"Why do they all seem so happy?"

"I don't know. ”

In the corner of the restaurant, Huai Shi looked at the face full of happiness and slowly shook her head.

Is this the hope of freedom, or the joy of arriving in a new world?

It's like TVB says that when we finish this ticket, we will go to Canada, where no one knows us, and we can start again.

As the New World approaches, everything from the past is left behind.

So it was reborn.

This long journey of suffering is coming to an end, so it is time for the final revelry.

The original messy restaurant has been cleaned up and rearranged with the help of a group of people. In a jubilant atmosphere, lights are everywhere.

The purified food is carefully re-cooked and served to the table, which is taken by the guests at their own disposal, and the drinks are taken out of the warehouse in unlimited quantities, piled up with several tall champagne towers, 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 neither unpleasant nor pleasant—and even invited Huaishi, but Huaishi refused on the pretext that she was unwell.

He just sat in the corner of the restaurant, watching it all, and he just felt ridiculous.

It had only been more than twenty hours since the chaos of the wolf plague, but all the suffering and anxiety seemed to have been left behind by them.

It's as if there is an invisible force that is faintly dominating all this, and then guiding everyone's fate back to normal.

"You could call it the gravitational pull of the plot, and all of this is a record of the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone. ”

Ai Qing said: "It's like a calendar with all the schedules written down, no matter what happened in the first two days, there will be no change in what has been scheduled." ”

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

Although she didn't say it directly, her meaning was unmistakable - even with a huge degree of freedom, this is still a record that KP extracted from the Philosopher's Stone.

Past History.

Just as history doesn't change, neither does what happened on this ship—like the identities of the people who boarded the ship and this feast.

and, the end result.

Who in history has this ship reached the Americas?

Nobody knows.

Under the banner of Mayflower, there are probably thousands of ships from all over the world heading to the Americas, but how many of them actually arrived in the Americas?

The more joyful and peaceful the atmosphere at the moment, the more uneasy Huai Shi felt.

It's like sitting on top of a silent crater, and you can feel the heat rising from under your buttocks, and even if it seems to be comfortable for a while, you don't know when the erupting magma will blow you out of the stratosphere along with your bones.

But Lily seems to be having a good time.

Anyway, she hadn't seen anything, and since Parasuscel created her, he had taken her all the way from place to place, living a precarious life of wandering, not to mention anything to attend banquets.

All of this was a new experience for her.

Even the sound of the deaf cello on the stage was heard with relish, and Huai Shi couldn't wait to rush up and beat the broken thing of the violin.

It's torture.

“...... Your right hand is weak, your score is not fine, your technique is loose, your rhythm is slow, and none of your movements are decent!"

When Huai Shi couldn't bear it anymore, he was already standing on the stage, looking down at the guy who played the violin, and his brows furrowed: "Who is your teacher?

The guy who was playing the piano looked at Huai Shi blankly, and after being stunned for a long time, he obediently handed the piano in his arms to him.

"Look good, study hard!"

Huai Shi picked up the bow, replayed his No. 5 Beethoven sonata, and then raised his eyes and asked, "Have you learned?"

The man next to him shook his head sluggishly.

Only Lily in the audience was clapping her hands excitedly, she couldn't hear whether it was good or bad anyway, but she thought it was all good. Huai Shi suddenly felt a burst of weakness, and stuffed the bow back into the guy's hand: "Forget it, when I didn't say it, you can continue." ”

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

“......”

Huai Shi has a mouthful of old blood.

It wasn't until now that he realized that Lily seemed to be ...... A music idiot?

"Okay, whatever you say is what you say. ”

Huai Shi was speechless, picked up the cup and continued to make Lily make him tomatoes and apple-flavored artificial plasma - I have to say, this kind of nutritious meal is simply unpalatable, can't it be normal?

However, she was resistant to all non-experimental alcohol, and Huai Shi's rare opportunity to taste foreign wine was gone.

As the two of them spoke, he noticed a crisp sound in the distance.

It seems to be the sound of a slap.

When he raised his eyes and looked over, he saw Yin Yan that he hadn't seen for a long time, as well as the red slap mark on his face. Baba Yaga, who had been watching this group of travelers with cold eyes, was angrily scolding him, and soon, he brushed his sleeves away and went directly to the terrace outside the restaurant.

Now the one-armed Yin Yan looked extremely embarrassed, and when he noticed Huai Shi's gaze, he glanced at it coldly and turned to leave.

