The ghost ship that wanders the sky since the pirates

Chapter 7 Experiments
"This is Laura's secret, if you want to know, go ahead and dream!"

After deliberately telling some information, Lao Qiang couldn't help but feel good when he saw the curious swordsman scratching his head anxiously.

Even the half-dead mood that was angered by Hank before was released at once.

Tit for tat, make you mad at me.Why didn't I tell you?

"Don't! Old Gun, what's the relationship between us? Just tell your brother! Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep well today!"

Lao Qiang, who is familiar with Hank's gossip and obscene swordsman character, of course knows that Hank is not lying. If he doesn't tell the swordsman, this guy may really be so curious that he can't sleep at night.

But isn't that right?
Isn't it possible to avenge the one-shot revenge that made him half-dead just now?
Haha!

The more he thought about it, the happier Lao Qiang couldn't help laughing out loud!

Anyway, he won't tell the swordsman that secret recently, hehehe!

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Looking at the two guards making a mess, Moriarty shook his head, and then drifted silently towards the interior of the gathering place.

From the two people who can make a fuss at the guard entrance, Moriarty can roughly judge the quality of the personnel in this gathering place.

It is no exaggeration to describe these people as mobs.

No wonder those senior members of the Victims Association would rather go alone than stay here, because sometimes it is actually more dangerous than they go alone.

After going deeper, Moriarty found that the underground tunnel seemed to be a bit disorganized. It was unknown whether it was dug like this on purpose, or it was caused by random digging without any plan at all. Presumably, it was mostly the latter!
After entering a cramped small room, Moriarty discovered that a dozen or so people were crowded into this small space of less than seven or eight square meters.

Some of these people were sleeping soundly, and some leaned in the corner with blank eyes in a daze.

what!
Moriarty's eyes lit up when he saw the dull-eyed people in the corner.

"The spirits of these guys seem to have been severely hit, and they actually have a little bit of will to die. They seem to be able to force me to possess them!"

Although Moriarty was a little moved, he didn't recklessly possess him.

Instead, he patiently checked all the excavated rooms one by one.

There are a total of twenty or so rooms, some big and some small. The big ones can accommodate a dozen or twenty people, while the small ones can only accommodate two or three people.

Not all of them are miscellaneous fish, there are obviously more powerful people living in three rooms, and the blood radiating from them is like an oven burning Moriarty's spirit body, making Moriarty He didn't dare to get close at all. Although it was not as good as the giant scythe Michael Lev he had encountered before, he was still very powerful.

Sensing the clear distinction between the people living in these three rooms and the others, Moriarty thought deeply.

The people in these three rooms should all be strong people who have stepped into the extraordinary level!

After wisely bypassing these three rooms, Moriarty came to a relatively remote room dug in a corner.

This room is actually not bad. There is even an exhaust hole hidden in the weeds on the top of the room, which makes the air in the room not so turbid. Compared with most rooms here, it is undoubtedly better. Not a lot.

But whether it is the people in the room or the other people who are far away from here, this room is probably not that good.

Because this room is for those who are sick.

Whether it is trauma or internal injuries such as colds, other people in the gathering place will throw them into this room to fend for themselves.

Everyone is happy if they survive, but if they fail, they can only accept their fate.

Things like medicines are extremely precious resources here, and it is obvious that these things are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Whether it is wound inflammation, festering, or catching a cold, it is a very fatal thing on this dark and humid island.

In addition, the cold can still be contagious, which makes others feel like a scourge in this room.

And the people lying in this room were Moriarty's targets this time.

This time, Moriarty planned to try another ability of his own.

Possessed!

This is a skill that appeared in Moriarty's mind after he was transformed by the Ark of the Other Shore.

It seems that in the myths and legends of Moriarty's previous life, both Western ghosts and Eastern ghosts have similar skills, so Moriarty is not surprised.

In this room, there are currently three people lying there. A young man has a high fever due to an inflamed wound on his thigh. The other two are an old man and a thin young man. They both came in after catching a cold.

That old man was already on his deathbed under the infection of the wind and cold!

And although the young man was a little dazed because of the high fever, depending on the young man's physique, he might be able to survive this catastrophe. Among the three people in the room, he had the greatest hope of surviving.

After glancing at the three people, Moriarty no longer hesitated, and directly got into the old man's body.

Because the old man was already on his deathbed, Moriarty successfully suppressed the old man's consciousness and took over the body!
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In the darkness, the dying old man opened his eyes again, then struggled to sit up.

Feeling the strong rejection from the body and the weakness from the soul, Moriarty, who barely sat up, sighed.

"Sure enough, isn't it okay?"

Moriarty, who originally had strong expectations for the skill of possession, suddenly felt extremely disappointed after experiencing this ability formally for a while.

Really, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

After being possessed, it seemed to Moriarty that he had put on a heavy armor of flesh and blood, which made him extremely depressed.

And it doesn't give him the slightest sense of being alive.

He can't feel anything like taste, smell, pain, etc.

"Forget it, I didn't expect to 'live' so easily!"

After a simple experiment, Moriarty quickly got out of the old man's body.

In just a few minutes, Moriarty felt that a lot of his strength had been consumed.

This made him shake his head.

"Forget it, I'd better upgrade my strength to the first level according to the original plan!"

After being tossed by Moriarty, coupled with the erosion of the ghost power of the Yin attribute, the old man who was already on his deathbed soon burped.

And Moriarty once again gained a ray of soul power.

(End of this chapter)