Pirate’s Brood Order

There are 12 pirates lined up on the floor of the morgue that has been tossed out for a long time. They are all living people who still have breath, but they are all displayed like dead people.

Three of them still had consciousness and consciousness. One had a punctured chest and lungs, and blood bubbles were coming out of its mouth; The tool is that half of the face was bluntly hit by a heavy object, and it was sunken inward, and the teeth on the cheeks were shattered all over the place, moaning/groaning weakly.

The remaining 9 patients had lost too much blood and had already fallen into a severe coma.

Yaerlin stood in the center of the "morgue", staring at the panting ship doctor, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if a smile was not a smile, combined with the surrounding display, it immediately gave off an eerie feeling .

"Anything else?" he asked.

"The ones on the deck are out of gas, do you want to pull them over?" the ship's doctor trembled.

"Oh, a dead person." Arlin sighed: "It's fine to be a dead person, and it's useless after the statute of limitations."

While speaking, he took off the black glove on his left hand, revealing his left hand with a strange black pattern inside, and at the same time, he gave William a wink.

"aging?"

The ship doctor was still trying to figure out the deep meaning of this word, when he saw Yarlin's black hand, an inexplicable thought of fear and ominousness rose in his heart. It was an instinct derived from biological evolution. The monster trembled spontaneously, and then he heard a "squeak" friction sound from behind.

The door of the morgue was slowly closed by William.

"Yarlin, your hand? And what are we doing?" Fick, who has been kept in the dark and diligently completed Yarlin's instructions, stared at Yarlin's left hand with his mouth wide open, damn it , When did Yarlin's left hand turn into that ghostly look.

"Fick, don't be nervous, everything is under my control." Yarlin squatted down, and lightly touched the chest of one of them with his fingertips. Suddenly, his left hand came to life like a living thing, densely packed with black The thread is like a monster with sharp teeth, biting off the palm-sized flesh in one bite, exposing the "thumping beating heart" inside, and then smelling blood, the heart is wrapped in black thread, turning from dark red to ink-like dark.

"The explanation is not clear in a few words, just look at it directly." The red and blue signs "0.1, 1." appeared on Yarlin's retina, corresponding to the unit of "absorbing" and the progress bar of "swallowing" respectively , He pursed his lips and whispered two words: "Transformation!"

Transformation: Transform the dead fresh creatures into their own servants. The servants at this stage have no autonomous consciousness and can accept simple instructions.

"..." Fick opened his mouth wide, dumbfounded.

"..." William's pupils shrank and trembled.

"..." The ship doctor's teeth trembled with horror.

They saw that the moment Yarlin withdrew his palm, countless black threads seemed to make a "whimper" sound, and returned to Yarlin's palm as if the tide was ebbing.

But at the same moment, the wrapped heart burst out countless black threads, piercing through the flesh with needles and threads, and the bones weaved into a spider web in the body at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then, it seemed to converge. The retracted rubber band drives the whitened muscle and skin of the created wound to retract, like a zipper pulled from the inside to suture the entire flesh.

nausea! bloody! Weird!

Fick's brain is down, he is not afraid, but he can't understand how Arlin, who has been with him day and night, has become a "monster"; William has a nausea, and his heart is full of palpitations and happiness, and the palpitations in Arlin really He was a devil, and he was glad that he belonged to the devil; the ship doctor felt cold all over his body, and his open and closed mouth seemed to have damaged his speech function in horror.

"No... not the captain... yes... yes... Yarlin!!!"

As if the signal was bad, intermittent conscious feedback appeared in the ship doctor's mind. He was terrified and wanted to turn around and escape. However, his neck was as heavy as if poured with lead water, and his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground to move. No way, he saw the dead man straighten up suddenly, staring at him coldly with his dead fish eyes, and said gloomy words: "You will keep the secret for me, right?"

The dead are talking!

Arlin is talking!

The ship doctor stared at the talking dead man in horror, and at the same time found that Yaerlin, who was keeping pace with the shape of the dead man, understood everything in an instant.

"I lied to you out of good intentions, but I think you will understand my difficulties, right?" Yarlin snapped his fingers, and the corpse closed its eyes and lay on the ground.

"Gulu." The ship doctor swallowed.

"I still need some time to prepare, Via may come later, I believe you know how to explain the delay to the captain, well, it won't take too long, just wait until dawn." Arlin began to fiddle with other things "A patient in a coma", "Oh, yes, I almost forgot, I told Via that you found some kind of weird bug in the corpse, so you need to check the whole crew, or give more Anatomy of the dead, you can remember not to go out of your way later."

The ship doctor was dumbfounded.

Yarlin ignored the ship doctor. He understood that the poor man needed time to digest the information. As for the final decision, he believed that the other party would make the result he wanted.

He has always believed in the wisdom and potential of human beings with their strong will to survive.

"I, I see." The ship doctor bit his lip, the faint smell of blood and the tingling made him regain his ability to think, his brain turned rapidly and he found out in despair that he had better obey Yarlin's orders.

Captain Via is terrifying, but Yarlin, who can manipulate corpses without knowing the depth, looks even more terrifying!

"Hehe~" Yaerlin smiled lightly without raising his head, "Congratulations, you will survive."

The ship doctor was so moved that he wanted to cry. This night was really difficult for him. He suppressed the swirling tears and looked at William with red eyes, "Let me help you bandage the wound."

"Ah, I'm really grateful." William quickly leaned on the door, took away his palm covering the wound, and let the ship doctor handle it.

Fick seemed to understand something, and he didn’t seem to understand anything. He scratched his head vigorously, but fortunately he was too lazy to think about it. He only needed to believe in Yarlin, so he grinned: “Arlin, I’ll do something What?"

"You go to guard the door, forget it..." Yaerlin glanced at Fick, thought for a while and smiled: "You should come over and help me, every time I process and transform one, you move the next one I'm coming, this will speed up the time."