NABC Chapter 661 Plot Unfolds
Chapter 661 Plot Unfolds
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Yu Shijiu thought—after all, Wu Ge boarded the ship for his sister's sake, so how could he possibly let his sister die because of such an absurd "sacrifice"?
Speculating on what will happen after Wu Ge learns of his sister's death... Yu Shijiu reached out and pinched his nose, which was a little hard to breathe.
However, with the plot developing to this point... the possibility of Angkor Wat being the BOSS has increased even more.
I thought—after all, Angkor boarded the ship for his sister, so how could he possibly let his sister die from such an absurd "sacrifice"?
Speculating on the possibility that Angkor would later learn of his sister's death, Yu Shijiu reached out and pinched his nose, which was a little hard to breathe.
However, with the plot developing to this point... the possibility of Angkor Wat being the BOSS has increased even more.
The intense and absurd sacrificial ritual ended when the girl on the pillar completely stopped breathing.
As she lay dying, Wu Huimin's resentful eyes were wide open, her bleeding eyeballs almost overflowing their sockets, slowly dripping bloody tears. Blood continued to flow from her throat, washing over her as the rain washed over her, gradually flowing onto the heads, legs, and hands of everyone kneeling and kowtowing on the ground...
Wu Huimin's blood "stuck" to everyone.
"They've gone mad...they've all gone mad..."
On the other side, the short-haired woman and the curly-haired woman, who had finally caught their breath, huddled together. The former coughed and muttered to herself:
“They’ve all gone mad…they’ve all gone mad…the next one…if…if it doesn’t work…if the downpour doesn’t stop…who will be the next sacrifice…”
Yu Shijiu's gaze unconsciously fell on the two of them, seeing the fear gathering in the curly-haired woman's eyes, and also seeing the short-haired woman's face covering gradually disappear.
It was a face that didn't look very old, in his early twenties, but it was pale, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were deathly still, as if he had already guessed what would happen next, his brows filled with despair.
When disaster strikes...who will die first?
The ending can be imagined.
Even if... her status is "a little" higher than others—but in the face of death, who is more noble than whom?
Yu Shijiu felt a tightness in his chest. He pursed his lips and turned his head, only to realize that the area around him made of wool was gradually twisting and collapsing.
Time is up.
Yu Shijiu thought.
As the environment began to dissipate and distort, Yu Shijiu saw the "guests" who had been kneeling on the ground stand up. The burly man at the head of the group lowered his head and wiped his knife with a towel, his voice calm:
"Is there not much food left in the kitchen?"
Yu Shijiu's pupils contracted slightly.
"……Yes."
Someone whispered, "There are so many of us... we don't have enough food."
“The crew has run out of food,” another man said. “They sent men up last night saying they wouldn’t set sail unless they got food.”
"...Tsk, the lower class is just the lower class. They dare to threaten us with death for a little food."
The burly man chuckled, sheathed the cleaned knife, and said:
"After the ceremony ends in the evening, a few people will come and cut the flesh off the 'sacrificial offering.'"
"...Isn't this...not a good thing?"
These are a few individuals who still struggle with their humanity.
"not too good?"
Another person, seemingly insane, grabbed their collars and growled:
"Then what are we going to eat? What will we eat after we distribute the food to the crew? Tell me, how many days can the food in the galley feed so many of us?!"
"Two days."
Someone mumbled, "It'll only last two or three days."
"..."
Those who had raised objections fell silent.
In the face of life and death, certain moral principles are of no use at all—of course, they simply ignore these "rules" anyway.
A truly law-abiding and ethical person would never repeatedly come aboard this ship.
"Alright," the burly man growled impatiently, "Forget about them, we still have to eat even if our food supply doesn't keep up!"
"Are you just waiting to starve to death if you don't eat?! You," the burly man grabbed another man's collar, "tell me, do you want to starve to death?"
"No, I don't want to."
The man shook his head frantically: "I don't want to starve to death... I'm so rich, I can have anything I want... Why would I want to starve to death in a place like this..."
"Isn't this right!"
The burly man said, "None of us want to die! What's wrong with eating some meat? One person's life or death is at stake for so many of us! Why should we say no to such a profitable deal?"
"..."
Countless fawning voices rang out, the burly man's voice grew louder and louder, and his body began to twist and swell as the illusion disappeared.
As the final image disappeared, Yu Shijiu finally recognized who he was.
—It's that overweight male customer who's ridiculously obese and keeps saying he only eats vegetables.
It was him.
As boundless dizziness and darkness swept over his brain, Yu Shijiu thought of the other person's fat body and the "goatskin" that was about the same size as his own, and a guess flashed through his mind.
...If game instances can be distorted and exaggerated according to the will of any NPC character...then the man's exaggerated fat, which looks exaggerated to ordinary people, may also be the result of this.
Because he attempted to eat "people".
Because he believed that some people's lives didn't matter... he gained more weight, and his body began to grow exaggeratedly fat, to the point where people could eat as much as they wanted...
Yu Shijiu's head began to throb with a sharp, needle-like pain. He clutched his head in the darkness, curled up, and fell into a deep sleep.
In the last second before he fell into a deep sleep, it seemed as if someone pushed open the cabin door in the distorted darkness around him. A tall, dark figure stood by the door, looking at Wu Huimin, who was bound to a pillar, with only her head still the same as before.
Who is that?
Yes……
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The rainstorm intensified on the third day.
When Xu Han woke up from the noise of the heavy rain, he saw "Feifei" squatting next to Yu Shijiu, constantly pushing Yu Shijiu's face with its paws.
"...Fatty?"
Xu Han's whole body ached from sleeping; the environment of the dormitory was so bad that he couldn't get a comfortable sleep at all.
"Why are you pushing Shi Jiu? He'll wake up soon."
"Fatty" glanced at him sideways, and for some reason, Xu Han felt a chill run down his spine from his gaze.
What's wrong? Why has Fatty suddenly become so cold?
Thinking he had misread it, Xu Han slapped his face hard, wincing in pain. He then saw several crew NPCs with grim faces hurriedly putting on their clothes and leaving, seemingly muttering something under their breath.
Questions like, "Why does it keep raining so much? How do they keep driving?"