Chapter 147 Hometown and New Hometown

Chapter 147 Hometown and New Hometown

"Why do they all look so happy?"

"have no idea."

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

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

It's as if TVB said that we will go to Canada after this vote is completed, no one there knows us, and we can start over.

As the New World approaches, all the past is left behind.

So it was born again.

This long journey of suffering is coming to an end, so the last carnival is ushered in.

The original messy restaurant has been cleaned up and rearranged with the efforts of everyone. In a beaming atmosphere, there are lights and festoons everywhere.

The purified food was re-cooked carefully and served on the dining table, and the guests could take it by themselves. The wine was taken out of the warehouse without limit, and several tall champagne towers were piled up, reflecting the crystal light.

The survivors who put on 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 not unpleasant but not pleasant either—someone even invited Huai Shi, but was rejected by Huai Shi on the grounds that she was unwell.

He just sat in the corner of the restaurant, watching all this, only to find it extremely absurd.

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

It was as if there was an invisible force subtly guiding all of this, and then leading everyone's fate back to normal.

"You can call it the gravity of the plot, all of which are originally recorded in the fragments of the Philosopher's Stone."

Ai Qing said: "It's like a calendar with all the schedules written. No matter what lightning strikes happened two days ago, the scheduled items will not change."

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

Although she didn't say it directly, her meaning was revealed without doubt—even though she has a huge degree of freedom, this is still the record extracted by KP from the Philosopher's Stone after all.

past history.

Just as history will not change, neither will what happened on this ship—like the identities of those who boarded it and this banquet.

And, the final result.

In history, who on this ship arrived in America?

Nobody knows.

Flying the flag of the Mayflower, there may be tens of thousands of ships from all over the world heading for America, but how many alien species have actually arrived in America?

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

It's as if sitting on top of a quiet crater, you can feel the heat rising from your buttocks, even if you seem to be temporarily comfortable, but you don't know when the erupting magma will blow you out of the stratosphere with your skin and bones.

But Lily seems to be having a good time.

Anyway, she has never seen anything. Since Parasussell created her, she has led her to wander all the way, leading a precarious wandering life, let alone attending a banquet.

All this is a new experience for her.

Even the deaf man on the stage saw the sound of the cello, Huai Shi wished she could rush up and beat up that crap playing the violin.

It was torture.

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

When Huai Shi couldn't take it any longer, she was already standing on the stage, looking down at the guy playing the piano, frowning: "Who is your teacher? Can you get on stage if you play like this?"

The guy who was playing the violin looked at Huai Shi blankly, and after a long pause, he obediently handed the violin in his arms to him.

"Look well, study hard!"

Huai Shi picked up the bow and played his Beethoven Sonata No. 5 for him again, then raised his eyes and asked, "Have you learned it yet?"

The person next to him shook his head dully.

Only Lily below the stage was clapping her hands excitedly. Anyway, she couldn't tell whether it was good or bad, but thought it was pretty good. Huai Shi suddenly felt powerless, and put the bow back into that guy's hand: "Forget it, pretend I didn't say it, and go ahead."

Seeing his helpless look, Lily comforted him kindly: "Don't be depressed, even though he's a little worse than him, it's already pretty good."

"..."

Huai Shi mouthed old blood.

It wasn't until now that he realized that Lily seemed to be...a tone-deaf?

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

Huai Shi was speechless, picked up the cup and continued to sip the tomato and apple flavored artificial plasma that Lily made for him—I have to say, this kind of nutritious meal is simply terrible, can't it be normal?

However, she was in a state of resistance to all non-experimental alcohol, so Huai Shi's rare chance to taste foreign wine was just gone.

Just as the two were talking, he noticed a crisp sound coming from a distance.

It sounded like a slap in the face.

Raising his eyes to look over, he saw Yin Yan, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and the big red slap mark on his face. Baba Yaga, who had been watching the group of passengers coldly and happily, was angrily scolding him, and soon, he walked 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 gave him a cold look, turned and left.

"That guy is playing tricks."

Regarding this, Ai Qing commented mercilessly: "Since childhood, that guy likes to pretend to be pitiful to win other people's sympathy, and then secretly make troubles when no one doubts him. His second brother and younger sister are no less Got tricked by him."

"...I just have one question." Huai Shi groaned for a long time, full of curiosity in her heart: "Is your house some kind of dragon's pond or tiger's lair?"

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

Ai Qing said indifferently: "From the moment she was born, the competition began. Whoever can win the old man's favor will have status and more money."

"Well, I should be glad that I am the only child, right? Do you want me to follow?"

Huai Shi rubbed her hands together, wanting to find a chance to beat up the grandson.

"When you see him, he must be hiding immediately, and you may not find anything if you follow up." Ai Qing said: "It's just right to be more prepared. Also, pay attention to his old concubine... She and her brother just don't feel right.

Moreover, there is no place for them in the American genealogy of later generations, and they have a high probability of dying on this ship. I'm afraid there are some risks hidden in the dark, so be careful. "

Upon hearing this, Huai Shi looked out the window at the balcony.

Right next to Baba Yaga between the rows of seats with parasols, he saw the old man in the wheelchair.

As if he was still in the late stage of Parkinson's, Kosche was still holding his soup bowl, sipping the spoon and the thick soup in the bowl. The white hair that was about to fall out swayed slightly in the wind, revealing the scarred scalp.

The trembling movements always make people sweat, and make people wonder if he still has the strength to travel.

But from the beginning to the end, his eyes were quietly staring at the front of the ship.

It seems to be able to glimpse the vast land thousands of miles away through the deep barriers of the border and the current situation.

That expression is so focused and solemn.

Like a little kid 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 outcast by Rome."

Yaga replied hoarsely.