"That guy is playing tricks. ”

In this regard, Ai Qing commented without pity: "Since he was a child, that guy likes to pretend to be pitiful to win the sympathy of others, and then take advantage of the fact that no one doubts him, and secretly and quietly do things." His second brother and sister have been cheated by him a lot. ”

“...... I'll have just one question. Huai Shi sighed for a long time, and her heart was full of curiosity: "Is your house a Longtan tiger's den?"

"The so-called big family, isn't that it?"

Ai Qing said indifferently: "From the moment I was born, the competition began, and whoever can get the favor of the old lady will have status and more money." ”

"Well, I'm glad I'm an only child, right?

Huai Shi rubbed her hands, wanting to find an opportunity to beat this grandson violently.

"If you see him, he must have hid in the first place, and you may not find anything if you follow him. Ai Qing said: "It's right to be on guard, and pay attention to his old concubine...... She and her brother always didn't feel right.

Moreover, there is no place for them in the American genealogy of later generations, and they most likely died on this ship. I'm afraid there are still some risks hidden in the shadows, so be careful. ”

Huai Shi heard the words and looked out the window at the terrace.

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

As if it was still late Parkinson's, Koscher still held his soup bowl, sipping the spoon and the soup in the bowl. The white hair, which was about to fall out, swayed slightly in the wind, revealing a scarred scalp.

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

But all the while, his eyes were quietly staring at the front of the ship.

It is as if you can glimpse the vast land thousands of miles away through the deep barriers between the border and the current situation.

The expression was so focused and solemn.

It's like a child looking forward to a new home.

"Look, Yaga. ”

He whispered, "That's America, our new home." ”

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

Yaga replied hoarsely.

Unexpectedly, this time she did not go crazy and angrily scold her brother, as if she was tired, but leaned back in her chair and stared wearily in the opposite direction to her brother.

"Why did you bring me here?" she whispered to herself, "I'm not like you, brother, I don't have that much ambition or ambition, I'm just a madwoman who is too old to want to die soon."

America is so far away that I just want to go back to my chicken feet house, but my Bobby is dead...... I have nowhere to go back. ”

"Then don't go back!"

Kosce raised his voice, coughing as if angry, and roared: "Don't be nostalgic for the land that has abandoned us, Yaga, put away your unspeakable appearance! get angry if you are angry, be angry if you are not happy, and do not show jokes to the gods who have 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." The grave of my dead daughter and my husband, everything I have is there......

There, I was Baba Yaga, I was a witch, I was an abhorrent alien, but what am I without Slavism?" Yaga covered her face wearily, "I'm nothing, brother, nothing...... I can only be a crazy woman, as long as a good face makes me lose my soul, as long as there are sweet words I will get carried away, what can I do? Tell me, brother, what do I have left!"

Kosche gasped violently and glared at him: "But at least you are still alive, and we still have hope of making a comeback!"

"Don't people like me deserve to die? We deserve to suffer in hell! in the deepest places!"

Yaga couldn't stand his daydreams any longer, and choked up and asked, "Why do you want to force a damned witch to accompany you in your quest for salvation?

"Listen, my sister, don't be fooled by that damn little white face, what does a beam-jumping clown know?

Kosche 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 ......"

"Don't dream, brother, please, at least don't be like them! You know the curse, you always knew it! You're just talking in your dreams, but you can't even lie to me, you can only lie to yourself!"

Yaga interrupted him angrily, her voice hoarse and desperate, and she didn't know how to wake her brother up. Kosche's expression grew angry, and he gasped violently, and tried to speak, but then choked violently.

Flushed.

In the end, it was almost suffocating.

Every time, every time the two argue to the end, he will be like this!

Yaga stared at his face, wondering if it was because he was too weak, or if she wanted her sister to show a little tenderness and mercy to her dying brother.

"It's despicable, brother. ”

Yaga shook her head in disappointment, "You've always been like this, always have been. ”

She took out her potion pot, picked up Kosche's spoon, and poured a drop into his mouth. But this time the usual dose could no longer bring the miraculous effect, and Kosche was still in pain.

She was stunned for a moment, a little panicked, and kept pouring the potion down Kosche's throat, until half a pot had passed, and Kosce barely regained his breath.

But his face turned blue again after a moment of relief.

As if in some pain, countless bruise-purple veins emerged from beneath his loose skin and crawled over him like vines, causing his eyes widen in astonishment, clutching his heart, and gasping violently.

