Chapter 30
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"Are they all dead?" As Via slowly walked forward, he thought about the strangeness of the entire matter. "If they are all dead, how did they do it? I didn't hear anything at night."
"They were all killed silently!"
Via felt his entire body turn cold. The more he thought, the more his heart sank. The uneasy feeling was like a death knell by his ears.
What he couldn't see was that about forty paces away from him, at the door of the morgue, Yarlin was looking at him with a strange expression. The row of transformants in front of him were staring at him with cold eyes.
Behind Yarlin, the door to the morgue was tightly shut. Fick, William, and the ship's doctor held their breaths as they leaned against the door. They carefully listened to the movements outside while doing their best not to make a sound.
One step, two steps, three steps!
Via's walking sword flicked aside a corpse. At this moment, two figures suddenly stood up from the left and right. The evil wind that broke through the air went for Via's throat.
The transformants seemed to have a special liking for the throats of living people.
Via's reaction was fast. He channeled all his strength into the long sword in his hand, and with a twist of his toes, he viciously slashed forward.
The corpse was split into two by the sword. Via charged out of a bloody mist. The five fingers on his left hand trembled rapidly, and a series of fishing lines spun into a gust of wind in midair.
The arm of the other corpse was crushed into pieces in an instant. Blood splashed all over the place, and a few drops of black blood dripped onto Weya's collar. The black blood contained the remains of Blackbeard, which was still struggling on the verge of death.
Via's scalp went numb. Goosebumps appeared all over his body. There was a ticklish feeling on his neck. He was so shocked that he could no longer maintain his composure. He let out a strange cry as his feet were tripped by a corpse.
His center of gravity was immediately lost. Via's body fell backward. His heart tightened, and he couldn't care less as he raised his leg and kicked forward.
The claws that carried a strong smell of blood tore down. Tiny cracks appeared on the sharp and taut nails. Black tendrils strangely drilled out and condensed into sharp needle-like blades.
Whoosh!
His skin and flesh were torn apart, revealing two bloody holes that were so deep that one could see the bones in his feet.
The corpse was sent flying by a kick. Via endured the pain from his foot and pressed his left hand against the ground. He exerted strength from his waist and leaped up from the ground. The crutch sword in his hand was bitten by a poisonous snake as he chased after the corpse.
His chest was pierced through by the black blade, which was then pulled out and stabbed again, pulled out and stabbed again.
Chi … chi chi …
In an instant, seven or eight sword holes pierced through the front and back of the corpse, turning it into a sieve. A muffled sound came from the chest, as if a hot water bottle had exploded.
The corpse immediately lost its "vitality" and fell limply to the ground, returning to the state of a corpse.
"The weak point is the heart!"
Via had a lingering fear in his heart. He rubbed the skin on his neck with all his might. Skin flakes mixed with some strange dregs were crushed by him and thrown to the ground. At this time, he was distracted to feel the soreness coming from the back of his foot.
He gently moved the soles of his feet and felt that the bones on the back of his foot seemed to have cracked. Even the slightest movement caused excruciating pain. The only thing he was thankful for was that there were no strange creatures wriggling in the flesh on the back of his foot.
When the heart of the corpse died, all the tendrils would die one after another. This would not take more than three seconds.
The police officer said this, but Via still felt a chill in his heart. He had to squat down and use his fingers to mercilessly dig out all the dregs on the back of his foot.
A series of footsteps at the same frequency stepped on the deck. Via's face paled. There were at least ten of these dense footsteps.
His half-squatting body froze. He gritted his teeth and stood up. Then he clenched his left hand. His left hand grabbed empty air. His expression changed and he hurriedly bent down to feel the ground.
"Don't move!"
Suddenly, all the transformers, no matter where they were, whether they were in the group or slowly standing up from the pile of rotting corpses, all opened their mouths at the same time and said the same thing in unison.
They were speaking at the same tone and at the exact same speed. It was as though a dozen voices had been artificially adjusted into the same vocal cords and were being controlled by the same person … It was inconceivable, but it was actually happening.
"Don't try to pick up the things you accidentally threw away. That will make you look ungentlemanly." Just like before, all the corpses spoke at the same time. At the same time, their footsteps did not stop. They maintained the same pace as they walked towards Via. "And it is just a meaningless struggle before death."
Via's body stiffened. He used his invisible eyes to stare in the direction of the voice. His hoarse voice trembled. "Who is it? Who is speaking? "
The crowd in front of him moved aside to reveal Yarlin behind him. He had an indifferent smile on his face. Without a word, he took out a pocket watch from his pocket.
Click. It bounced open.
Yarlin did not speak. Therefore, the corpses did not speak. For a moment, only the ticking of the hands could be heard.
"This is the pocket watch!" Via was stunned for a moment. Then he asked in disbelief, "Yarlin, you are Yarlin right? I gave you that pocket watch?"
"Good morning, Captain Via." Yarlin closed the pocket watch and put it away. "Your time is up!"
This time, none of the corpses spoke. Ya Erlin's voice rang out clearly in Weya's ears. His face was as dark as ink, and his voice was thick with murderous hatred. "You did this? You did all of this?" Ya Erlin's voice rang out in the air.
"Oh ~"
Arlen sneered, neither too fast nor too slow. "Captain, there's no need to be so bitter and vengeful. Every pirate on the Viper has their hands stained with the blood of innocents. Every one of them is a sinner who deserves to go to hell. Those who kill will always be killed. Shouldn't you have realized this long ago?"
"You … Bullshit!" Via gritted his teeth. "You say you are a good person. Yarlin, don't forget, you are also a pirate on Via. What are you doing all this for?"
"Yes, I am a pirate!" Via shrugged his shoulders indifferently. "You see, you have already got the answer. That is, there is no future in being a pirate, so I am not going to continue to be a pirate."
"So you …" Via was angry. He still couldn't understand why Yarlin did this. He didn't even bother to think about how Yarlin did all this.
"To put it in a more dignified way, it's to get rid of violence and bring peace to the people." Yarlin licked his lips. "The utilitarian answer is that I intend to be a righteous Marine in the future."
"And the identity of a pirate is a stain on my body. I have to wash it off." Arlen's voice suddenly turned bone-chilling. "It won't be difficult to operate. As long as the Via becomes history and is buried in the sea, everything will be fine."
"Madman!" Via squeezed out two words from between his teeth.
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