Chapter 25
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The sea breeze whistled, the black tide surged, and the skull pirate flag was dead silent. Only Lowe's screams could be heard from time to time, and the sound was getting smaller and smaller.
Blood and flesh stained the deck, and the pirates stopped their actions in tacit understanding. All eyes were focused on Veya as they listened to the chewing sound that made their teeth ache.
Like a pause at the end of a movement, the fighting stopped in an instant. The pirates on the first mate's side threw down their weapons. Gucci's hair was disheveled, and he spat out a bloody tooth from his mouth. He unwillingly threw away his weapon and knelt on the ground.
Via was still chewing, as if he wanted to taste the taste between his lips and teeth.
There were not many pirates who could still stand, no more than 10 in total. The other pirates were sitting on the deck, either silently dead for a long time, or weakly gasping for their last breath, or seriously injured and unable to move.
Squeak …
The sound of heavy footsteps on the wet deck was surprising. The group of pirates turned to look in the direction of the sound. Two sneaky figures were dragging a … corpse?
The person on the ground was pale, and they couldn't see if he was still breathing. The ship doctor and Fick dragged his ankles, and his upper body was dragged on the ground with long bloody marks.
"What are you doing?" A bare-armed pirate asked with wide eyes.
The pirates who had just fought were all wrapped in a strong evil aura. When they opened their mouths, they suddenly felt the smell of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood rushing over. The ship doctor's face immediately turned white.
Via swallowed, and then spat out some fine dregs with blood. He wiped his mouth and turned to look at the ship doctor and Fick. He frowned.
The ship doctor's throat was dry, and he unconsciously loosened his palms, letting his ankles fall heavily on the deck, and then a cough came from the mouth of the unconscious pirate under his feet.
"Save … save him!" The ship's doctor looked at Veya's gloomy face and bit the bullet. He would never say that it was because the captain needed fresh corpses.
Via's ears trembled slightly. The scene in front of him appeared naturally in his mind. At the same time, he recalled that the ship's doctor did ask Yarlin to report something.
What was it again? The series of changes that followed were too sudden, and he had no time to think about it. How could he have known that all of this was meticulously planned by Yarlin? What he wanted was for trouble to arise one after another, leaving no time for anyone to doubt and think.
"Insects? A corpse? Autopsy? "
Via recalled the events in his mind, and his face cleared up a little. Although it sounded a little strange, it shouldn't have anything to do with Lowe's rebellion. It wasn't an urgent matter and could be dealt with later.
"Hmm, you're doing well. Continue with what you're doing and report back to me after the results are clear." Via was vaguely gratified in his heart. This ship doctor could be considered a loyal talent.
"Yes!" The ship's doctor hurriedly nodded his head and gestured towards Fick with his mouth. The two of them laboriously dragged the lifeless body towards the morgue.
Look at that, look at that … How loyal is he? Even though there's so much fighting going on outside, the ship's doctor is still meticulously doing what I told him to do. How worrisome. Compared to the ship's doctor, the other pirates are all damned bastards.
Via thought so in his heart, and his face became gloomy and gray again. The pirates were naturally frightened by the change in his expression.
"Tie up all the people of Lowe. I have to think about how to deal with them." Via leaned on his sword and said in a gloomy voice: "Which bastards are still alive? It's too dark. Report your names and come closer. Let the captain take a good look at you."
Soon, a group of pirates reported their names, and Veya counted that there were a total of nine people left. He expressionlessly selected a bearded pirate and promoted him to First Mate.
The bearded man was very happy and quickly gave orders. He found a hemp rope and tied Gucci and the other six pirates together around the mast.
Via appeared in old Mur's room and silently squatted beside old Mur's body. His palm gently stroked the muzzle of old Mur's back. After a while, he retracted his hand and turned to the pale William.
From the beginning, William had been half lying against the wall, using a piece of cloth torn from his clothes to wrap his wound. Then he had been hiding here and didn't go out.
"You said that Shakey took the gun and killed old Mur? And then shot you? "Via's voice didn't sound happy or angry, but William's hair stood on end.
"Yes, it's my fault for being too slow. I wasn't Shakey's opponent. If I had reacted faster, old Mur wouldn't have died." William's voice was weak and sad.
Via snorted and suddenly squatted down. His head was almost in front of William's face. He looked at Via's black and white eyes without a trace of blood and goosebumps appeared on his back.
William held his breath. He stared at Via's index finger, not daring to blink. The sharp nails made his skin tingle and slid all the way to his lower abdomen before stopping.
The next second, Via cried out in pain.
It turned out that Via had suddenly torn off the cloth wrapped around him. His index finger had roughly pierced into his wound and stirred inside. After a while, Via stopped stirring and stretched out his finger. A bloody bullet fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.
William's whole body was weak. He was shaking like a sieve. His mouth was wide open and he was out of breath.
Via picked up the cloth and wiped the blood off his hand. His voice was neither fast nor slow. "The bullet has to be taken out as soon as possible. Go and find the ship's doctor to bandage your wound."
"Thank, thank you, Captain!" William forced a smile, but there was a lingering fear in his heart. He was glad that he had listened to Yarlin's orders and ruthlessly shot himself. Otherwise, he would probably be a corpse now.
It was not until Via's footsteps had gone far away that William slowly got up from the ground two minutes later. He lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm. He quietly stuck his head out to make sure there was no one around before carefully walking to the wardrobe. He opened the wardrobe. Bill's body was curled up into a ball, motionless.
He let out a long breath and slowly closed the wardrobe. He held his stomach and walked out, leaving the door ajar.
On the lower deck, Fick and the ship's doctor were like two busy rats, dragging one living person after another. They then repeatedly checked every seemingly dead body, trying to "pick up" one or two more living things.
"Everything is in that man's plan. Lowe is already dead. The next one should be Via. No one can stop Yarlin."
Those who were moved in were living people. When they came out again, they would become the devil's minions.
William stared at the light in the morgue. The light in the darkness did not represent light. It was the devil's lair in disguise in the human world.
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