"I feel...... Not too ......"

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of pitch-black blood, and made a difficult sound: "It's not good......"

Syllable!

It seemed that some broken sound sounded from his body, and he was stunned for a moment, and then as if he understood something, his expression suddenly became stunned and shocked, and in the end, it became indescribably hideous.

Look at the sluggish Baba Yaga.

“...... What did you give me a drink?"

"My medicine...... No, my medicine shouldn't be ......"

Yaga looked down at the bottle in her hand, her face turned pale, but then, she couldn't help but scream.

As Kosci had risen from his wheelchair, his thin arms slammed deep into her neck and lifted her off the deck in a rage.

"Slut! you give it to me! Drink! What!"

"I swear! I don't know!"

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

At that moment, Kosche's face was completely beastificent.

So hideous.

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.

In the computer room of the bottom warehouse, Yin Yan, who was hidden in the dark corner, seemed to hear the chaotic sound in the distance, couldn't help but sneer, and looked down at the position of his pocket.

The bottle of the strange potion that would prolong the lives of the living and bring the dead back to life was now hidden in his pocket, in another inconspicuous bottle.

And what was poured into Baba Yaga's silver kettle had already been replaced by the terrifying killer weapon that the character of 'Red Hat' brought to the ship - 'Water of the River Styx'.

This is the reason why everyone is a third-order, and only he is a second-order, and it is also the reason why he completes his secret and kills Kosche.

No, if used properly, with Red Hat's stealth ability, it can even kill anyone on board!

Ever since he came aboard, he had been holding back until now, looking for any chance he could kill Kosche.

As a result, he found that under the appearance of that old thing mentally retarded old man, he was full of vigilance about everything, and there was no room for the slightest attack. He doesn't trust anyone on this ship except Baba Yaga, who protects his own life.

And beneath the appearance of what seems to be the end of his life, there is a dark essence that terrifies him. As if imprisoned by thousands of souls, Koscher brutally oppressed these sealed souls in his body, absorbing all the power to continue his life.

If this power is unleashed, I don't know what a terrible disaster it will cause.

But now it's none of my business.

Once the waters of the River Styx enter the belly, then Kosche will surely die.

It was not an incorrigible poison, but a miracle created from the depths of the Silver Sea.

If the ashes are the essence of the destruction of life when it dies, then the waters of the River Styx are the sediment left behind when the soul decays and dissolves. It itself represents the decay and destruction of the soul, and anyone who drinks a drop will age the soul by a year.

And the dose he poured into the Baba Yaga potion was enough for a fourth-order sublimator to weathered and die in an instant, not to mention Kosche, who was already running out of time.

The immortal demon king will usher in his own death today.

He who defeated was not a brave man, but his own life and death.

He, on the other hand, did his job brilliantly, just hiding and waiting for everyone on this ship to disappear in Kosche's dying struggle.

Eventually, he will arrive in the New World and be the only victor.

He suppressed his excited smile, looked up, and then saw the burly figure standing in front of him at some point.

No, not so much burly, but rather massive, like giants.

Yin Yan froze in place.

"Sorry I forgot to ask you before I came in. ”

Under the hood, a hoarse, mocking voice rang out: "May I come in?"

Yin Yan looked up at him in a daze, trying to retreat, but under the mantle's cloak, a tentacle-like limb suddenly popped out and wrapped around his feet.

"For the sake of being teammates, I don't want to be too rough because everyone can't help themselves. ”

As he spoke, the visitor slowly twisted his neck, took off his hood, revealing a familiar face covered in scars, and smiled at him, "Can you give me the potion in your arms?"

At that moment, Yin Yan's expression shrank in one place as if he had seen a ghost.

"How...... It's you ......."

Immediately after, darkness struck.

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The dinner party, full of peace and tranquility, came to an abrupt end amid hoarse screams.

The sound of the music cut off, and everyone turned their heads sluggishly to look at the violently changing figures on the terrace.

It was as if it had suddenly swelled.

From the old man's shriveled body, a large chunk of flesh suddenly bulged, followed by a large chunk of ...... They walked like living creatures under the flabby skin, causing Koscher's shell to change rapidly, sometimes tiring, sometimes beastly, until by the end countless tumors and aberrations had inexorably emerged from his rickety body.

In an instant, he was transformed into a monstrous mass that looked like a pile of mud, barely retaining its original silhouette, convulsing and struggling.