Silent night!

The pirates who fought all night were not in the mood to clean up. They dragged their tired bodies to find a bed at will. The crowded cabin was rarely empty, and even the echoes of snoring became empty.

The corpses scattered on the deck, the broken hands and feet embellished with pins and needles, were quiet.

The slippery and sticky hull was full of blood splattered like an abstract painting, which was slowly drying up; the fallen viscera and flesh and dregs were blown together by the North Sea wind and solidified into a ball of pickled glutinous rice.

The six pirates who survived on the other side were bound by crude hemp ropes, their hands and feet were tied in series under the sturdy mast, their mouths and noses inhaled the cold wind mixed with the smell of blood, and they were glued to the dry and hard thin clothes soaked in blood. On the wound, the sea breeze blew overnight, and it was estimated that all of them would be infected the next day.

Infection, fever, death, this is the normal rhythm.

One by one, their faces were gray and defeated. They couldn't break free from the ropes, so they could only wait to die slowly.

The pirate appointed by Via as the new first mate, whistling with excitement and restlessness, he does not need to go to the crowded bilge, although it is already empty, he should have gone to the first mate's room, but the ghost He came to Old Moore's room, and he felt that the bed in Old Moore's room should be softer and more comfortable.

There was still a pool of blood and shattered blades left on the floor. Old Moore's body was gone. He guessed that Via had someone restrained it.

He felt the soft touch on the bed, he closed the door very satisfied and lay down, and soon came the sound of even breathing snoring.

Inside the morgue.

Via personally carried Old Moore's body over, and the ship doctor and William hurried over, carefully laying the body flat on the bed.

"Sew up the wound on Old Moore's body, and he will be buried in the sea tomorrow morning."

"Don't worry, Captain."

After a brief command, the crutched sword in Via's hand swiped on the ground and touched the "corpses" piled up under his feet. He frowned slightly, "What's the matter with the bugs in the corpse?"

There was a slight cold sweat on the forehead of the ship doctor, and behind him Yaerlin lowered his head without any expression on his face.

"I did an autopsy on Jack's corpse and found that there was something strange in his body, as if there were some kind of worm eggs. I suspect that the dead corpse could move because of the worm eggs, but I'm not sure yet." The ship doctor's face Pale white, stuttering a bit.

"Insect eggs?" Via didn't doubt the ship doctor's words, he just thought the ship doctor was frightened by the worms in the corpse, after all, even if he just imagined that kind of picture in his mind, Via could feel a burst of heart palpitations, "Where is it from? worm eggs?"

"I don't know. Strange things will always happen at sea. Maybe it happened on an island." The ship doctor bit the bullet and gave a guess.

This explanation is not convincing. However, Via himself can't think of any other reason. Besides, he is only a ninth-rate ship doctor, and Via can't expect the other party to give a smart and rigorous answer. In fact, the ship doctor can The discovery of the eggs in the corpse was beyond his expectations.

Fortunately, I stopped thinking about it if I couldn't figure it out. This sea has never lacked weirdness and danger, and the absurd and bizarre legends made people's ears callous.

As for man-made possibilities?

This thought just flashed in Via's mind before being smothered by his rationality. No crew member on his ship might have this horrific ability.

From a certain perspective, Via's judgment is not wrong, after all, Yaerlin is no longer Yaerin.

"So, what are you doing now?" The last trace of doubt in Via's heart was also dispelled.

"I did some necessary examinations. Now it seems that the results are good. Except for the three of them, I found nothing unusual in the other bodies. We should be relieved." The ship doctor wiped the cold sweat on his head and let out a long sigh of relief. replied.

Via's face looked better, and he didn't want any strange eggs in his body.

"Captain, don't worry, we will take care of these corpses, and they will be buried at sea with Old Moore tomorrow." Just when Via wanted to ask something, Yaerlin suddenly stood up from behind the ship doctor and interjected.

Mentioning old Moore's name, Via suddenly lost his mind to speak, he turned around and left without a word.

After closing the door, he heard the sound of swords hitting the deck gradually disappearing, and the ship doctor slumped on the ground as if collapsed, his entire back soaked.

"Okay, continue, there is still half of the transformation to complete." Yaerlin's expression was cold, but he was not worried about what Via would find. The only thing to worry about was the delay for a while. I don't know how many people will have died. .

These "corpses" have been regarded by him as "the first pot of gold", and any waste in the primitive accumulation stage is heartbreaking.

Hurry up and hurry up. In the end, there were still 3 people who didn't hold on to it. The premature death caused the transformation to fail.

"13!"

Yaerlin immediately made a calculation in his heart, adding that he had successfully transformed himself in the past, he now has a total of 13 transformants that he can control.

"Fortunately, there are a few supplements outside, and this amount is almost enough." Yaerlin licked his lips, rubbed a ball of thread in his hand, and let out a faint laugh in his throat.

In the middle of the night, the raindrops began to fall.

Gucci raised his head and opened his bloody, chapped lips~lightnovelpub.net~ The rain entered his body along his sore throat, and he seemed to feel that his whole body had regained some strength.

"Idiots, wake me up quickly if you don't want to die." Gucci roared in a low voice, he didn't want to die on the Via, he hadn't given up his struggle completely.

A few pirates who were infected with fever woke up in a daze, and the icy rain and Gucci's roar seemed to inject a little bit of life into their bodies.

"I can't move. Those **** are tied so tightly that we can't break free."

"Don't talk nonsense like this, you'll work hard for me. As long as we can get one hand free, we'll get out of trouble. While Via and the others are all going to bed, this is our last chance." The rubbing of his back was fatal, and his entire wrist was rubbed off due to too much force, and his thumb began to twist and deform strangely. The blue veins on his neck were exposed, and the bulging blood vessels were like countless earthworms crawling and crawling, "Wait until tomorrow morning. We're dead, and Via will torture us to death."

The lips of several pirates turned white, and they recalled some terrifying fragments, so they all rubbed their wrists like crazy.

The skin, the flesh and the rough hemp rope fought **** battles. As the skin and flesh on their wrists were rubbed off layer by layer, with a crackling sound, Gucci's throat let out a low roar that didn't resemble a human being, and suddenly Pull out the **** right hand.

The other pirates all stopped and stared ecstatically at the palm, a palm that was almost skinless, with **** muscles and bones exposed to the rain. They stared at that palm, It's like staring at the most magnificent artwork in the world.

That is their hope!

"I'm sorry to disturb you." A playful voice sounded softly in his ear.