In the morgue, a few transformants stood at the door like sculptures, and Fick was sitting cross-legged on the ground, dozing off.
William and the ship's doctor didn't have such big hearts. They were in similar situations, so they naturally got close to each other and whispered to each other.
"Why do you think he told us to stay in the house and not move?" The ship's doctor's face was a little nervous.
William frowned and glanced at the ship's doctor, then glanced at the dozing Fick, before lowering his voice and saying, "Don't do anything, you'll die."
"Yarlin must have other secrets that he doesn't want us to know." William was cold. "We'd better not know."
The ship's doctor understood and nodded in agreement.
At this moment, the transformants standing at the door suddenly dispersed, the door was pushed open, and Yarlin came in.
William, the ship's doctor, and Fick all stared at Yarlin, stunned. Then they heard him say, "Everything is ready. Next, arrange the battlefield and prepare for the decisive battle tomorrow morning."
"Yarlin, how did you get stronger?" Fick rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was seeing things.
William and the ship's doctor looked at each other, but they didn't dare to ask.
"Oh ~ I'll explain to you when I have the chance. Now, let's act first." Yarlin said casually. Some secrets and trump cards need to be known by fewer people to be safer.
"Eight, two more than when we went out, just two more." William remembered that there were at least ten living pirates on the Via, and he realized something.
"What do we need to do?" The ship's doctor asked.
"Well, use the corpses on the deck, and move out the debris on the table and fill the deck. I don't want Captain Via to have too many places to stay."
The ship's doctor and William hurriedly went out to arrange.
Fick yawned, carried a wooden bucket and walked out. When he passed by, he stopped and said nervously, "Yarlin, are you sure? Via is very powerful."
"Don't worry." Yarlin habitually touched his eyelids. His tone was inexplicably sorrowful. "He's just a blind man."
The sky gradually brightened.
The howling sea breeze reverberated on the deck, making whistling noises as it brushed against the messy corpses and debris.
Yarlin leaned against the stern of the ship, and a row of transformed bodies formed a semicircle in front of him. In the distance, on the second deck near the bow, the door to the captain's cabin was still closed.
Tap … Patter …
The sound of wet footsteps came from the other side. Bill's arms were empty. He stopped at the door and immediately pressed his palm on the door.
"Sizzle ~"
The door was pushed open, and the weak rays of the morning sun shone through Bill's back, illuminating a figure on the bed. The figure stood up abruptly, and with a point of the sword on the ground, the person stood up completely.
"What is it?"
Via really could not see. Otherwise, he would not have such an indifferent reaction.
Bill did not make a sound. He could not determine who was standing at the door. His brows furrowed slightly, and his fingers tightened on the hilt of his sword. He raised his head, and his clear eyes looked straight at the door.
"What is it?" he asked again.
There was the sound of heavy footsteps, like cloth being torn. It was the sudden friction between the soles of the feet and the deck. Via's heart sank. He immediately leaned to the side, raised his hand, and thrust his sword diagonally.
Puchi!
The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was very familiar. Via's heart suddenly tightened. He was very sensitive to changes in sound. This sound was not right.
It was not the sound of fresh flesh being cut. The sound had a kind of dullness, like a blade cutting through frozen dead flesh. There were fine ice shards between the flesh that obstructed the blade.
They weren't ice shards, but densely packed black threads.
He pulled out his sword, slid his feet, and twisted his body. The blade swept out in a black arc.
Chi … Kacha.
The palm was cut off, and the black threads that were connected to it broke off. They were like living creatures that shot back into the flesh. The severed palm fell onto the bed, and the blood was pitch black.
The severed wrist exposed the eerie white bones. The wrist did not tremble at all, and brazenly grabbed Via's throat.
The wind that assailed his nostrils made his neck numb, and fine goosebumps appeared. Via's face changed. The blade whistled, and pierced through from bottom to top.
The triangular blade pierced through the wrist, and firmly nailed it in the air.
He twisted the sword!
Bone fragments flew, and blood and flesh splattered all over Via's face. He had a sinister smile on his face. The blade transformed into a black snake, and moved from the wrist all the way to the shoulder.
"Hiss … Chi chi … Zhi zhi …"
The entire arm was cut into dregs. Black, red, and white mixed in the air. Via's wrist turned, and the high-speed spinning blade slashed horizontally.
Rumble …
The heavy object fell to the ground and rolled. The headless corpse stood in the same place. Suddenly, the right arm shot out, and the five fingers formed a blade and pierced forward.
Via's face changed. He quickly retreated. The blade danced into a continuous black fog, and a blood fog intertwined in front of him. After a long while, he stopped.
The heavy object in front of him fell to the ground. The entire chest was hollowed out. The inside was filled with white bone fragments and a pool of black tentacles. The innermost position of the heart was the sound of a balloon leaking. The sticky liquid flowed out from the sword hole.
The balloon became dry, and reflected a sinister looking corpse inside.
Via could not see such a terrifying and strange scene. But, the scene in his mind was enough to make him shudder.
"What the hell is this?"
Via wiped off the blood on his face. He walked out with his sword like an evil spirit.
"It can't be a living person. It's …" Via's heart skipped a beat. He stood at the mast of the second deck and shouted: "Ship's doctor, come here."
His voice echoed throughout the entire Via.
Silence, dead silence.
There was no response. Not only the ship's doctor, but the other pirates also did not respond. It was as if no one had heard the sound of a series of fighting.
It was as if the whole Via was an empty ship.
The bloody smell of last night's fighting and the stench of the rotting corpses filled the deck. Via's face became pale.
The air suddenly became quiet.
The whistling sea breeze was like a devil's whimper.
Via's fingers clenched the hilt of his sword. He walked step by step to the deck. He walked very carefully. The sword slowly explored the ground. The five fingers of his left hand were also opening and closing. A fishing line that was difficult to see with the naked eye surrounded him. It was like countless sensitive tentacles observing the hidden danger in the air.
Clang!
It was a chair that had fallen on its side. Vya was puzzled as to why there was an extra chair on the deck. Then, he pierced a corpse with his sword.
It was a real corpse. The face of the corpse was rotten, and some maggots crawled out of the nostrils.
"A dead man!"
"It's just a dead man!"
Via secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He now regretted that he did not order the crew to clean up the corpse last night.
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