Transformed Body (Inferior Slave): A defective product of the broodmother's mutated flesh, an inferior slave that swallows the host to make up for its own defects. The current state of incubation: There is a certain chance to evolve into a high-level servant (broodmother is unlocked). Remaining time: 47 hours and 49 minutes.
"It will take two days!"
This time was earlier than he expected. He squinted his eyes and calculated in his mind. He was looking forward to the incubation the night after tomorrow.
Late at night.
The rain stopped. Under the cold and dark air, the closed door of the hostel quietly opened a gap, and a figure slowly came out.
Under the dim moonlight, a stooped outline was reflected, and a cold face full of wrinkles looked up at the window on the third floor. The window was closed. He took back his gaze and walked out of the city.
On a beach outside the town, the wreckage of the Via, which was burned to ashes and washed out by the heavy rain, stood quietly. The burnt smell of charcoal drifted with the air. Next to the body inside the broken wreckage, there were a few strange sounds of footsteps.
On the sea near the island, a hazy shadow could be vaguely seen cruising back and forth.
Soon, the footsteps in the Via became clearer and clearer. Two sturdy men came out of the wreckage, wearing short shirts and shorts, with dark red scarves tied to their heads, and bloody skulls tattooed on their bare arms.
Pirates!
They didn't leave, just stood there, as if waiting for someone.
A quarter of an hour later.
The owner of the hostel appeared, and he led the two pirates into the woods. On a desolate hill, the two pirates pulled out their scimitars from their arms and began to dig into the wet black soil.
After soaking in the heavy rain, the soil was particularly soft, and soon a rotten body was revealed, and the air was suddenly filled with a damp stench.
"Is it the same group of people?" One of the pirates turned the body under his feet with his feet and asked with a frown.
"Hey, this small island is a small place, and it's rare for people to come here." The old man smiled: "The time of the burning of the wreckage should be about the same time as the body was buried. It must be the people on the ship, but I don't know why they burned the ship."
"Where are they?"
"In my hostel, there were about ten people. They thought they could hide from my eyes, but in fact, I saw them all. At first, two people came, then seven or eight people came, and then one died and was buried here. Very interesting." The old man's murky eyes flashed with a fierce light.
"Are you a colleague?" One of the pirates asked.
"I'm not sure, but it's definitely not something good." The old man kicked away the corpse at his feet and grinned. "It doesn't matter who you are. Any unlucky bastard who enters this town will end up dead."
The two pirates looked at each other and left. They needed to pass the news back to the ship.
What they didn't notice was that not far from where the bodies were buried, there was a wet figure lying motionlessly in a ditch.
After a while, the figure quietly got up and carefully took a big detour before running back to the town.
The old man walked slowly and returned to the hostel. He pushed the door and entered. In the darkness, he locked the door and was about to turn around when the sound of water dripping came from behind him.
His face stiffened and he quickly turned around. The darkness was suddenly pierced by the light. The switch of the gas lamp was turned on, and the room immediately lit up.
"Old man, why are you not sleeping so late? What are you doing out here?"
He looked at the expressionless man sitting in his usual seat, staring at him with a gentle face. He held a rag in his hand and slowly wiped the razor.
William stood beside Yarlin. He was soaked, and his clothes and pants were stuck with mud. The mud and rainwater gathered at his feet.
The old man was stunned, and for a moment, his hair stood on end.
He turned his head, turned around, unlocked the door, and then a broad palm was placed on his shoulder. His center of gravity was pulled, and his body involuntarily fell back.
"Want to run?"
Fick snorted and grabbed the old man's shoulder. He kicked the old man and the back of his head hit the ground. The old man was confused.
"Ah!"
Screaming in pain, the old man quickly got up from the ground and pounced forward fiercely. Yarlin sat on the chair without changing his expression, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Old man, your body is quite strong."
"Old man, you're still not honest." William's eyes lit up. Compared to the devil's fangs and claws, he was always looking forward to showing off in front of his master. He laughed grimly and blocked the old man. He caught the old man's arm with both hands and grabbed it with five fingers. He lifted his knee and kicked fiercely.
"Ouch!"
As if he heard the sound of something breaking, the old man's face turned pale. His body fell to the ground softly, and there were intermittent gasps coming from his mouth.
"Now, can we talk properly?" The gentle voice interrupted the old man's scream. He raised his head and looked at Yarlin with resentment and fear.
This man's face did not show a trace of fierceness from beginning to end, but inexplicably, the old man realized that this was the fiercest guy among the three.
His blue eyes were as cold as the calm sea. There was no need for turbulent waves or violent storms to make people feel the bone-chilling cold behind their backs.
"Who are you?" The old man avoided the other's eyes and asked through gritted teeth.
Yarlin untied the bandage around the razor. The bloody bandage corroded by the blood fell on the old man's cheek. A stench like fermented blood entered his mouth and nose. The other party's voice was neither fast nor slow. "Meaningless question, but I can answer you. We're just refugees who got lost on the sea."
The old man did not say anything. He just sneered.
"Then, if I say that it was an accident that we came to this island, and that we're not interested in the secrets of this island, you won't believe me, right?"
Yarlin observed the old man's expression, and his heart sank. "You don't intend to pursue the truth. You just want to get rid of us. That's right, this is indeed the simplest and most effective way."
The old man tilted his head and let the bandage on his face slide to the ground. He had an excited and cruel smile on his face. "You're right. This island only allows entry and not exit. No matter what reason you have for coming here, the captain will not let you leave alive."
"No wonder you didn't block the colored stone mine. It's because you blocked the entire island. Hey, what a big deal." Yarlin frowned slightly. "The Tiago Chamber of Commerce? No, you just said the captain? Are you pirates? "
"The Tiago Chamber of Commerce colluded with pirates? It's getting more and more interesting." Yarlin licked his lips. His eyes flashed with cunning, but his tone was gloomy and cold. "Since we're all dead, you don't mind letting us know the truth, do you?"
"Answer me a question, and I'll let you leave alive …"
"Huh?" The old man's eyes widened as he stared at Yarlin. "Are you sure you'll let me go?"
"Of course, I never lie." Yarlin said righteously with a bright smile on his face.
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