotten up from the wheelchair, the skinny arm was suddenly deep, pinched on her neck, and angrily lifted her off the deck.

"Bitch! Give it to me! Drink it! What!"

"I swear! I don't know!"

Yaga wept in horror and screamed: "I don't know anything! Really!"

At that moment, Kosciel's face was completely beastly.

Such a terrible.

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In the machine room of the bottom warehouse, the shady words hidden in the dark corner seemed to hear the distant chaotic sound, could not help sneering, and looked down at the position of the pocket.

The original bottle of singular potion that could make a living person live longer and resurrect a dead person is now hidden in his pocket and packed in another obscure bottle.

What Baba Yaga has filled in the silver pot has already been replaced by him with the role of ‘red hat’ and the terror killer brought on board, ‘Water of the Styx’.

This is the reason why everyone is a third-order, only he is a second-order, and it is also the reason to complete his secret and kill Koscie.

No, if used properly, with the ability of the red hat to stealth, it can even kill anyone on the ship!

Since boarding the ship, he has been reluctant to restrain himself until now, looking for any opportunity to kill Koscie.

As a result, he found that the old man with mental retardation was full of vigilance about everything, and there was no room to start. Except for Baba Yaga who defends his life, he does not trust anyone on this ship.

And under the appearance of the seemingly wind-burning years, what is hidden is the dark nature that scared him so far. As if ten thousand souls were imprisoned, Koscie brutally squeezed these souls locked in the body, drawing all the power to continue his life.

If this force can be released, I don't know how terrible disaster it will cause.

But now this has nothing to do with myself.

Once the water of the Styx enters the abdomen, then Koscie will definitely die.

It was not a violent poison that was incurable, but a miracle creation taken from the depths of the silver sea.

If the robbing of ash is the essence of the destruction of life, then the water of the Styx is the sediment left when the soul is decaying. It itself represents the decay and destruction of the soul. As long as anyone drinks a drop, the soul will age one year.

And the dose he poured into the Baba Yaga pot was enough for a fourth-order sublimator to weather and die in an instant, not to mention Koscher, who had no time left.

The immortal demon will usher in his death today.

He was not the brave, but the limit of his own life and death.

And he accomplished his task brilliantly, as long as he hides and waits for all the people on this ship to die in the struggle before Koscher ’s death ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Eventually, he will arrive in the New World And become the only winner.

He suppressed his smile with excitement, raised his head, and then saw the burly figure who didn't know when to stand in front of him.

No, it is not so burly, but rather huge, like a giant.

Yin Yan froze in place.

"Sorry, I forgot to ask you before coming in."

Under the hood, a hoarse and mocking voice sounded: "Can I come in?"

Yinyan looked up at him dullly and tried to retreat, but under the cloak of the visitor, a limb like a tentacle suddenly popped up and wrapped around his feet.

"For the sake of being a teammate, I don't want to be too rude. After all, everyone can't help myself."

Then, the visitor slowly twisted his neck, took off the hood, and exposed the familiar face with scars, smiling at him: "Can you give me the potion in your arms?"

At that moment, Yin Yan's expression shrank like a ghost.

"why you……"

Then, darkness struck.

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The dinner full of peace and tranquility came to an abrupt end in hoarse screams.

The sound of the music was cut off, and everyone turned around dullly, looking at the dramatically changing figure on the terrace.

It seemed to swell suddenly.

From the shrivelled body of the old man, a large piece of flesh suddenly swelled up, followed by another large piece ... they walked like a living creature under the loose skin, causing Koszche's body to change rapidly Sometimes tired, sometimes beast-like, to the end, countless tumors and aberrations have uncontrollably emerged from his rickets.

In an instant, he turned into a pile of monsters that seemed to be piled up in mud, barely maintaining the original outline, constantly twitching and struggling.