"Are they all dead?" As Via moved forward slowly, she thought about the evil sect of the whole thing in her heart: "If they were all dead, how did you do it, I didn't hear any movement at night. "

"It was killed by the silent ones!"

Via felt cold all over his body. The more he thought about it, the more his heart sank. That kind of uneasy premonition was like a death knell in his ear.

What he couldn't see was that, at a distance of about 40 steps across from him, at the door of the morgue, Yaerlin was staring at him with a strange expression, and the row of transformed bodies in front of him was even more cold-eyed, unable to turn his eyes away. .

Behind Yaerlin, the door of the morgue was tightly closed. Fick, William, and the ship's doctor were all holding their breaths and leaning against the door, listening carefully to the movement outside, but they tried their best not to say anything. sound.

One step, two steps, three steps!

At this moment, the two figures on the left and right suddenly stood upright, and the evil wind that broke the air grabbed Via's throat.

The transformant seems to have a soft spot for the throat of the living.

Via reacted quickly, the long sword in his hand was full of strength, and the turning of the toes drove the waist to exert force, and slashed forward fiercely.

The corpse was split in two by a sword, and Via rushed out of the blood mist. The five fingers of his left hand shook rapidly, and a series of fishing lines spun into a knife wind in the air.

The arm of the other corpse was strangled into pieces in an instant, blood splashed all over the sky, and a few drops of black blood dripped on Wea's collar.

Via's scalp was numb, goose bumps all over his body surfaced, and there was a tingling sensation on his neck. He was terrified and couldn't keep his composure.

The center of gravity suddenly lost its direction, and Via fell backwards. His heart was tense, and he didn't care about raising his feet and kicking forward.

The claws with a strong smell of blood tore down fiercely, the sharp and taut nails cracked some tiny holes, and the black tentacles burrowed out strangely and condensed into sharp needle-pointed blades.

Chill!

The flesh was torn, and two blood holes deep into the bone were exposed on the instep.

The corpse was kicked away with a heavy kick. Via resisted the severe pain from his feet, pressed his left hand on the ground, his waist exerted force, and the whole person jumped up from the ground. The sword in his hand was bitten by a poisonous snake, and he chased after him. Flying corpse.

The black blade pierced straight through the chest, and then pulled out and stabbed again, and then pulled out and stabbed again.

Chi... Chi Chi...

In an instant, seven or eight sword holes pierced through the front and back and stabbed the corpse into a sieve. There was a muffled sound in the chest, as if a hot water bottle had burst and exploded.

The corpse suddenly lost its "vitality", fell limply to the ground, and returned to a dead corpse state.

"The key is the heart!"

Via had lingering fears. He rubbed the skin on his neck vigorously. The dander mixed with some strange scum was crushed to death and thrown to the ground. At this time, he was distracted and felt the soreness on the back of his foot.

He gently moved the soles of his feet, and felt that the bones on the back of his feet seemed to have cracks. The slightest movement would sting to death. The only good thing was that there were no strange living creatures wriggling in the flesh and blood on the back of his feet.

When the heart of the corpse dies, all the tentacles will die one after another, and this time will not exceed 3 seconds.

The police officer was like this, and Via still felt a hair in his heart. He had to squat down and use his fingers to brutally cut out all the residues that fell on the instep.

A series of steps of the same frequency stepped on the deck, and Via's face turned pale. There were at least ten loud footsteps.

His half-squatted body froze, gritted his teeth and stood up. Then he clenched his left hand, but his left hand was empty. His expression changed, and he hurriedly leaned down and touched the ground.

"Do not move!"

Suddenly, all the transformed bodies, no matter where they were, in the team, or standing up slowly from a pile of carrion, all spoke at the same second, and said a word in unison.

This agreed tone, the exact same speed of speech, is as strange as if more than a dozen voices have been artificially adjusted to the same vocal cords, and controlled by the same person's consciousness... Incredible but actually being performed.

"Don't try to pick it up again if you accidentally throw it away, it will appear ungracious." Just like before, all the corpses opened their mouths at the same time. Just a pointless, dying struggle."

Via was stiff all over. He stared at the direction of the voice with his invisible eyes, his hoarse voice trembling: "Who? Who is talking?"

The topic in front of him left the gap for one person, revealing Yaerlin behind him, with an indifferent smile on his face, he just took out a pocket watch from his arms without saying a word.

Slap, bounce.

Yaerlin didn't speak, so the corpse didn't speak, and all that was left was the sound of the pointer turning "patta" and "patta".

"This voice is a pocket watch!" Via was stunned for a moment, and then asked incredulously: "Yarlin, you are Yaerlin, right~lightnovelpub.net~ That piece of bosom means I gave it to you?"

"Good morning, Captain Via." Yaerlin closed his pocket watch and put it in his arms, "Your time is up!"

This time all the corpses didn't speak, Yaerlin's voice clearly penetrated into Via's auricle, his face suddenly gloomy like ink that could not be stunned, and his voice carried a strong killing intent and resentment: "Yes You did it all because of you?"

"Huh~"

Yaerlin sneered and said calmly, "Why does the captain have to be so bitter and hateful, every pirate on the Via is stained with the blood of innocents, and everyone is a sinner who deserves to go to hell. , the murderer is always killed, shouldn't he have had this consciousness long ago?"

"You... fart!" Via gritted her teeth, "You sound like a good person, Yaerlin, don't forget, you are also a pirate on the Via, what are you doing all this for?"

"That's right, I'm a pirate!" Via shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "Look, you've already got the answer, that is, being a pirate has no future, so I don't plan to continue to be a pirate. already."

"So you just..." Via felt resentful in his heart. He still couldn't understand the reason why Yaerlin did it. He didn't even bother to think about how Yaerlin did it all.

"The high-sounding statement is to eliminate violence and justice, and help justice." Yaerlin licked his mouth: "The utilitarian answer is that I plan to become a righteous navy in the future."

"And the identity of the pirate is a stain on my body, and I must wash it off." Yaerlin's voice was suddenly cold to the bone: "It is not difficult to operate, as long as the Via becomes history and is buried in this piece of land. Just in the ocean."

"Mad!" Via said two words from the gap between her teeth.