People who have never died can never truly understand the great horror that death really represents, the loneliness and nothingness like the eternal night, and any language is pale and powerless to describe it.

Whether it's because of God's disgust, or a gift from Satan, or Astu Vile, ... Yaerlin licked his wet mouth, stared at his left hand with piercing eyes, and a thought in the back of his mind There is a connection that appears, as if in the deep darkness, a shadow slowly emerges.

"Bill!"

The low-pitched voice pierced through the rain screen and space, and was conveyed under the sea. In the shadow of the Via, a figure was strangely attached to the bottom of the ship. I saw his chest tightly against the hull of the ship, and his four-clawed fingernails were on the bottom of the ship. The ink sticks to the deck, and if you look closely, you can see where the ink is, but the black lines that are squirming like living things drilled through the gaps in the wood texture, entangled in them.

At the moment when Yaerlin whispered, a black line flashed in the human body's white eyeballs, and at the same time, all the black threads on his four claws shrank back to his limbs. It slipped back out, like a curled up four-clawed octopus. When it was about to leave the stern, the suction claws volleyed and grabbed the edge of the hull. , followed by a quick upward climb upside down.

Drops of water dripped from the bald head, slid across the motionless nostrils, closed cheeks without the slightest shaking, only the pulsating chest was still pitifully trying to prove that it was a living creature.

At the stern of the boat, Yarlin had come out from the bottom of the cabin and walked along the side of the boat. Then, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he saw a rather frightening and speechless scene.

The first thing that catches the eye are the two long straight legs, which swept across the edge of the boat abruptly, and then bent at a 90-degree angle that was completely unergonomic, and then the calf knees took over the movement and folded straight through the right angle, so the feet were Stepping on the deck, the entire upper body is in the posture of a flat bridge, and then in the next second, the upper body exposed outside the boat "biu", like a bent spring suddenly rebounded, without any extra vibration. Stand upright in place.

"Transformation: Transforming dead creatures into their own servants. The servants at this stage have no autonomous consciousness and can only accept the simplest instructions."

A paragraph flashed in his mind, and the corners of Yaerlin's mouth twitched involuntarily. He had a more accurate and clear understanding of the line of explanation of "no self-consciousness and receiving simple instructions".

God knows, he just sent Bill an order to "go to the stern"... Is it necessary to come up with such a weird and unusual way of appearing.

He murmured in his heart, but in his mind he was quickly scrutinizing. The text explanation given by Astur Bader was too brief, and he needed to personally verify many necessary links.

For example, "turning dead creatures into slaves" is very irresponsible. Otherwise, why are Bill and Chat clearly dead? The former is obviously more tragic, but the former is successfully transformed, while the latter, the body is preserved. Perfect but unsuccessful.

"The precondition is that the deceased needs to send a black silk before the transformation. The deadline for this time point is temporarily to be determined as the heart stops beating." Yaerlin recalled that before Bill's death, he stabbed his finger into the other's heart, and the investigation In particular, the corpse was touched after the corpse was "cool".

It's not fresh when it's cold, so it's because of picky eaters?

"Pretending to be a normal human being."

Yaerlin pouted and gave the order.

Bill didn't react at all. Obviously, the six-word command was too complicated. This was expected by Yaerlin. He immediately decomposed the command: "Pretend!"

Still no response.

"There is no self-consciousness, so there is no room for free play." Yaerlin observed Bill's expression, the nostrils on his cheeks twitched without breathing, his lips were stiff and closed, and his eyelids had not been closed for 1 minute.

There is no natural vibrating life activity on the entire cheek, including the pores, as if the facial features on that cheek are just meaningless piles of extravagance and have no value in existence.

"breathe!"

There is no response, Bill is more accurate to say that the black silk parasite has no concept of breathing.

"Close your eyes!"

Bill did.

"Open your eyes!"

no problem.

"The nose is shaking!"

"The lips tremble!"

"Squat down, stand up!"

"The left ear lobe is bent 90 degrees back, and the right little finger is turned 360 degrees."

"..."

Yaerlin quickly gave instructions, observed the feedback, and gradually came to the diagnosis result in his heart: "Being bound in a human body, covered with human skin, is essentially out of the human species category, and can control every inch of the body's bones and muscles, Make movements that violate ergonomic behavior."

"It will damage the body. Bones and muscles still serve as important functions of support and connection. Black silk has a replacement function, but it lacks strength."

Bill's left ear lobe is bent, with a bruise in the middle, which is a muscle cartilage injury, while the right little finger is more obvious, the whole little finger is broken from the joint, the exposed superficial skin shows twisted ecchymosis, bones and muscles are completely broken, weakness. hanging, with black threads interspersed in the middle.

The head of the little finger is hung in the air by a puppet with a thread, and then the black silk is pulled up little by little, sticking to the wound, but that's all, the fracture of the bones and muscles obviously makes it no longer able to support activities. .

Yaerlin's eyes fell on Bill's chest. He seemed to be able to see that Bill's heart was replaced by a tangle of threads. In his mind, he imagined a grotesque and frightening picture, with countless black threads interspersed through it. Muscles and bones are woven into a huge cobweb, and the internal organs of the liver, spleen and stomach are randomly squeezed into shriveled waste like garbage.

"Unfortunately, there is only one transformed body at present. Otherwise, we can dissect it to get a more intuitive observation." A chilling thought arose in Yaerlin's mind~lightnovelpub.net~ A deep understanding of his own ability, among which The smaller the deviation and misjudgment, the better the performance of the ability, the less the accident occurs, and the accident often means an unbearable price.

This is Yaerlin's philosophy of existence, especially after he died once, he needs to be more rigorous and strict with himself.

"Compared with Bill's death, the strength of muscles and bones has not been enhanced, but if used as disposable consumables, flexibility can be regarded as passive fullness, plus the sublimation of will (not afraid of death in pain)." Yaerlin squeezed Bill's soft and cold arm, and finally showed a satisfied smile on his face: "Even if it can only be mechanically and rigidly execute simple instructions, it is enough to deal with the next situation."

"The combat power of one transformant is enough to kill three to five pirates. The Via Pirates have a total of 47 pirates, including the captain. In theory, there are 10 more transformants. , I can handle them well enough, of course, it would be a waste to use them all as consumables."

Yaerlin calculated and deduced in his heart, but he and Bill hid in the dark corner of the stern and continued to carry out some final tests.

"Repeat my words..."

Yaerlin meditated in his heart, he is now enough to confirm that his connection with the transformant comes from a conscious connection, and this connection is likely to ignore the limitations of spatial distance.

Of course, he will find an opportunity to conduct more precise and detailed tests to verify this.

He continued to meditate in his heart intermittently, and from time to time he carefully observed the deck with his head sideways. The rain was beating on the dilapidated deck, and the other captain's cabin was closed in the distance. There is light.