I Got on a Ghost Ship By Mistake and Was Forced To Be the Captain

  Chapter 81 The evil **** is actually myself

   "Boom, boom, boom—"

  On the retro coffee table, the brass turntable of the old-fashioned telephone is surrounded by knobs.

   Every time you swipe, you stay in front of a specific number, gradually forming a group of ordered numbers.

  These numbers are the administrative number of the Baia Kingdom in the Northern Continent...the city number of Leeds, Osway State...the store number of the Fight Club on Central Street...and the room numbers where the members of this large club live.

  Tu Fu steadily operated the digital base built of red solid wood, and lifted a horizontal metal listening barrel connected to the top.

  When the rattling metal rotation of the sliding digital turntable echoes in the silent cabin bedroom, it is a call that symbolizes evil and death is launched towards the coordinates.

  Tu Fu looked up at the monitoring screen from the captain's cabin on the TV in the bedroom, and their every move was under his nose.

   "Drip..."

  After dialing the brainwaves of the extraordinary members of the club, there was a strange buzzing in the ears of the members of the club, and they instantly felt chills all over their bodies, and their hearts felt empty, as if they were in an ice cellar.

  Tu Fu didn't intend to say anything, he picked up one of the "raving charms" in front of him.

   After connecting, he pressed the talisman on the side of the phone receiver, just in time to hear the superman of the club let out a light snort.

   "Filth."

  Tufu moved his upper and lower lips lightly, and used a set of ancient Assyrian phrases as the activation password to lightly activate the engraved runes on the spell.

  The dark characters on the metal sheet shone faintly. Following the guidance of Tu Fu's activation words, it contained the power to roll in the spell.

   At this moment, a violent eruption broke out, and the raving spell made of the amount of pollution stripped from Chef Harry's body ushered in an eruption along the direction of the telephone line at the other end.

   "Om—"

  The first person to be polluted was a Sequence 8 Dream Hunter Agent Barton of the Dreamer Path. Suddenly, countless noisy noises sounded in his ears, and the throbbing in his heart made him suddenly feel a wave of fear.

  Then, this experienced dream-hunting agent did not hesitate to use his own extraordinary power, his eyes turned white, and immediately hypnotized himself to block this series of strange ravings.

  But not only did this low-level method fail completely, but it completely emptied Barton's mind of energy and fell into a strange dizziness.

  Strange ravings rang in his ears, and the chanting that touched the soul moved from far to near, as if it was nearby, yet out of reach.

  Cold, evil, disorderly, and terrifying chaotic sounds filled Barton's mind, and wave after wave of explosive bombardment came.

   "Chi!"

  The young dreamer Barton didn't hesitate, picked up a sharp instrument like a madman and stabbed it fiercely at the eardrum, and the bright red blood flowed out along the ear canal.

  Barton just wanted to laugh, thankful that it was all over.

   But the clanging noise didn't stop.

   This time, an evil and filthy cold voice appeared directly in his head.

"what!"

   With a scream of pain, Barton threw away the sharp weapon in his hand, hugged his head in pain and rolled on the ground begging for mercy, his pupils opened ferociously, and were about to bulge out at any moment.

  The poor guy's body began to swell violently, and the bean-sized sweat beads instantly soaked through the clothes, mixed with the blood flowing from the five sense organs, and rolled all over the place in pain.

  It seemed that something was about to grow out of his body, and Barton was on the verge of losing control in just a split second, and could turn into an unconscious flesh and blood monster at any time.

   "The 'Orderman' did it?"

  Other members of the club saw this terrifying scene, and their first reaction was that the "lawful" was behind it.

   They must have used something forbidden to send pollution over long distances against them.

   Otherwise, this situation cannot be explained at all.

  All the extraordinary people present saw this weird scene, and everyone's nerves tensed up.

   "He is about to lose consciousness, and it will become very troublesome to lose control of the Transcendent."

   Someone backed away anxiously, with a fierce look on his face, "Or, kill him."

  As soon as this proposal came out, several people present frowned at the same time. The purpose of many people joining the club was to use the resources here to speed up the digestion of potions, or to show their loyalty to Bieber and do small things for him.

   It's really reached the point where they want to kill people, which has exceeded the bottom line they can accept.

"what!"

  As soon as the voice of the Transcendent who proposed to kill someone just fell, he was also like the dream-hunting agent who was suddenly attacked just now, and the exact same plot was staged again.

  After he uttered a painful cry without warning, he fell heavily to his knees.

