As more people died in the cockpit, the captain and others couldn't sit still and desperately tried to escape. However, the door seemed to be welded shut, no matter how hard they knocked, it was useless.
Gradually, crew members were beheaded or dismembered, all dying in vain, leaving only the captain. At this point, the captain had given up. Holding a fruit knife, he leaned against the iron door, warily looking around.
With a splash, a cutlass pierced the captain's chest. In his dying moments, the captain saw it. He saw the monster that had killed everyone in the cockpit. It was a pirate wearing a sailor uniform and a bandana.
Splash! With another thrust of the cutlass, the captain breathed his last.
Was the person the captain saw truly a pirate? Of course not, it was a sea ghost. As the sea fog enveloped the cruise ship, these sea ghosts had mixed in and boarded the ship. Looking at the corpses scattered across the cockpit, the sea ghost wore an ugly smile, and then his shattered left arm began to regenerate.
Seeing his regenerating arm, the sea ghost's smile widened, and he couldn't wait to rush out of the cockpit to find his next target. After the sea ghost left, the corpses in the cockpit began to bleed. Blood seeped from every pore, until all the blood was drained from the bodies, leaving them like mummified husks dried for centuries. This blood gathered, as if drawn by a force, flowing out through the gaps in the door, across the deck, and into the sea.
"Daddy! Look!" On deck, Xiao Lan exclaimed, pointing at the sea. Following Xiao Lan's gaze, Maori and Jiro Suzuki were stunned. Blood, blood everywhere. They felt as if they were sailing in a sea of blood.
"Something must have happened. Xiao Lan, call the police quickly!" Maori didn't dare to be careless. Such a large amount of blood meant at least ten people had died.
"It's no use, Dad. My phone has no signal."
"Ah!" Just as Xiao Lan finished speaking, a scream came from not far away.
"What... what is that!" A man was seen falling forward, a cutlass stuck in his back. The killer was the sea ghost next to him. Not only Xiao Lan, but many people on deck saw the materialized sea ghost. No one dared to approach, and many were so terrified they turned and fled. However, the deck was only so large, where could they run? Besides, who said there was only one sea ghost?
It was better not to run, but as soon as they ran, the sea ghosts' hunting instincts were instantly ignited, and they began to search for their prey. And so, a sea ghost spotted Maori and his group, brandishing a cutlass, ready to split their heads open. Seeing this, Maori instinctively shielded his daughter. Jiro Suzuki, on the other hand, was more decisive. He drew an old revolver from his waist and fired a shot at the charging sea ghost's head.
Bang! With a shot, a golden bullet directly hit the sea ghost between the eyes. Perhaps the bullet was powerful enough, the sea ghost, after being hit, fell backward, and the right half of his head shattered. With dead eyes staring at the sky, it took a long time for him to recover and stand up, touching his half-destroyed head with his damaged right hand, his face full of menace. Facing the ferocious sea ghost, Jiro Suzuki was not intimidated. He raised his gun to shoot again.
Perhaps it knew the power of the revolver, or perhaps it didn't want to lose the remaining half of its head. The sea ghost showed fear and retreated. Seeing the sea ghost retreat, Jiro Suzuki didn't fire again, but urged Maori and Xiao Lan to hurry. After all, his revolver only had six bullets, and once they were gone, it would truly be over. To be safe, he would avoid shooting if possible.
Jiro Suzuki led the two of them, running. The sea ghosts they encountered along the way, sensing the extraordinariness of the revolver in Jiro Suzuki's hand, mostly chose to retreat and make way. It wasn't because the revolver was that powerful or could cause much damage to them. It was simply that these sea ghosts didn't want their hard-won bodies to become even more tattered. Besides, there were still so many people on the ship; one or two more wouldn't make a difference.
Soon, the three arrived at Jiro Suzuki's room. Pushing the door open, Jiro Suzuki, without wasting any time, quickly opened his suitcase and began to rummage through it. Maori cautiously closed the door. After finding a brocade box in the suitcase and opening it to reveal a thumb-sized ruby, Jiro Suzuki finally relaxed slightly. He tossed the ruby to Maori, saying, "Take this. With it, your attacks can harm those monsters outside."
Taking the ruby, Maori examined it. If it were in the past, he certainly wouldn't have believed that such a small thing could deal with the monsters outside. But after witnessing the power of the revolver in Jiro Suzuki's hand, Maori had no choice but to believe what Jiro Suzuki said. The reason Jiro Suzuki had these items was due to his strong desire to collect things years ago. As the second son of the Suzuki Corporation, the corporation was inherited by his elder brother, leaving nothing for him.
With no pressure, Jiro Suzuki liked to develop various hobbies. Moreover, he was not short of money. If he encountered an old item or a small antique that caught his eye, no matter how expensive, he would buy it without hesitation. These two items were collected by him years ago. At the time, he bought them just for fun. He never expected that as gods and ghosts began to appear later, his items were also identified by so-called priests as having the effect of warding off evil. To be safe, he always carried them with him. Today, they had proven to be incredibly useful.
The massacre continued, but it was not confined to a single cruise ship. It had spread and extended to the entire island nation's seas. After all, it wasn't just the wealthy who were gathered on this cruise ship. Many people chose their own private yachts, and fishermen out at sea were also engulfed. The life energy of all those killed was extracted, and their blood flowed into the ocean, nourishing the sea ghosts hiding beneath the cruise ship. Even the various fish and seafood in this sea area were not spared. With every breath of the sea ghosts, a large number of fish were sucked in, their bodies becoming nutrients for the sea ghosts, their life energy extracted and returned to Bai Qi. The only survivors in this catastrophe were Maori and the other two, who, armed with the revolver and the ruby, held their ground in the room.
Facing this regional catastrophe, Zheng Qi naturally sensed it, but he had no time to deal with it. Because on the other side of the Earth, an important matter was attracting Zheng Qi's attention. That matter was Xi Mu. After being released from hell, Xi Mu had been lying low, recovering his strength. After this period of recovery, Xi Mu felt that he had recovered almost completely and was ready to unleash his full power. At the same time, he set his sights on the magic spheres of ancient human mages.