Chapter 122: Disaster

Zuo Zhicheng tidied up Marie’s body. Then he took out a small bottle from his chest. The bottle was wrapped in many layers. Seeing how careful Zuo Zhicheng was, it seemed like the thing inside was very dangerous.

Jiang Qing saw that the bottle contained a reddish-brown transparent liquid. After the liquid was poured onto Marie’s body, white bubbles started to appear.

Then something shocking happened to Jiang Qing. Marie’s body began to disappear. No, it was not exactly disappearing, but rather being dissolved by the liquid. In just over ten minutes, the body on the ground had completely turned into a puddle of brownish-red liquid. Marie’s body had completely vanished.

Thinking about how a body could disappear without a trace, Jiang Qing said fearfully, “What is that thing?”

“Chromic acid cleaning solution,” Zuo Zhicheng said calmly.

“What?” Jiang Qing thought she had not heard clearly.

Zuo Zhicheng thought for a moment and said, “Corpse-dissolving liquid.”

Jiang Qing understood that, but it made Zuo Zhicheng seem even more unfamiliar to her. Such calm and composed fighting, killing, and disposing of the body—she had never seen this side of Zuo Zhicheng before.

Without realizing it, her gaze toward Zuo Zhicheng had taken on a hint of fear.

Zuo Zhicheng glanced at her and smiled slightly. He was used to this feeling. Killers were often feared, dreaded, or hated by ordinary people—it was completely normal.

Seeing Zuo Zhicheng smile like that, Jiang Qing suddenly felt a pang of sadness for some reason. She said softly, “What do we do now?”

“First, we need to figure out what this so-called Blood Curse is,” Zuo Zhicheng said as he took off his shirt and began examining the wound on his shoulder. “They still have a few companions, but they are very strong. I need to deal with them slowly.”

On his shoulder was a cross-shaped wound. The wound had completely healed, but there were thin red lines spreading out from it, extending a few centimeters. Zuo Zhicheng wiped it with his hand and found that it wouldn’t come off. It felt like a tattoo.

“Is this the Blood Curse?” Zuo Zhicheng thought to himself. “According to Marie, this thing will eventually kill me. His companions must know how to break it. I need to find a way to capture them and interrogate them separately.”

However, thinking about Marie’s strange regenerative ability and the opponents’ formidable strength, Zuo Zhicheng felt a headache coming on.

“There are three left. I can’t take them all on at once. I need to find a way to deal with them one by one.”

Just as Zuo Zhicheng was thinking about this, Jiang Qing beside him said, “How is it? Is there something wrong with the wound? Are you feeling unwell?”

“It’s fine,” Zuo Zhicheng said as he put his clothes back on. He wiped his Dagger and slipped it back into his boot. “Wait here for me. I’m going out for a bit.”

But the next moment, a piercing scream came from deep inside the ship, followed by cries, wails, angry shouts, and mad laughter. It was as if the world outside had suddenly turned into the Underworld.

Jiang Qing’s face paled. “What’s going on?”

Zuo Zhicheng recalled the appearance and conversation of the three blond men. He turned around and placed his hands on Jiang Qing’s shoulders. “Look at me.”

“But outside…” Jiang Qing looked worriedly toward the door.

“Look into my eyes,” Zuo Zhicheng said firmly, pressing her shoulders to give her a sense of stability and reliability. “Something bad might be happening on the ship.”

Seeing Jiang Qing look at him, Zuo Zhicheng tried to speak in a serious and reassuring tone. “I’m going to deal with them now. But they might be very dangerous, so I need you to stay here. Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

“Are they the same kind of monsters as before?” Jiang Qing said with concern. “Do you have to go? There are crew members and guards on the ship. Can’t we leave it to them?”

If he didn’t have Infrared Vision, Zuo Zhicheng might have considered not dealing with these monsters. But with Infrared Vision, he knew deeply that these monsters’ strength was far beyond what the ship’s forces could handle.

Moreover, there was the Blood Curse on him. He was never one to wait passively. He preferred to take the initiative and control the situation himself.

He cupped Jiang Qing’s face in his hands and spoke in as gentle a tone as possible. “You saw it yourself—ordinary people can’t handle these monsters, but I can. I need to capture them before they take control of the situation.”

“Stay here, hide under the bed, and don’t come out no matter what happens. Okay?”

Seeing how serious Zuo Zhicheng was, Jiang Qing nodded instinctively. Then Zuo Zhicheng hid Jiang Qing under the bed. He scattered some red phosphorus-based explosive powder on the floor. Anything that stepped on it would cause an explosion.

“Remember, hide here and don’t come out. Don’t touch this powder—it will explode,” Zuo Zhicheng said finally. “I’ll come back for you later.”

The next moment, after locking the door, he melted into the Shadow and ran toward the source of the noise.

…

On the deck, Charlie was feasting on a crew member. His hands kept digging into the other’s chest and abdomen, and the sound of chewing, like that of rats, was incessant.

After a long time, he finally lifted his head. Under the pale moonlight, he had a face similar to Marie’s—the same wide-open mouth and rows of teeth like piranhas.

The only difference was that his gums, the corners of his mouth, and his chin were still stained with the victim’s flesh and blood.

Without knowing what he had pulled out of the other’s body, he threw the bloody mass into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

“Peter, Quinlin, how much longer? I can’t hold back anymore.”

“Be patient, Charlie, my friend,” Peter said, holding a pale, tender arm and gnawing on it as if it were a lamb chop. “The crew on the deck are enough for us to eat. The rest must be handed over to Quinlin to be taken to the island.”

Dozens of crew members lay in pools of blood on the deck. The sails on the mast had been lowered at some point, and the entire ship was floating motionlessly on the sea.

On the other side of the deck, the short and stout Victor opened his mouth wide. A thick thigh was lodged in his throat, and he was slowly swallowing it.

“All tough and old man meat,” he said, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He gave a bloodthirsty smile. “I want to find some women to eat.”

Hearing this, Charlie also licked his lips. “Peter?”

“Alright, alright,” Peter said helplessly. “Bring one for me too. One each, no more, or Quinlin will kill us.”