I, the Great Emperor Fengdu, are you trying to trick me into playing with strange rules?

The

red thunder flashed away, and for a moment, everyone seemed to see countless extra patinas on the hatch, reflecting the rotten head.

"The Great Giant Ship of Terror..."

, all the players were suddenly shocked in their hearts, their expressions were full of solemnity, and the atmosphere was instantly suppressed.

Although the name sounds strange, even a bit like a pirate's nickname, I have to admit that this giant ship does deserve the word horror.

The strange black sea, the treacherous red thunder.

The fact that a ship can sail smoothly in such a harsh environment is enough to explain a lot of things.

Not to mention that it's still a weird world.

The crowd stood silent, silent, and no one responded to the rotten sailor's weirdness.

The rotting sailor was strange and seemed to feel a little bored, and the drooping eyeball, raised like an arm, looked at everyone.

Everyone felt a chill, as if they were being watched by a tentacle monster.

"Hey, hey, don't you have anything to ask? It's so boring, are you guys on board so boring?"

The screams of the imagination, even panic, were not gained, and the rotten sailor was obviously a little dissatisfied, and there was a slight impatience in his tone.

As it spoke, it stepped out from behind the hatch, completely exposed to the deck.

And the people saw it in its entirety.

Except for the place he had just seen, the sailor's strange degree of decay was so severe that there was hardly a place on his body that was not decomposed.

It was like a piece of rotten meat that had rotted for months, and the smell alone made people frown, and the vomit poured in like a tide.

The rotting sailor had only one strange arm, and the other, though it also existed, had a severed hand, only a bare arm, dark brown skin, like a rotting pig's leg, and white worms wriggling on it.

"You... Who is it?"

a rookie player hesitated, gritted his teeth, and asked.

He's the newcomer who just told everyone to stop.

Standing up at this moment, I don't know what the considerations are.

"Me?"

the rotten sailor grinned again, then answered the question.

"I'm the crew of this search steamer, you can call me an old dog. "

What is the name of the bird??

, the newcomer who spoke was full of slander, but he didn't show it on his face.

"Brother Dog, we're new here, don't you know where we need it?" asked

the rookie player with a little flattery.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the rotting sailor's weird rotting head.

They are also full of curiosity about this strange way of being able to communicate.

Perhaps, this mission should be quite easy.

At least for now, Weird is not killing people indiscriminately, but is negotiating amicably.

I don't know how much better this start is than the last two rounds.

Of course, if there were attentive people who were paying attention to Armin's words at the moment, ghostly fire jumped up on his body and covered his surface.

"Hehe..."

The rotten sailor suddenly laughed, his body trembled with excitement, and then in his slimy voice, he said fiercely

, "You really called you, right?"

The rotting sailor's strange soles quickly oozed a cloud of water, and then its body melted like the water, flowing rapidly across the deck, and finally suddenly appeared in front of the rookie player, looking at him with its drooping eyes.

The rookie player's face turned pale instantly, and his pupils instantly shrank to the size of a pinpoint.

He didn't understand, he just said something, why did the other party suddenly change his face?

Could it be that this strange killing law was exactly what he said!

The rookie player couldn't help but feel frustrated in his heart, and at the same time a sense of hopelessness and powerlessness rose.

He had seen the projection of two rounds of the game, and naturally had a certain understanding of the weird attacks.

In this case, it's best not to say anything and do nothing.

But he still stood up, he wanted to try, he wanted to grasp a glimmer of hope.

The rookie player was well aware of the biggest difference between him and the other eight surviving players, as well as the two almost humanoid beings.

It's that he's still an ordinary person.

No weird items, no abilities.

It would be great if you could get something beneficial to yourself in this weird exchange.

And under his observation, the sailor who came out was strange, and there seemed to be no obvious malice.

This is the confidence that he dares to try.

But he never imagined that

sometimes, the weirdness of being able to communicate is more terrifying than the weirdness of not communicating.

"Help me...!" the

rookie player pursed his lips and said in a trembling tone like a cry for help.

The surrounding players quickly dispersed as if avoiding the plague, and kept them as far away from the rookie player as possible.

The rotten sailor was weird, slowly leaned his head over, and then bit off the rookie player's neck violently, and instantly the blood flowed like a pour, pouring on the sailor's weird body.

The rotten flesh on the worn clothes, and the white wriggling worms, were once again watered with blood.

The rotting sailor seemed to enjoy the sensation and thumped until he had drained the rookie player's blood and tossed it aside.

Then he looked at the rest of the crowd with that disgusting and grotesque rotten face.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point....

On the entire giant ship, there was only the sound of waves constantly lapping.

"Take us to the room. A

cold voice came out.

Everyone was frightened and turned their eyes to the person who spoke.

How dare he?!

Now that he has tried, the strange attack law of this rotten sailor is to speak, how dare he still speak!

The person who spoke was Armin.

He didn't seem to care, and the players on either side of him consciously spread out a path, as if they were afraid of the rotten sailor's strange approach.

The rotten sailor's strange eyes narrowed, and he didn't show any signs of action, just looked at him with the drooping eyeball.

Armin's face was calm, and his pale blue pupils were as cold as icebergs.

"Heh... Funny boy. The

rotten sailor laughed strangely, and then, step by step, with a limp, walked towards the hatch from which he came.

As it took a step, a black footprint appeared on the deck.

The black footprints seemed to be sticking to some kind of liquid, and there was a tendency to flow, which made people's hearts skip a beat.

But before he had time to think, the rotting sailor's strange toad-like voice came.

"Give me all your new melons and eggs!"