Pirate’s Brood Order

Eyes on each other!

The swaying black, the white and cold, are two pairs of eyeballs.

Beside the anchor, half of the body leaned out with its head out, and did not come back immediately, and froze on the spot. Outside the anchor, there was a person hanging on the boat, with its limbs curled up like a gecko attached to the wall of the ship, with its bald head thrown back, and its pale face. Facing William, a pair of eyeballs were coldly reflecting William's face.

Bill's hands and feet were tightly adhered to the ship's wall, and the sound of "threading a needle" came from there. It was too dark, and William couldn't see some black wriggles on the edge of the palm.

The voice seemed to be abruptly frozen.

William was struck by lightning, his mind went blank, and the tragedy of Bill's death was still lingering in his mind, so what the hell is this "Bill" who is in good condition and is wearing dead fish eyes at this moment.

The chill shot out from the heels like a poisonous snake, and slid along the tailbone from the back, trembling goosebumps were "groaning/groaning", William's body trembled like an electric shock, his upper body retracted, his feet were unstable and he slipped to the ground , The dagger fell out of his hand and fell weakly, cutting a hole in the root of the thigh.

The blood stained the trouser legs, and William didn't realize it.

Shock, horror, fear... The negative emotions swallowed him up like a collapsing avalanche. It took a full minute for William to pick up the dagger and get up from the ground.

The sound of his own panting was all around his ears. He gritted his teeth and slowly looked out. Bill was still maintaining the same posture just now.

Stiff, spooky, and chilling!

"Boom boom boom!"

The oil lamp in the storage room was still on. Yarlin closed the pocket watch, put it in his coat pocket, and walked over to unlock the latch that was locked from the inside.

"coming!"

Like a greeting between old friends, Yarlin said to William who was standing at the door.

William looked at Yarlin's expressionless face, his eyes dodged through Yarlin and saw three naked corpses lying flat inside, his heart twitched slightly.

"Come in and close the door."

Yarlin walked back to the center of the room, to be exact, next to the three corpses. William closed the door and looked at Yarlin. Under the dim oil lamp, there were three strange corpses. Yarlin's cheek was illuminated by the oil lamp, which was formed into a A huge shadow enveloped William.

"Bill?" William wanted to ask.

"Sometimes death is not the end, but the beginning of a new life." As if to confirm Yarlin's argument, the three corpses stood up straight, their heads turned sideways, and the three pairs of dark eyes were emotionless. Stare at William.

William fell into an ice cave, feeling cold all over his body.

"Don't scare my friends." Yarlin snapped his fingers, and the three corpses lay down again with their eyes closed. Yarlin took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, tapped his index finger, and the half of the cigarettes popped out of his mouth. lips.

bass!

The match was struck, and Yarlin spit out a smoke ring, and the voice came out of the smoke: "Tobacco is a great invention, it can relieve stress, and it should not be wasted. If you tear off the cigarette paper, the tobacco will be wasted. Is not it?"

William opened his mouth, his throat dry.

Yarlin smoked the whole cigarette unhurriedly, then snuffed out the cigarette and left it on the ground. He sighed and said, "When I let you go last time, I thought you and I had reached a consensus. became friends, so why do you do this little trick behind my back?"

Yarlin flicked it with his fingers, and a piece of cigarette bounced to William's evil chest, and it bounced off and was caught in his hand.

William opened the cigarette tremblingly, and what caught his eyes was a line of handwriting written by himself. He blurted out: "No, Yarlin, you misunderstood, it's not me, we are... yes, you let me go last time, I'm grateful that we're friends."

"Misunderstanding?" Yarlin's voice raised an octave, just when William thought that Yarlin was about to explode, he grinned again: "Hehe~ I think it should be a misunderstanding, don't be nervous William, I believe you, otherwise I won't let you see Bill, that's my secret."

"You are the first person to know this secret so far." The cold voice pierced William's eardrums, "Because I have always believed that there should be no secrets between friends."

Yarlin didn't wait for William to speak, so he changed his tone and said with a sneer: "Guess what, if someone on board accidentally saw Bill's back, guess what they would spread, and if these rumors fell into the ears of the first mate , or fall into the captain's ears, what would they think?"

"Hiss—" William, who was already timid and terrified, took a deep breath at this moment.

"Tell the first mate that it was you who died Bill, William, and then the first mate said in front of the whole ship that you saw Bill dead... Tsk tsk tsk, this is really yellow mud falling into a shithole, it's either shit or shit It's gone." Ya'erlin laughed strangely twice: "Miserable, miserable, miserable!"

"You told me to say that." Ten thousand muddy horses galloped past William's heart.

"Hey, I didn't expect that someone wanted to put me to death and even spread rumors that I killed Bill. What do you think I can do? I have to find a way to prove my innocence." Yarlin said in a gloomy tone. Full of murderous intent: "It's because of you, William, if you want to blame you, blame that bastard who wasted tobacco."

William stood there dumbfounded.

Yarlin was not in a hurry, this was what he wanted, and he wanted to use this overwhelming impact to completely destroy William's psychology and self-confidence, and plant the seeds of fear in the opponent's heart.

The fear of Yarlin's strange methods and the fear of "eating his own bitter fruit" like today will accompany William's life, so that every time he thinks he is smart in the future, everything today will remind him like a nightmare. Lingering fear.

"Yarlin, I... don't want to die, save me!" William's legs softened, and he knelt in front of Yarlin, "You have a way, right, you must have a way, save me, I am willing to do anything Do."

"Hey, hey, hey..." Yarlin squatted down, grabbed William's hair with his right hand, and looked at the tamed vicious dog with his eyes, but his calm tone seemed to be the devil bewitching people in his ears: " Just act first, I want you to do two things..."

When William left the storage compartment, his entire back was drenched with his own cold sweat. He walked on the deck step by step as if poured into lead water. He didn't dare to look back at all, as if there was no one behind him. A dilapidated room, but a lair where the devil lives.

The sound of the surrounding sea wind was hoarse and low, like the whispering of the devil, and the devil's minions were hidden in the dark night covering the Via, and they would pounce out at any time and tear the crew on the Via into pieces.

Conspiracy and treachery, resurrection from the dead, playing with corpses... Yaerlin is a devil in human skin! ! !

"Two things!" William thought about the two things Arlin ordered, and his heart was chilled. This was a vicious trick that only the devil could come up with. It was ridiculous that he wanted to get rid of his control, and it was ridiculous that he thought everything It's all "The Captain's Plan".

"Captain Via, first mate Lowe, you are still fighting openly and secretly. The real man behind the scenes is Arlin, who has already put the noose around your necks." William breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart unexpectedly surfaced. A trace of fluke delighted, "Probably I won't die, because I have already fallen into the arms of the devil."