C24 The Yellow-robed Crewman

You mean to say that there are demons in the world?

This guy's words have no scientific basis at all!

At this time, this hateful guy is still spouting nonsense.

However, Yao Huhu's other questions were answered as expected.

Now that Yao Huhu knew that the broken eyebrows youth's name was Wong Ziyou, but Wong Ziyou's last few words made her suspicious.

In the present year 2221.

In this world that had relied on technology to develop to this point, there was actually someone who said to her that "I sold my soul to the devil" was something that was not scientific.

People who said this kind of thing were usually people who took addictive drugs, swindlers, or mental patients.

Yao Huhu didn't think that this guy called Wong Ziyou was one of these three kinds of people. This guy was just brushing her off!

Because he knew that she had committed a "killer crime," that was why he said that she was the one who had sold her soul to the devil, and that he was the villain!

Right, he still didn't seriously want to answer his question.

His name might have been just a lie, a thought that came up casually.

Wong Ziyou, in other words, didn't you become a dog roaming?

What a cunning fellow. He was probably worried that if he found out about the information regarding him, he wouldn't be able to escape the punishment of the law.

What devil's slave! This kind of nonsense, even a primary school student wouldn't believe!

This guy was looking down on him! Moreover, he gave him the nickname "Pidgeotto!"

Thinking about this, Yao Huhu gritted her teeth in anger. She would not be able to calm down if she did not take revenge.

"Bastard! Stupid dog! Ning Hai will rather fall into the disaster force's trap than to be turned into stone!? Men's knives, Ning Hai, will be able to catch up with Xin Ningzhe's plan to frame him... "

You're still not telling the truth to me!? Do you still think that you can escape? I won't believe your nonsense...

Before Yao Huhu could finish her sentence, her attention was attracted by the two beds on the upper and lower bunks that were emitting "calls" on both sides.

"Creak... creak... creak!"

It was obvious that this stupid dog's hands were just casually placed on the bed.

However, the iron bed frame was currently being kneaded and deformed like rubber.

It was as if there was a pair of invisible hands with greater strength slapping the bed flat and kneading it into a ball.

With an ear-piercing twisting sound, the two-meter-tall bed turned into an iron ball the size of a human's head.

She easily lifted the iron ball made from the two double beds and swung her arms from left to right.

Then, the iron ball made from the double bed was thrown towards the slowly opening hatch.

Like a bowling ball that had been thrown out, the huge iron ball collided with the steel walls of the cabin and the corridor.

"Boom! Boom!"

There were two loud sounds, and the fierce impact shook the entire cabin a few times.

When Yao Huhu turned her head and looked at the cabin door, she saw that the originally iron cabin door had become a big hole.

The surrounding cabins were all twisted and torn apart. The metal balls that flew out and the door of the cabin suppressed a group of men in yellow robes with guns in their hands.

The blue and white uniforms belonging to the crew members could be seen under the yellow robes of the yellow-robed man.

Obviously, the people in yellow robes outside were the same group of people who had shot at them from the previous floor.

Furthermore, they were the crew of the "Gold Child."

In this way, Yao Huhu's original guess was that Wong Ziyou was the one who had killed the passengers and created the "Golden Child" logic became uncertain.

After all, no crew member on any ship would directly attack the passengers without warning.

Unfortunately, Yao Huhu did not have the time to think about the answer and give her the time to analyze the truth.

From the broken cabin door came a howl that did not have the slightest hint of rationality that a human should have.

"And when there is a call from the distant Star Lake, the Great Golden Lord calls forth the chosen child, and he puts on a noble yellow coat, and consecrates a sacrifice called the self, and the pious soul receives great power and wealth, wisdom and eyes that are beyond words, and a spirit that is filled with noble gold..."

It was another chant. It was the same as the group of people in yellow robes holding spears that he had met in the cabin on the previous floor.

Seeing that their sneak attack had been seen through, the men in yellow robes who had dodged the iron balls stopped hiding and started to chant in a loud voice.

They swarmed towards Wong Ziyou, who was standing in the cabin with no way out.

Their faces were filled with madness and their eyes were bloodshot as they pulled the trigger without hesitation.

When they heard the rapid sound of gunfire,

Yao Huhu, who was about to be shot into a sieve by the rain of bullets, still maintained her calm and rationality.

She did not dodge or scream in vain, but continued to grab onto Wong Ziyou tightly to ensure that her body could continue to hang on his body.

She believed that the guy in front of her had a way to solve the current situation, and instinctively felt so for no reason.

It turned out that Yao Huhu's instincts were not wrong.

"Pah!"

There was a loud explosion under Wong Ziyou's feet, and Yao Huhu had the feeling that she was on a roller coaster.

By the time she came back to her senses, Wong Ziyou had already grabbed the neck of an unlucky yellow-robed boater.

Yao Huhu could hear the sound of a human's neck being crushed into a deep-fried dough stick.

Wong Ziyou threw the yellow-robed boater, whose neck was already crooked, at the crowd like a human sandbag.

The yellow-robed boaters, who had been hit by their companions, felt as if they had been hit by a train running at full speed. In an instant, a series of toothy bone fractures and miserable howls rang out.

In just a short blink of an eye, the number of yellow-robed boater that had rushed into the cabin had decreased.

The other yellow-robed boater could not help but be stunned for a few seconds before they stopped chanting their crazy congratulations.

Wong Ziyou would not let go of such an opportunity. An exaggerated counterattack was one of his intentions.

While the yellow-robed boater's movements paused for a moment, Wong Ziyou took advantage of the situation and squeezed into the crowd.

Using his palm to bend the gun and using his fist to smash the sternum and skull.

He threw the yellow-robed sailor out like a human sandbag with powerful killing power.

There were so many yellow-robed boaters, but they could not resist Wong Ziyou who was unarmed.

A fierce scene like a tiger entering a flock of sheep was unfolding in the narrow cabin.

Although these yellow-robed boater had no military training, even the first person with a gun knew how to focus fire.

"And when a call came from a distant Star Lake... Bam-Bam-Bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-b"

The crazy and disgusted chanting accompanied by the rain of bullets from the gathered firearms poured down towards Wong Ziyou.

These two completely different voices merged together at this moment, but no one felt that they were out of place at all. Instead, they made people feel that they were quite compatible.

The cumulative sounds were like a piece of music, and the chanting of the yellow-robed boater seemed to be as cruel and crazy as a bullet.

In the face of the tight rain of bullets and the formation that was no longer scattered and chaotic.

Wong Ziyou lifted up the yellow-robed boater that was being held by the neck and limbs and placed it in front of him.

The yellow-robed boater that was used as a shield was beaten into a pile of rotten meat.

The yellow-robed boater shot at their companions with all their might without any mercy.

He threw away the completely useless corpse.

Wong Ziyou crossed her arms in front of her to protect the girl with the long black hair that was hanging in front of her, and slowly pressed her body down in the rain of bullets that made people feel a burning pain.

Even if Wong Ziyou had the protection of the greyish-white aura on his body that allowed him to take the bullets head-on, it could not be said that the bullets were completely ineffective against him.

Furthermore, there were more than a dozen submachine guns aimed at him and were firing at him crazily. The impact caused by the bullets forced his body to retreat.

If she continued to be passively beaten up, sooner or later Wong Ziyou would turn into a pile of rotten meat.

At the very least, that was what Yao Huhu, who couldn't do anything at this moment.

It was impossible for a normal person to walk out of this crew's cabin alive.