On the floor of the morgue, there were 12 corpses of pirates. All of them were still breathing, but they were all displayed like corpses.
Among them, three of them were still conscious. One of them had his chest and lungs pierced, and blood was bubbling out of his mouth. Another one had a broken axe embedded in his back, and his spine was broken. His entire body was paralyzed, and his mouth was unconsciously open. The last one had half of his face hit by a heavy object, and his face was caved in. His cheeks and teeth were broken, and he was moaning weakly.
The other nine corpses had lost too much blood and were in a severe coma.
Yarlin stood in the center of the "corpses" and stared at the ship doctor who was panting. His eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. His expression was like a smile, but not a smile. Combined with the surrounding display, it suddenly gave people a gloomy and strange feeling.
"Are there any more?" he asked.
"The ones on the deck are all dead. Do you still want to pull them over?" The ship doctor trembled.
"Oh, dead people." Yarlin sighed. "Forget about dead people. They are useless after the time limit."
As he said that, he took off the black glove on his left hand, revealing the strange black tattoos on his left hand. At the same time, he gave William a look.
"Time limit?"
The ship doctor was still trying to figure out the meaning of this word when he saw Yarlin's black hand. An inexplicable feeling of fear and foreboding rose in his heart. It was an instinct that originated from biological evolution. It was a spontaneous trembling in the face of a terrifying monster at the top of the food chain. Then he heard a "squeak" sound from behind him.
The door of the morgue was slowly closed by William.
"Yarlin, your hand? And what are we doing? " Fick, who was still in the dark and diligently followed Yarlin's instructions, stared at Yarlin's left hand with his mouth wide open. Damn, when did Yarlin's left hand become like that?
"Fick, don't be nervous. Everything is under my control." Yarlin squatted down and touched the chest of one of them with his fingertips. Suddenly, his left hand seemed to have awakened. The dense black lines were like monsters with sharp teeth. They bit off the palm-sized flesh and revealed the beating heart inside. Then, as if they smelled blood, the heart was wrapped up by the black lines and turned from red to black as ink.
"It's hard to explain in a few words. Just watch." Red and blue labels appeared on Yarlin's retina. "0.1, 1." They corresponded to the units raised by "Absorb" and the progress bar of "Devour" respectively. He pursed his lips and said softly, "Convert!"
[Transform]: Transform a fresh dead creature into your own servant. At this stage, the servant has no self-awareness and can only accept simple commands.
"…" Fick's mouth was wide open, and he was dumbfounded.
"…" William's pupils contracted as he trembled.
"…" The ship's doctor's teeth chattered as his hair stood on end.
They saw that the moment Yarlin retracted his palm, the countless black lines seemed to emit a whimpering sound. A chilly wind blew and returned to Yarlin's palm like a receding tide.
At the same time, the wrapped heart suddenly released countless black lines. Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss. They pierced through the flesh like needles. The bones weaved into a spider web in the body at a speed visible to the naked eye. Then, like a rubber band retracting, it pulled the wound open. The white flesh and skin retracted, like a zipper that was pulled from the inside, stitching the entire flesh together.
Disgusting! Bloody! Strange!
Fick's brain stopped working. He wasn't afraid, but he couldn't understand how Yarlin, who he had spent so much time with, turned into a 'monster'. William felt nauseous, but he was both fearful and glad. He was fearful that Yarlin was really a devil, but he was glad that he belonged to the devil. The ship's doctor felt cold all over. He opened and closed his mouth in shock, as if his ability to speak had been damaged.
"No … It's not the captain … It's … It's … Yarlin!!!"
As if the signal wasn't good, the ship's doctor's mind intermittently transmitted feedback. He was terrified, and wanted to turn around and escape. However, his neck felt incomparably heavy, as if it was filled with lead. His feet felt as if they were nailed to the ground, and he couldn't move. He saw the dead man suddenly straighten his body, and opened his dead fish eyes to stare coldly at him. His mouth emitted a sinister voice, "You will help me keep the secret, right?"
The dead man was speaking!
Yarlin was speaking!
The ship's doctor stared at the dead man who was speaking in horror. At the same time, he noticed that Yarlin was moving his lips in sync with the dead man's. He instantly understood everything.
"Out of kindness, I lied to you. However, I believe you will understand my difficulties, right?" Yarlin snapped his fingers, and the corpse closed his eyes and laid on the ground.
"Gulp." The ship's doctor swallowed his saliva.
"I still need some time to prepare. Via might be here later. I believe you know how to explain to the captain. Hmm, it won't take too long. Just delay until dawn." Yarlin began to fiddle with the other 'unconscious patients'. "Oh, right, I almost forgot. I reported to Via on your behalf that you found some strange worms in the corpses. Therefore, you need to examine the entire ship's crew, or dissect more corpses. Remember not to expose yourself later."
The ship's doctor was dumbfounded.
Yarlin ignored the ship's doctor. He understood that this poor man needed time to digest this information. As for the final decision, he believed that the ship's doctor would give him the result he wanted.
He had always believed in the wisdom and potential of humans under the strong will to survive.
"I, I understand." The ship's doctor bit his lip. The faint smell of blood and the stinging sensation allowed him to regain his ability to think. His mind was spinning rapidly, and he realized in despair that he had to listen to Yarlin's orders.
Captain Via was very scary, but Yarlin, who could manipulate corpses, was even scarier!
"Haha …" Yarlin did not even raise his head. He chuckled and said, "Congratulations, you will survive."
The ship's doctor was so touched that he wanted to cry. This night had not been easy for him. He held back his tears and looked at William with red eyes. "Let me help you bandage your wound."
"Ah, thank you so much." William quickly leaned against the door and removed his hand that was covering his wound, allowing the ship's doctor to treat it.
Fick seemed to have understood something, but also seemed to have not. He scratched his head hard. Fortunately, he was too lazy to think about it. He just needed to trust Yarlin. Therefore, he grinned. "Yarlin, what should I do?"
"You go guard the door. Forget it …" Yarlin glanced at Fick. He thought for a moment and smiled. "You should come and help me. Every time I treat one, you can move the next one to me. This will speed up the process."
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