"This… how is this possible…"
The madwoman was utterly astonished that the worms were unwilling to burrow into my body. As if stimulated, she repeatedly conjured several more worms and threw them at me, but to no avail.
These worms feared me and wouldn't enter my body. What else could she possibly try?
I suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for the woman infested with worms before me. The joys and sorrows of the world are not shared. If I were in her shoes, I would have gone mad long ago.
Abruptly, the madwoman seemed to recall something, grasping at the last straw like someone about to fall off a cliff.
She impatiently approached me, then grabbed my hand and forcefully pressed it against her bulging areas!
Damn it!
As my hand touched her skin, the worms beneath the surface reacted as if encountering their natural predator, crawling out from the open wounds. It seemed they would turn into a puddle of blood if I delayed any longer.
This sight rekindled a spark of life in the madwoman's eyes. She greedily controlled my hand, moving it across her body, and wherever it went, worms would emerge.
I frowned slightly but did not stop her actions.
The worms were no longer a concern for me. The marks on my body worried me more.
What in the blazes are these markings?!
The madwoman before me was no longer satisfied with merely using my hand to expel the worms. She actually used a dagger to cut my palm, and then sucked on my wound, frantically drawing my blood!
Human blood carries a rusty scent, but she, at this moment, had a dazed expression, as if drinking some ambrosial nectar.
Damn it, are you even human?
In my eyes, the woman before me was no longer human, but rather akin to a rutting beast.
As the woman drank, the bulges on her body diminished, and the grotesque veins on her face disappeared.
However, her body was already so decayed, sustained entirely by the worms. Now that the worms were gone, her body, which had been swollen like a balloon, rapidly shriveled.
Before I could even act, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted on the boat.
I bent down, picked up the gun and dagger from her hand, and prepared to send her on her way.
An accident occurred…
Just as I was about to act, a dry, deafening roar echoed from behind us. The sound was like an engine that hadn't been started for 800 years suddenly roaring to life, enough to cause physiological discomfort.
I disregarded the woman at my feet and quickly turned to look.
In the thick fog, a colossal silhouette slowly revealed itself.
A ghost ship?!
Is it setting sail?
The two sisters and I exchanged bewildered glances, neither of us knowing what to say. Just as I was about to speak, I felt a push from behind. My body swayed, and the small boat beneath my feet began to move forward rapidly, propelled by the ghost ship.
To maintain our balance, the two sisters and I had no choice but to sit down, gripping the sides of the small boat tightly to avoid being thrown out.
This is bad. Who knows where this ghost ship is heading? We cannot stay on this boat any longer!
I wanted to urge the two sisters to disembark with me quickly, but after considering the actual situation, I felt that jumping off was impossible.
From my understanding, large ships like this generate a suction force around them when they set sail. If someone were in the water at this time, they would be immediately pulled under the hull and ground into mince!
I remained somewhat unconvinced. I carefully tore a piece of cloth from the unconscious woman and tossed it into the water.
As expected, the moment the cloth hit the water, it was drawn directly under the ghost ship, vanishing without a trace.
I shook my head, my heart heavy.
"We… cannot leave this small boat now."
Since we couldn't leave the small boat, I simply lay down inside it, cradling my head, and gazed at the sky, resting to recover my strength.
Ow, wait!
My foot suddenly touched the unconscious woman. I quickly got up and found a rope on the boat to tie the woman to the stern.
This isn't because I'm a saint, but because we cannot escape this small boat, and we don't know where the ghost ship will take us.
In this situation, one more person means more strength. Furthermore, all the weapons are with me now. If this woman refuses to cooperate later, she won't have a choice!
After tying up the woman, I turned to the two sisters and comforted them.
Then, I sat down by the side of the boat, closed my eyes, and rested.
The ghost ship continued to sail towards an unknown destination, and no one knew where it would take them…