Chapter 74: Remnants

"Is this demon intelligent?"

Bai Shihang just arrived in the country of drug lords yesterday. He was preparing to go to the East Coast beach to bask in the sun during the day, and then go out to diligently crack down on gangs and eliminate evil at night, combining work and rest.

I just didn't expect to feel a hint of the devil's breath as soon as I landed.

And unlike ordinary demons, this demon took the initiative to submit to him and communicate.

Maybe because of the Eyes of the Goddess, this demon with a superficial wisdom thought that Shiraishi Hang was its creator. Well, this understanding seems to have really hit the mark. In some ways, Shiraishi Hang can indeed be given the title of "Devil Maker".

He just gave it an order, "You are too weak, go play by yourself," and Bai Shihang didn't care about it anymore.

It was just a remnant of the goddess statue demon after its destruction. Its power was pitifully small for Bai Shihang. The most important thing was that the origin of the goddess statue, the Eyes of the Goddess, was in his hands, which meant that he directly controlled the life and death of the demon.

They are too weak. Demons are not capable of parasitism or symbiosis—at least not at this moment. They are not even worth using and may not even be able to defeat human firepower.

The only interesting thing is that this demon is slightly intelligent and has the ability to "develop subordinates", but unless it can grow up on its own, it is not even qualified to be a card.

Bai Shihang collected his thoughts and, while enjoying the sunbath, looked at the gang list he had just collected from a kind-hearted person. Holding a pen, he outlined their fate on it like the King of Hell.

On the fishing boat.

The one-eyed alien hiding in the darkness carefully understood the meaning conveyed by the "Master".

"Weak. I am too weak." The alien's mouth spoke human language awkwardly.

"Master, please, look at me more."

"I am fast, strong and powerful."

Gradually, it calmed down.

And from this dark space, there were a lot of creepy rustling noises coming from it.

Moving the line of sight vertically up a few floors, in the infirmary, old John was lying on the hospital bed having a nightmare, his veiled head constantly turning left and right.

"I didn't kill the person!"

"I didn't cheat on the insurance premium!"

His face with his eyes closed was full of fear and distortion, but suddenly it became calm.

"Please forgive me, my wife."

He suddenly woke up, opened his eyes and sat up, covered in cold sweat and panting, the sheets were wet with sweat.

He shook his dizzy head, hoping to wake up more, but he felt even more dizzy. He felt like vomiting, so he covered his mouth, knelt down next to a trash can, and began to vomit.

He felt that something was wrong with him.

This doesn't seem like the aftereffect of a hit on the head. Why does he feel weak all over, as if something is constantly draining his strength?

Holding on to the table, he managed to stand up and walked to the bathroom tremblingly.

The pale face in the mirror frightened him.

And that belly that just won’t shrink.

"Is my belly really that big?" Old John thought about it and felt a headache. He decided to give up. He quickly washed his face, went to the toilet, and came out again holding on to the wall.

Just as he was about to go out to take a look, a man suddenly rushed into the infirmary. It was young Al. He looked very panicked and glanced at old John, but seeing his extremely weak look and movements, he immediately felt relieved, looked around outside twice, and quickly slipped in.

"Hey, Little Al, I'm going out, what are you panicking about?" Old John asked with a frown.

Little Al first patted his chest to calm down for a while, then said with lingering fear: "We can't go out, you don't know! Joel, Mara and the others are simply crazy, they will cut anyone they see! When you were resting, we searched the whole ship for Peter, and then Joel and the others were knocked out by someone, and there were almost ten people knocked out, and the captain realized something was wrong and stopped the search, and took them all to the restaurant to rest."

"There was nothing unusual when they woke up later, but just now, all of a sudden, Joel seemed to be crazy, saying something weird like 'I want to be a sinner', and started hacking people. Then, Mara, Ward and the others also started to go crazy, and they hacked down several people at once! They really hacked at the neck! Someone is dead!"

Al was so nervous and a little excited that he finally managed to make his words clear.

Old John was puzzled and couldn't believe it: "You mean, they all went crazy just now after being knocked out by someone? I was also knocked out by the mysterious man, so how come I'm fine?"

"Not all of them. Several of them were very weak. Even Joel and the others had become very strong. I saw several of them couldn't be held down. And I don't know why, they didn't attack those who were also knocked unconscious." Al's eyes looked strange.

Old John knocked him on the head with great effort: "What do you mean? Do you think we are in the same group?"

"No, it's just that it's too weird, as if it's some mysterious power, witchcraft, or something supernatural?" Al explained aggrievedly.

"Don't think too much about it, but staying here isn't a solution. Where's the captain? Is he okay?"

"The captain was in the cabin when the incident happened. I think he will be able to bring the ship safely to the shore. We can just hide here. It's only for one day. We can make it through!" Al encouraged.

Old John thought so too. There was no need for Al to lie to himself. He was so weak now that he definitely couldn't run. It was a pity that he didn't have his walkie-talkie and cell phone with him, otherwise he could have contacted the captain to ask about the situation.

"Al, your intercom and your hands. What's with that look on your face?" Halfway through his question, Old John noticed that Al was looking at him with horror, his hand on the door handle, as if he was ready to run away at any time.

"Uncle John, I've heard of Mulan's story, but I think you're definitely not a woman." Al swallowed his saliva and pointed his trembling index finger at John's belly. "Are you...fetal movement?"

Old John was a little dazed. He slowly lowered his head and saw his stomach moving.

It’s so strange, why don’t I feel anything?

"Maybe it's the pump—"

The words are not finished yet.

There was a snap.

A long, gray monster tore through Old John's abdomen, bared its sharp teeth, and bit towards Al's shoulder.

In an instant, the narrow medical room was stained with blood red.

Al screamed in pain and tried to attack and drive away the newly born alien.

Unfortunately, without a weapon, his attacks were completely ineffective.

Old John looked at the big holes in his chest and abdomen and felt that all his strength was rapidly disappearing and his vision was plunged into darkness.

This kind of scene was also happening in the restaurant at the same time.

The murderers did not know why they had just killed someone, but their sins had already met the conditions for the birth of an alien demon.

Then, amidst the sounds of heart-wrenching wails, one after another one-eyed alien baby animals crawled out from the chests and abdomens of these men, bit off their umbilical cords, and devoured their mothers as the first nutrients for their growth.

The original one-eyed alien also walked out of the shadows, ready to take this group of children and capture all the remaining people on the ship.

"I want to be strong."

　Thanks to "book friend 170316101143385" for the reward
　　Thanks to "Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun" for the reward
　　Thanks to "book friend 160705191512047" for the reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)