   Also imitating Barton, holding his head with difficulty, weeping bitterly for a while, begging the unknown enemy for mercy, letting the blood seeped from his facial features splash all over the ground.

"Next."

  Tu Fu observed the club site through surveillance with a stern look, and managed to preserve their lives by controlling the power of pollution.

  At this moment, he took over from a **** of order who held the power of life and death, and continued to slide the digital wheel with his finger that accurately entered the coordinates without stopping.

  When each round turns to a set of numbers, one person will be punished accordingly.

On the basis of the string of coordinate numbers formed by Baia Osway State before, just add numbers 01 and 02 behind No. 45, Center Street, the club headquarters, to lock in the number of people present, and you will be able to accurately make people who are more crazy than rap Cursing phone calls to the other party's head.

   Still unable to refuse to listen to the mode.

  He randomly passed this unknown horror to the next unlucky guy time and time again.

  The terrifying pollution that reaches the brain is simply impossible to guard against.

  The fragile expressions of the members of the club are no worse than those of ordinary people who have been raped before. When faced with unknown terrorist attacks, even extraordinary people will be afraid.

  The oldest and strongest human emotion is fear, and the oldest and strongest fear is the fear of the unknown.

  When terrifying ravings erupted in his head, the seventh and eighth extraordinary people continued to fall inexplicably in a short period of time.

   These extraordinary elites of the Fighting Club finally collapsed completely, and neither dreamers or swindlers with powerful mental powers were able to use their extraordinary power to resist.

  The moment the terrifying raving appeared, he was drained of energy.

   And those knights and adventurers are also powerless to fight back. Fortunately, they are more resistant to beating than the rest.

  When the raving plague with a high-level nature broke out among the crowd, it caused countless chaos.

  The person who fell down at the beginning and was about to lose control dragged his companion's arm or calf desperately, and kept muttering, "Help me...help me..."

  In just a few minutes, no one present could run away smoothly. Under such terrifying ramblings, it was not easy to change one's breath, let alone use extraordinary power.

   The nearly out-of-control crazy shouting and wailing in the club turned this place into an endless **** of suspicion.

   "Let's call it a day."

   Until the last person who wanted to run was knocked down, the raving spell in Tu Fu's hand was also used up a lot.

  He never let this group of extraordinary people lose control to death.

   There is really no need for this. He just wanted to use this extreme method to stop the club's extraordinary people, and he didn't want them to ignite the explosives and then increase the casualties.

  Of course he can't solve Fight Club's actions by himself, but he can solve the people who carry them out.

   Even if the means are a bit despicable.

  Looking at the horrific scene from the monitoring angle on the TV, it is comparable to the murder that happened on the "Santa Maria".

  Tu Fu feels more and more that what he is doing now is like an evil god.

   Heh, the evil **** is actually me?

  …

  Central Avenue, outside the club.

   "Not waiting."

  There was a huge movement for no reason in that boxing gym, and the wailing sound spread all over the surroundings, as if something terrible happened inside.

  The brows of Hawkins Lewis, the Captain of the Orderer, became darker, and a bad premonition arose in his heart. He lost his patience and strode forward directly. This action immediately made the members of the Orderer feel nervous.

"team leader!"

   "Let's wait, maybe it's their plan."

   "Don't be fooled."

  All members of the "Order" team are distressed by this reckless captain. Even if Sequence 7 rushes into the encirclement formed by many extraordinary people, it may not be able to gain the upper hand.

  When Caroline struggled to arrive at the fight club, she just missed the best time to persuade.

  When Hawkins broke into the enemy camp alone, a severe headache made her almost vomit blood. After all, she couldn't stop this reckless adventurer captain.

"boom!"

  Despite everyone's dissuasion, the blond Hawkins insisted on going his own way and rushed straight to the club's gate, waving his clenched fist with a powerful wind, and even broke the door lock arranged by the opponent.

   Right at the door, the barrels of gunpowder were all unused, which made many people approaching come up with lingering fears.

   "Why don't you wait until everyone is here?" Caroline yelled at her idiot captain.

  She was holding back her anger and just about to give a lecture, when she saw more than a dozen extraordinary people in the club who were on the verge of collapse, fell to the ground and howled in pain and difficulty.

   Momentarily speechless.

   "Don't worry, everything is under control."

  Hawkins shook his fist vigorously in the air at the guy on the ground, and looked at Caroline proudly with raised brows, "I have said long ago that the most efficient processing often only requires the simplest method."

  (end of this chapter)