Mystery: Paradox Path

I don't know if it's because of enough luck that Wright's promotion seems to be so smooth and fast. Almost in a few breaths after drinking the potion, the disordered spirituality has been restrained.

That easy-going appearance was even easier than drinking Sequence Nine for ordinary people.

"Although I didn't take the time to accumulate luck, I still have the luck accumulated in the promotion ceremony, and there is no dangerous feedback from my spiritual perception, so I can set off."

Wright senses his state and quickly adapts to the winner's ability. In the final analysis, the winner can be said to be the sequence with the least extraordinary ability among all Sequence Five, so it does not require a certain amount of time to exercise like other sequences to be able to use it flexibly. Good luck in The "lucky ones" have figured out how to take advantage of them, and bad luck is accustomed to the scourge priests.

He only needs to be roughly used to the increased physical strength and spiritual growth, and then he can quickly enter the battle, and this usually doesn't take much time.

"It's fine." Snow, who had been turning on his spiritual vision, looked at Wright's steady and gentle spirituality, nodded lightly, and the three of them walked out of the tavern and walked towards the passage leading to the first deck.

The hatch here is also closed, but unlike the second floor, the hatch here is closed from the outside.

Here lies the corpse of a crew member, his hands were broken at the root, blood was scattered on the hatch door, sticky and bloody, and there were obvious marks of whiplash on his back, which was no different from the other dead on this floor.

"It felt like these crew members kept the guests below and were killed by the people lurking above."

Sera seemed to talk about her speculation casually, while Snow opened the door directly with magic as before.

Although it is said that the valve can be turned directly this time, if it is possible, no one wants to touch the blood-stained handle.

The hatch was opened with a creaking sound, revealing a deep stairway, but surprisingly, a little fire could still be seen below.

"It's not a fire, it should be a gas lamp." Sera made a simple observation and made a judgment, while Wright was full of the self-consciousness of a winner, and took the initiative to walk ahead to open the way.

After a short flight of stairs, the somewhat messy first deck caught the eyes of the three of them. Unlike the neat third deck and the orderly second deck, this place seemed a lot more casual, except for the cheap canteen and the crew quarters. The next empty warehouse.

The corpses fell on the deck, blood stained the ground. They were wearing all kinds of clothes, and they seemed to be passengers, which was obviously different from the neat sailor suits that died on the second deck.

"The cause of death is not the same." As a keeper under the alias of detective, Sera took the initiative to undertake the task of the autopsy. She opened a corpse, skillfully lifted the clothes, and searched for the wound that caused the death.

After a while, Sera, who had roughly inspected the seven or eight corpses, stood up with a frown, and said with a serious expression:

"These people died of cannibalism."

"Cannibalism? Mental spells?" Wright spread his spirituality with some vigilance, and was warned by his spirituality to avoid seeing Snow. Regarding this situation, Wright had some thoughts in his heart, and realized that his sudden violent After increasing the source of luck, his tone also became more respectful.

"I don't know. Like the corpses above, all the spiritual bodies have disappeared." Sera shook off the blood-stained gloves with some disgust, but she didn't take it off immediately out of rational consideration.

"What's going on with this ship?" Wright wanted to vent his nervousness by stomping his feet, but seeing a layer of blood on the ground, he wisely gave up the idea.

The three of them stepped on the viscous blood plasma and continued to move forward. Compared with the uniform dead on the second deck, the methods of death on this layer can be described as varied.

Some were stabbed to death by knives, some were shot to death, some were beaten to death by blunt weapons, and some were strangled to death. Occasionally, several suicides were even seen.

Without exception, they have lost traces of their spiritual bodies, and their expressions are either hideous or frightened, and they seem to have been strongly stimulated before they were alive.

"If it weren't for the anomalies on the ship, I would suspect that this was instigated." Sera looked at these cannibalistic crew members with a hint of fear in her brows. When Snow heard the words, she immediately thought of Triss. the tragedy.

Wright walked at the forefront without saying a word, acting as his duty of exploring the way. Just as the three of them were about to reach the stern position, his footsteps suddenly stopped:

"I see moss."

"moss!"

Sera and Snow immediately looked in the direction Wright pointed—

It was the corpse of a young man, and his expression was as frightened and ferocious as other corpses, but unlike those corpses, a lot of moss had grown on his lower body, and the smooth visual sense made people want to vomit.

But Snow's attention wasn't on the moss, because he saw an emblem—

It was a combination of the symbols of lightning and storm, representing the holy emblem of the Church of Storms.

"This is a substitute punishment."

Snow made a statement with certainty, and then, a doubt popped up in his mind—

Why can't I see Beyonder characteristics?

Taken away, or...

Snow's eyes refocused on the gray-green moss, and a somewhat unpleasant feeling rose in UU reading www.uukanshu.com.

"Maybe jumping off the boat is a good choice." Wright seemed to have thought of something, and muttered a little pessimistically, Sera shook his head when he heard the words, "This boat is forbidden to even pray, if you can really escape, I don't think these offenders will be blocked by a hatch."

"That's right." Wright sighed and avoided the corpse that was slowly being covered with moss. As he got closer to the stairs to the bottom, there were more and more moss-covered corpses on the way. There were more than five corpses wearing the holy emblem of the Church of the Storms.

"Who?"

Suddenly, three almost overlapping shouts came from the front. Sera shuddered and almost stepped on the corpse next to him. Wright raised the pistol immediately, and Snow took out the Saint of the Night. Emblem, the quiet and serene power spreads along the spread of darkness, and his shadow with mottled dark red also spreads forward along the cover of darkness.

A fireball exuding the power of the sun domain slowly rose, illuminating a section of the cabin a lot, and the light with a purifying effect dispelled the silence of the darkness, and also reflected the three people facing each other.

Snow is no stranger to these three passengers who seem to be fighting at any time. The one who uses the solar field to illuminate is the blue-eyed middle-aged man he has seen in the casino before. Judging from the emblem he wears at this time, it should be the storm. Church punisher.

The young man standing beside him had a handsome face that barely reached the new standard of aurora recruiting. It was the Jack Snow had seen in Serra.

But the most interesting thing was the man who stood on the opposite side of the two, exuding an evil aura. That face belonged to a man who should have died—

Barbosa.