Pirate's Brood Order

Chapter 11 The First Dead Man

His face seemed to be covered with a wet sponge, water flowed in from his mouth and nose, and the air in his lungs became thinner and thinner. The feeling of suffocation was like a dark palm holding his throat, suffocated, struggling…

Jack suddenly woke up from his sleep, he reached out his hand to touch his face, touched a wet object, lifted it up and shook it in front of his eyes, really a black…glove?

Jack’s face turned dark, he threw his gloves on the ground with a vague curse, and then touched his face with the bed sheet. Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a person standing at the door.

The door was half open, and looking out from his direction, he could just see a vague outline outlined at the door, and the dappled and dim moonlight fell down as if it was a bald head.

“Bill?”

Jack rubbed his eyes and pulled out the sticky yellow eye feces.

Looking at it again, it turned out to be a bright bald head. Jack opened his mouth, and closed it in a ghostly manner without making a sound. He moved carefully and got out of the bed, tiptoeing towards the door.

“The first officer said Bill was killed, then…”

There was some confusion in his mind, but he instinctively realized that he seemed to have discovered a major secret. His heart was beating very fast. For some reason, he didn’t say anything, as if he shouldn’t break the weird silence at this moment.

Perhaps out of a certain fear, but even out of a certain expectation that he himself was not sure about, Jack could not accurately grasp his first reaction, however, the other pair of prying eyes in the dark did not seem to be surprised.

Selfishness and greed are the roots of human inferiority. This is not only reflected in wealth and power, but also in secret and inquiry, although people are always uncertain whether the buried behind is a treasure or a…dead!

“Bill, it’s you, I know I didn’t read it wrong.”

Jack approached from behind, with his palm on Bill’s shoulder, his voice deliberately lowered: “The chief mate said that you and Chat were killed. I was sad for a while, and now it’s great to find that you were all right.”

Bill turned his back to Jack, motionless, and on Jack’s right, behind the half-covered door, a dark and strange palm came out quietly, grabbing his back from the darkness inch by inch.

“Hey, Bill, the first mate lied, right? You can rest assured that I won’t tell anyone.” Jack thought that Bill was worried about being discovered. He grinned and squeezed Bill’s shoulder slightly with his palm: “But you can Tell me what the first mate wants to do, maybe I can help?”

Bill still turned his back to him without saying a word.

Jack’s face suddenly turned gloomy. He called “Bill” in a low voice, with a hint of threat in his unnatural tone. He continued to use his palms, but suddenly felt that the touch from his fingertips was strange, cold, stiff, and a bit strange. An indescribable smoothness, like something flowing underneath the surface layer of skin, not blood vessels, but another kind of weird living thing.

Thinking about it this way, his brain hole suddenly opened. He realized that the temperature from the palm of his hand was cold and biting. He suddenly trembled, and only felt that a cold electricity from the sole of the foot rushed from the tail bone to the forehead and on the back. The dense cold sweat is like a slippery venomous snake walking and sliding on the back, and then stopping at the second to third section of the thoracic spine, which happens to be the position of the heart.

“No, there is really something on the back!”

Just when Jack was about to turn around, Bill’s head began to twist strangely, first the head was twisting, then the neck, then the torso… as if those were not a whole, but individual joints were working independently. Only in the end pieced together a seemingly identical result-Bill turned around.

Jack’s tongue was stiff. He didn’t know whether he should turn around or stare directly at Bill. Then, his face was instantly pale, and he finally saw Bill’s face, a pair of white, dead fish eyes.

Creepy!

Heartbroken, tongue trembling, throat trembling unconsciously, his whole body stiffened and down, only his lips seemed to be able to manipulate, Jack suddenly realized that this was his last resistance, he needed to scream out like a bitch.

In the next second, a cold voice cut off Jack’s final fantasy, and he felt a tingling pain from his vest, as if something terrifying and slippery creature got into his body.

Accompanied by the tingling and tingling is the command to extinguish all vitality: “Block the mouth in front of you.”

“what?”

Bill’s actions were faster than Jack’s thinking. From standing still to attacking, there was no sign of any signs. Jack was horrified to see Bill’s right hand popped out as an electric shock, stabbing a sharp straight line diagonally in the air, absolutely straight.

“Hmm~”

In fact, he didn’t even make this sound and his mouth was blocked. It didn’t look like a palm at all. It should be a wall that slammed straight into his mouth, closing his mouth tightly, even to ensure a tight fit. Without revealing the slightest breath, Jack could feel between his lips and the two leaky teeth, Bill’s fingers squeezed in and pressed in against his upper jaw.

“do not want……”

He wailed in his heart, his eyeballs seemed to fall out of his eye sockets because of his force, the entire face was wrinkled, his mouth was biting hard, and there was fishy and cold blood flowing in his throat. His tears and nose flowed across. However, Bill Hao I didn’t feel it, my fingerprints didn’t move.

The tingling sensation in the vest has begun to disappear. Something is moving in the body. The heart seems to be penetrated, entangled, and swallowed. The strength of the whole body is quickly flowing and clean. Jack’s eyelids seem to be poured into lead water, but he dare not. Closing his eyes, he stared fiercely, so he reflected from Pilsen’s white pupils and his eyes began to fade.

“To become like Bill…”

He had a premonition of his fate, he was unwilling, he resented, until now, he didn’t know who the person behind was, that voice was a bit familiar, but he couldn’t remember it for a moment, and there was not much time left for him.

“Secrets are called secrets because of ~~~”

The syllables were prolonged, a cheek protruded from Jack’s shoulder, with a jokingly triumphant smile on his face: “Most people who want to peek are dead!”

“Yarlin! That’s the voice—it is Yarlin!!!”

The last touch of black in Jack’s eyes disappeared, and then a deeper and strange black line flashed away. Yarlin saw it, so he grinned: “The first one, it’s happily done.”

“Then, next one!”

Bill let go, Jack closed his lips expressionlessly, turned and stood side by side behind Yarlin.

Yallin opened the door again and walked in. He walked to Jack’s bed, squatted softly and picked up the glove on the ground, then flung it again.

“Snapped!”

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