Pirate's Nest Order

The next day, cloudy.

The sky was gray, like a paper towel polluted by ink, spreading from one end of the sea level, and the sunlight that occasionally struggled through the gaps in the dark clouds fell on the deck as if it was dying.

Looking at the sea and sky, William felt that a new storm was approaching. The oppressive and hazy air was breathed into the lungs, and his expression was gloomy and disturbed.

No one knows where the dilapidated Vea will end its voyage, or whether it will be engulfed and capsized in the next storm.

There were some pirates gambling on the deck, and he would usually take part in it, but at this moment, he stood alone on the bow of the ship, lowering his head and looking at the cold and vast sea as always, and suddenly thought about his fragmented and unsightly life for the first time. What have you experienced?

"This sea has buried the corpses of countless pirates. It is the same now, and it will be the same in the future. Rather than saying that the Via sailed in the magnificent sea, it is better to say that it has climbed the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood."

His cold cheeks were reflected in the sea water, which seemed to be ominous.

"William, what are you looking at here?" In a voice as unpleasant as a broken throat, a pirate who smelled of sweat came over, followed William's line of sight and looked towards the sea, but found nothing. Said: "The first mate asked you to come over."

As soon as he entered the door, everyone in the room focused their attention. William looked at each other and silently counted the number of people in his mind. Gansivir, Shaqiri, and Gucci were all present, and the first mate was sitting with this group of people. In the middle, bloodshot eyes were looking over.

William's heart skipped a beat, and sure enough, he heard Luo Wei's dry voice in the next second, and the master's insidiousness and cunning were carried through in the voice.

"William, I need you to spread a message" First published by First Class Station

William walked out of the room with a cloudy expression, and walked all the way to the bottom of the cabin, his silent eyes filled with gloom.

The hot and humid smell permeated the cabin, and the pirates with their upper body bare and thick body hair gathered in twos and threes in the corner, shouting and laughing hysterically with red faces.

The gambling atmosphere was like a flu infection in the upper respiratory tract. Every breath of hot air was like scalding hot water boiling the pirates' few sanity.

This was what William saw when he came in. He raised his gloomy eyelids and immediately observed one, two, three, and four people who were not infected by the "disease". They were lying on the bed board in an unusually conspicuous manner. , seemingly sleeping without being disturbed at all.

There were two positions near the middle cabin, and two near the door. William frowned. He noticed that one of them was the closest to the door, and it happened to be Yarlin.

His pupils shrank, and the lines at the end of his eyes were finely outlining the hidden murderous intent. He quietly observed Yarlin, who was lying flat on his back on the bed, with his eyebrows closed, and there seemed to be some rosy spots on his calm and pale cheeks. color.

His attention was all on Yaerlin, so much so that he was not aware of the unusual weirdness of the other three sleeping people.

After all, who would doubt whether the people lying around on the pillows are alive?

Yarlin, who was soundly asleep, didn't notice William's peeping eyes. His consciousness was immersed in the deepest part of his mind, let's call it his mind. After all, he wasn't sure about the strange life of Astur. Where does the body live in his body?

The left hand is only the external form of Astur Kel, a form of expression in a narrow sense, but God knows that it is difficult for Astur Kel to define the concept of its existence in a broad sense.

The mind or the soul, or a certain coexisting cell, or a reconstructed structure, tissue, or organ in a certain body. Sometimes Yaerlin is glad that there are no fluoroscopy instruments such as "X-ray and CT" on this broken ship. Otherwise, he will definitely not be able to help but watch what is really going on inside his body.

I'm afraid that scene wouldn't be too wonderful.

Closer to home, Yarlin's consciousness at this moment sees through a dark desolation, pitch-black, deep, and gloomy, and there seems to be a huge and small shadow rooted here in the silence. It is said that it is small because it is only from the volume shape of the geometric meaning. By definition, it is no more than a slap at best; it is said to be huge because of the inexplicable shock of the senses, and it feels like facing the first singularity of the universe, the kind of fear that comes from the instinct of life.

It’s like, you don’t think a meteorite that fell to the ground is small, because it used to live in the vastness of the sky, and it’s unimaginably huge in the unobserved place; it’s like you can’t underestimate a nuclear bomb, even if it’s pocket-sized, because it It can create a vast sea of ​​corpses and blood.

It was an extremely contradictory feeling, so that Yarlin felt that it was not respectful enough to call it "it", but could only choose "he", and now, he and himself coexisted as one.

The shadow covers all the light, more precisely, it is the shadow itself, it is a vague outline, like a seed full of tentacles, countless black threads squirm and sway, Yarlin can clearly perceive that there are six black threads unusual.

Four of them penetrate the space and extend into the dark void; there is also a black thread that swings and connects end to end, and is connected and woven into an oval spherical bag, which looks like a blood bag for infusion and a germinal disc that breeds life ; The last line turned into a straight black line, piercing straight through a phantom of a human figure.

"That phantom reflects me, and the different black lines exactly match Astur's three abilities to transform, devour, and absorb."

Arlin was thoughtful, and several fragments of scenes flashed through his mind.

The first clip: The corpse with its neck broken stood up again from the ground. He followed the same pattern all night until the end. Behind him and Bill, there were four "living corpses" standing side by side with stiff and pale expressions.

The second fragment: a woman's warm corpse was swallowed up by his left hand, countless black threads spilled out, and not even the dregs were left after being swallowed.

The third clip: A stiff pirate at the stern of the ship in the dark night. The flesh all over his body became old and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a mummy that had been drained of blood and moisture, and was then pushed into the seabed by a black hand.

The first and third clips are naturally the results of Yarlin's last night. The number of people is slightly different from the original plan. It doesn't matter. Anyway, the efficiency is quite high.

"Astu Bader, I'm coming" Yaerlin called in his heart.

In the next moment, the low-pitched reverberation was shaking, and Yarlin saw a vertical line suddenly split in the middle of the shadowy black species, revealing a section of dark vertical-striped pupils, and their deep and strange gazes looked at each other.

"Draining a person into nutrients, the feeling of sucking and growing, is like the never-ending evolution of life, and every cell is uncontrollably intoxicated and sinking." Yaerlin made a greedy breathing gesture The expression said, "Oh, this is the first time I have absorbed life. Please forgive me for expressing my emotions involuntarily. It is difficult to restrain, ha~ What I want to ask is, what kind of needs did you gain by devouring that woman?" Love to watch How could you not follow this public account? Search v-letter for: or popular online articles, let’s chat about online articles together~