The waves were surging, and the sea reflected the figures of the pirates with disheveled hair fighting on the ship. The shouts of the pirates covered the roar of the sea.
In the captain's room, Yarlin smelled the salty and wet smell of the sea mixed with the smell of blood. The fighting outside seemed to have nothing to do with him. He calmly observed the layout of the room.
There was a round wooden table with a chipped corner, a few low stools placed haphazardly, a dim oil lamp, and a wide wooden bed. Under the wooden bed, there were boxes filled with gold and silver. Wooden poles used to store clothes served as clothes racks. There was also a yellowing cupboard on which some strange objects were placed.
Yarlin picked up the oil lamp and walked over to look carefully. The first thing that caught his attention was a bloody birdcage. The birdcage was open, and there was a broken thread tied to the iron fence.
He reached out and touched the blood stain. It was black and solidified, but it melted with a gentle touch, indicating that the blood had not solidified for too long. Yarlin continued to look around. There were several head-sized bottles and jars with some kind of animal specimen soaking in them.
"Bats?"
Ya Erlin pursed his lips and continued flipping through the books. Soon, he found a few more interesting things. One of them was the blueprints of the Via. The yellowed and old blueprints clearly indicated the ship's various data, especially the length, width, height, and distance.
In addition to the measurement of length, there were strange notes next to it, such as 37 steps, 25 steps, and so on.
"Normal people don't use the distance as a measurement." Ya Erlin was deep in thought. He put the blueprint aside and glanced at the other ball of transparent threads.
"This thing?"
He reached out and pulled it open. The texture was similar to a fishing line, but it was surprisingly tough and thin. It was almost invisible to the naked eye. He pulled the thread open a little bit. The deeper he went, the more he could see some mottled blood stains. The depth was different, and it was obvious that blood often fell on it.
Ya Erlin exhaled deeply and suppressed the suspicions in his heart. He blew out the oil lamp and slowly made his way outside.
In the dark night, even with the illumination of the fire, it was still difficult to clearly illuminate everyone's figure. He moved slowly against the wall of the door, his eyes watching the battle below.
Some pirates were lying on the deck. A few of them were dead, but most of them were wailing. They were either missing an arm or a leg, or had a hole in their body that caused them to lose their ability to move. They were sprawled on the deck.
He squinted his eyes carefully and searched carefully. Finally, he saw two sneaky shadows sneaking close to those screaming guys, like rats carrying food in the dark.
A pirate with a cut off ear and a bloody chest was leaning against the slippery deck. His heavy breathing was getting weaker and weaker. He looked like he would die at any time.
When his consciousness was blurred, he felt a force coming from his feet. It was as if a black hand had grabbed his ankle. Before he could react, a strong force from his feet suddenly dragged him. He felt that his face and chest were rubbing against the deck. There was a burning pain. Blood was stuck in his throat, but he was powerless to resist. He could only be dragged away like a corpse.
The ship's doctor carefully bent down and dragged the pirate under his feet. A pair of triangular eyes looked around. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength.
His movements were very small, and he was half-squatting under the cover of the night. He deliberately avoided the center of the melee, so it was not easy for him to be noticed by the pirates. In fact, even if he was noticed, at this time, everyone was too busy to take care of themselves, and no one would be distracted.
Of course, if a pirate rushed over, Fick, who was hiding not far behind him, would suddenly jump out from the corner and kill him.
Fick wiped the blood splashed on his face. He pulled out his sword and pushed away the pirate in front of him. He bowed his head and spat. Then he looked around and quickly helped the ship's doctor to drag him.
In the center of the battlefield, Veya sidestepped a pirate's sneak attack and pierced the pirate's throat with a backhand strike. The whole process was done in one breath and was chilling.
"Impossible, how can you see?" Lowe covered his wrist and couldn't believe it.
"Blind? Haha ~ "Via sneered again and again. The sword in his hand danced easily. Drops of blood and minced meat fell around like cherry blossoms, giving people an indescribable sense of oppression.
"The last person who said I was blind was a few years ago. What happened to him in the end?" Step by step, Weya approached Luo Wei, forcing him to retreat involuntarily. "Oh, I remember now. I'll gouge out his eyeballs while he's still alive. Hehe, I'll chew them up and swallow them in front of him."
Lowe's eyelids jumped. He quietly picked up a big sword on the ground and trembled in front of his chest. "Via, I underestimated you. I admit defeat. Let us go to the next island and throw us all off. The ship and the gold will be yours."
"To be honest, the taste is a bit bitter." Via ignored Lowe. A strange and cruel smile appeared on his face. He faintly said: "But bitter medicine cures the disease. What do you think?"
A black light bloomed in front of Lowe's eyes. Via leaned forward, his feet stepping on a constant distance, but he strangely dodged left and right. The sharp sword in his hand was like a flickering black smoke imprinted on Lowe's body.
Gan Sivir rushed out from behind Lowe, howling crazily. Via's footsteps didn't stop. Three blood lines were projected on the heart, throat, and chest. The next moment, the blood lines exploded.
From Luo Wei's perspective, he could see that Xavier was still sprinting forward, but her upper body was strangely suspended in mid-air. Then, three streaks of bloody light appeared, and her body was cleanly cut in half. The bloody light exploded, and the three halves of her corpse fell to the ground and stacked together.
"Gulp!"
He didn't have time to swallow his saliva. Suddenly, he felt a chill on his arm. Both of his arms were cut off at the same time and fell to the ground powerlessly.
It took a full half a second for his reflexes to transmit a sharp pain. Lowe screamed in pain. Via slowly stopped in his tracks, raised his hand, and wiped the blood on his sword with his sleeve. Then, his right hand, which was covered in fine scars, bent, and two thin fingers like chicken claws mercilessly pierced into Lowe's eyes.
"Crunch!" "Crunch!"
The sound of flesh rubbing against each other was subtle and ear-piercing. The entire Veya seemed to have quieted down in an instant. After a while, the Veya retracted two bloody fingers. Two bloody eyeballs were curled around the tips of the fingers.
"Ah … My eyes!!!"
Lowe, with two bloody holes in his eyes, howled in pain.
"Crunch! Crunch crunch crunch! "
Via's expression was twisted as he chewed viciously.
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