The sea breeze roared, the Kuroshio surged, and the pirate banner of the skull was deadly silent. Only the dry howls from Luo Wei from time to time, the sound was getting smaller and smaller.

The deck was stained with blood and scum, and the slaughtering pirates stopped their movements tacitly. All eyes were focused on Via, listening to the sour chewing sound.

Like a stop sign at the end of the movement, the fighting stopped in an instant, the pirate on the first mate's face turned pale and threw down the weapon in his hand. , fell to his knees on the ground.

Via was still chewing, as if to savor the taste between his lips and teeth.

There are not many pirates who can still stand, no more than 10 in total, and the other pirates are all slumped on the deck, or silently dying for a long time, or weakly breathing and hanging their last breath, or seriously injured and unable to move. groan.

crunching...

The sound of heavy footsteps on the wet and greasy deck was surprising. A group of pirates turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound. Two sneaky figures were dragging a... corpse?

The man on the ground was pale, and he couldn't tell if he was still breathing. He was dragged by the ship's doctor and Fick's ankle, and his upper body wiped long bloodstains on the ground.

"What are you doing?" a shirtless pirate asked with wide eyes.

The pirates who had just fought each other had a strong suffocating energy around their bodies, and when they pressed their mouths, they immediately felt the breath of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood rush towards them, and the ship doctor's face immediately turned pale.

Via swallowed and spit out some fine scum with blood. He wiped his lips and turned to look at the ship doctor and Fick, frowning first.

The ship doctor's throat was dry, and he let go of his palm unconsciously, letting his ankle hit the deck heavily, and then a cough came from the unconscious pirate under his feet.

"Save... save people!" The ship's doctor confronted Viva's gloomy and obscure face and said bravely, he would never lose his head and say it was because the captain needed fresh corpses.

Her ears trembled slightly, and the picture in front of her appeared freely in Via's mind, and at the same time recalled that it seemed that the ship doctor had indeed asked Yaerlin to report something.

What's going on? The subsequent series of changes are too hasty, and he has no time to think about it. How could he have thought that all this was carefully designed by Yaerlin after calculating the time. , leaving no time for anyone to doubt and think.

"Insects? Corpses? Autopsies?"

Recalling it in Via's mind, her face turned slightly sullen. Although it sounded a bit unbelievable, it should have nothing to do with Lowe's rebellion.

"Well, you're fine, keep doing your business, check the results and report back to me." Via felt a little relieved in his heart, this ship doctor is a loyal talent.

"Yes!" The ship's doctor nodded hastily, and hurriedly moved towards Fiknunu's mouth. The two of them laboriously dragged the dead living person to the morgue.

Look, look... how loyal this is, the battle outside is shocking, and the ship doctor is still meticulously completing the things I told him, which is more worry-free. Compared with the ship doctor, other pirates are It's a **** bastard.

With this thought in Via's heart, his face became gloomy and gray again, and all the pirates were naturally frightened by the change in his expression.

"Tie all of Lowe's people to me, and I have to think about what to do with them." Via leaned on the sword, and his voice was gloomy: "What other **** are still alive, it's too dark, report yours Come in with your name and let this captain take a good look at you."

Soon, a group of pirates reported their names, and Via counted the remaining 9 people. He expressionlessly selected an unshaven pirate to be promoted to first mate.

Unshaven was extremely happy, and soon entered the state to give orders, and found a hemp rope to tie all six pirates including Gucci into a ball around the mast.

Via appeared in Old Moore's room by himself, squatting silently beside Old Moore's body, and gently stroked the muzzle of Old Moore's vest with his palm. After a while, he retracted his palm and turned to face William, who was pale.

Since just now, William has been lying half-lying against the wall, wrapping the wound with a piece of cloth torn from his clothes, and then hiding here without going out.

"You said Shaqiri shot and killed Old Moore? Then shot you again?" Via's voice could not be heard, but the hairs on William's whole body stood on end.

"Yes, it's my fault for reacting too slowly. I'm not Shaqiri's opponent. If I can react faster, Old Moore won't die." William's voice was weak and sad.

Via snorted coldly, squatted down suddenly, a head almost pressed against William's face, he looked at Via's black and white eyes without a trace of blood, and goose bumps appeared on his back.

William held his breath. He opened his eyes and stared at Via's forefinger as it slid across his chest. The sharp nails made his skin tingle. He slipped all the way down to his lower abdomen and stopped~lightnovelpub.net ~ The next second, Via screamed in pain.

It turned out that Via suddenly tore off the tangled cloth, and rudely inserted his index finger into his wound, stirring it. After a while, Via stopped stirring and stretched out his finger. A blood-stained bullet fell to the ground and emitted a crisp sound. collision sound.

William was all out of strength, swinging like a sieve, his mouth wide open and out of breath.

Via picked up the rag and wiped off the blood on his hand, and said in a slow voice, "The bullet should be taken out as soon as possible, and the wound should be bandaged by the ship's doctor."

"Thank you, thank you Captain!" William forced out a smile, but he was afraid for a while. He was fortunate that he followed Yaerlin's orders and shot himself cruelly. Otherwise, he would be a corpse at this time.

It wasn't until the sound of Via's footsteps that it took another full two minutes before William slowly got up from the ground. He lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm. He quietly probed out to observe that there was no one around, and then walked cautiously to the closet. , opened the cabinet, where Bill was curled up into a dead body motionless.

He took a long breath, slowly closed the cabinet tightly, covered his stomach and walked outside, and closed the door again.

On the lower deck, Fick and the ship doctor were like two busy rats, dragging one living person after another, and then repeatedly inspecting each seemingly dead corpse, trying to "pick up" more. A living thing or two.

"Everything is in the man's calculations. Lowe is dead. It's Wea's turn next. No one can stop Yaerlin."

Those who move in are living people, and when they come out, they will all become the devil's minions.

William stared at the light in the morgue. The light in the darkness did not represent light, but the devil's lair in disguise.