Unexpectedly, this time she didn't go mad and scold her brother angrily, as if she was tired, she just leaned on the 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 such big ambitions, I'm just a crazy woman who is too old to wish she could die soon.

America is too far away, I just want to go back to my chicken foot house, but my Poppy is dead too... I have nowhere to go back. "

"Then don't go back!"

Kosche raised his voice, coughing and growling as if angry: "Don't miss the land that abandoned us, Yaga, put away your shameful appearance! If you are angry, get angry, if you are unhappy Just be furious, don't make fun of the group of gods who abandoned us!"

"But what's the use of being angry? Can it make 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 And my husband's grave, where all my...

There, I am Baba Yaga, I am a witch, I am a hated alien, but what am I without the Slavs? Yaga covered his face wearily, "I'm nothing, brother, I'm nothing...I can only be a crazy woman, as long as I have a good-looking face, I will be distracted, as long as there are sweet words, I will forget myself , what can I do? Tell me, brother, what's left of me! "

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

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

Yaga couldn't stand his daydream anymore, and asked, holding back his sobs: "Why do you force a damned witch to accompany you to seek salvation? Brother, tell me! Shouldn't we have died a long time ago? "

"Listen, my sister, don't be fooled by that damned boy. What does a clown know? Are you going to be manipulated by a toy?"

Kosche stared at his last relative, and told him word by word: "Yaga, people always need a new start, no, we will have a new start..."

"Stop dreaming, brother, please, at least don't be like them! You know the curse, you've always known it! You're just talking in your sleep, but your sleep talk can't even fool me, only yourself!"

Yaga interrupted him angrily, his voice was hoarse and desperate, and he no longer knew how to wake up his brother. Kosche's expression also became angry, panting violently, and wanted to speak, but then coughed violently.

Red in the face.

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, not knowing whether it was because he was too weak, or he wanted his sister to retain a little tenderness and compassion for her brother who was about to die.

"That's despicable, brother."

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

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

She froze for a moment, a little panicked, and kept pouring the potion down Kosche's throat, until half a pot passed, and Kosche reluctantly regained his breath.

But after a moment of relief, his face turned livid again.

As if enduring some kind of pain, countless purple blood vessels emerged from under the loose skin, crawling on his body like vines, causing him to widen his eyes in astonishment, cover his heart, and gasped violently.

"I don't feel...not quite..."

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

Snapped!

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

Looking at the sluggish Baba Yaga.

"...you, what did you give me to drink!"

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

Yaga looked down at the bottle in his hand, his face was pale, but then he couldn't help screaming.

Because Kosche had already got up from the wheelchair, his skinny arm suddenly went deep, pinched her neck, and angrily lifted her from the deck.

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

"I swear! I don't know!"

Yaga burst into tears and screamed, "I don't know anything! Really!"

At that moment, Kosche's face completely turned into a beast.

so hideous.

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

The original bottle of magical potion that can prolong the life of the living and bring the dead back to life is now hidden in his pocket, in another inconspicuous bottle.

And Baba Yaga's silver pot had already been replaced by the terrifying weapon that the character 'Red Hat' brought aboard - the 'Water of the River of Styx'.

This is the reason why everyone is Tier 3 and only him is Tier 2. It is also the reason for completing his secret and killing Kosche.

No, if used properly, combined with the red hat's ability to hide, it can even kill anyone on board!

Since boarding the ship, he has been restraining himself until now, looking for any opportunity to kill Kosche.

In the end, he discovered that under the appearance of that old, mentally handicapped old man, he was actually full of vigilance towards everything, and there was almost no room for him to strike. He didn't trust anyone on the ship except Baba Yaga, who stood up for his own life.

And under the seemingly dying appearance, what is hidden is the dark essence that has terrified him until now. As if tens of thousands of souls were being imprisoned, Kosche brutally squeezed these souls locked in his body, absorbing all the strength to continue his life.

If this power is released, I don't know what kind of terrible disaster it will cause.

But now it has nothing to do with me.

Once the water of the Styx enters his belly, Kosche will surely die.

That is not an incurable poison, but a miraculous creation extracted from the depths of the Silver Sea.

If the ashes of robbery are the essence of the shattered life when it dies, then the water of the Styx is the precipitation left when the soul decays and collapses. It itself represents the decline and disintegration of the soul. Anyone who drinks a drop will age the soul by one year.

And the dose he poured into the Baba Yaga medicine pot was enough for a fourth-order sublimator to weather and die in an instant, let alone Kosche, who was already numbered.

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

He is not a brave man who wins, but his own life and death.

As for him, he has accomplished his mission brilliantly, as long as he hides and waits for everyone on this ship to be wiped out in the struggle before Kosche's death.

In the end, he will arrive in the New World and become the only winner.

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

No, rather than being burly, it should be said to be huge, like a giant.

Yin Yan froze in place.

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

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

Yin Yan looked up at him dully, trying to back away, but suddenly a tentacle-like limb popped out from under the comer's cloak, wrapping around his feet.

"For the sake of being a teammate, I don't want to be too rough, after all, everyone can't help themselves."

As he spoke, the visitor slowly twisted his neck, took off his hood, revealed the familiar face covered with 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.

"why you……"

Then, darkness struck.

The peaceful and tranquil dinner came to an abrupt end amid hoarse screams.

The sound of the music was cut off, and everyone turned their heads dully, looking at the drastically changing figure on the terrace.

It seemed to suddenly swell up.

From the shriveled body of the old man, a large piece of flesh and blood suddenly bulged, followed by another large piece...they were like living creatures swimming under the loose skin, causing Kosche's body to change rapidly, Sometimes tiring, sometimes animal-like, in the end, countless tumors and distortions emerged from his rickety body irresistibly.

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

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