2nd day, overcast.
The sky is gray, like a paper towel contaminated with ink. It starts to spread from the sea level, and the sunlight that occasionally struggles through the gaps in the dark clouds, falls on the deck as if it is dying. kind.
William looked at the sea and sky, feeling that a new rainstorm was approaching. The suppressed haze air was breathed into the lungs, and his expression was gloomy and uneasy.
No one knows where this dilapidated Via's sailing destination is, or whether it will be swallowed and capsized in the next rainstorm.
There are some Pirate gambling on the deck, and he usually participates in it, but at this moment, standing alone at the bow of the ship, looking down at the cold and vast sea as always, suddenly thinking about himself fragmented for the first time , Unbearable to look at life, what have you experienced?
"This sea once buried countless Pirate's corpses, now and in the future. It is not so much that the Via sailing in the sea of surging forward with great momentum, it is more like climbing one after another. A sea of blood and mountains."
His cold cheeks were reflected in the sea, which seemed to indicate uncertainty.
"William, what are you looking at here?" In the unpleasant voice that broke his throat, a sweaty Pirate walked over and followed William's line of sight to the sea. , Did not find anything, and then said: "The first officer asked you to come over."
As soon as you walked in, everyone in the room focused their attention. William looked at each other and counted the number of people in his mind. Sivir, Shaqiri, and Gucci were all present under the three chief mates, and the first mate was sitting in the middle of the group, with bloodshot eyes looking over.
William's heart suddenly burst, and indeed, in the next second, he heard Lowe's dry voice, the master's insidious cunning in his voice.
"William, I need you to spread a message…"
William walked out of the room with a gloomy and uncertain face and moved towards the bottom of the cabin with silent eyes There is a cloud of haze.
The damp and hot smell permeated the cabin. Pirates with their naked upper bodies and heavy body hair gathered in small groups in the corner, screaming and laughing hysterically with red ears.
The atmosphere of gambling is like the flu from the upper respiratory tract. The hot air flow from every breath is like boiling hot water. Pirates are one of the few senses.
This is what William saw when he came in. He was lifting his gloomy eyelids and immediately observed one, two, three, or four people who were not infected by the disease. They were abnormal. Lie on the bed conspicuously, without being noisy or lethargic.
Two positions close to the middle cabin, and two close to the door. William frowned. He noticed that one of the positions was closest to the door, which happened to be Yarlin.
His pupil shrink, and the fine lines at the end of his eyes outline the hidden killing intent. He quietly observes Yarlin, and the other party lay on his back on the bed, his eyebrows closed, and there seemed to be more on his pale cheeks. There was some rosy blood.
His attention was focused on Yarlin, so much so that he didn't realize the unusual weirdness of the other three sleepers.
After all, who would doubt whether the person lying around by the pillow is alive?
hu hu Yarlin, who was sleeping, didn't notice William's peeping gaze. His consciousness was immersed in the deepest part of his mind. He called it tentatively. After all, he was not sure that Astur was bad. Where does this strange lifeform reside in his body?
The left hand is only the external form of Asturgers, a form of expression in a narrow sense, but heaven knows Asturgers can hardly be defined as the concept of existence in a broad sense.
Mind or soul, or a certain co-existing cell, a rebuilt structural tissue and organ in a certain body, Yarlin sometimes is fortunate that there is no "X-ray and CT" on this broken ship This kind of perspective instrument, otherwise, he would not help but watch the real situation of his body within the body.
That scene, I'm afraid it will be wonderful!
Getting back to the subject, Yarlin's consciousness at this moment sees through a dark desolation, pitch black, deep, and gloomy. In the silence, there seems to be a huge and small shadow rooted here. It is said that it is small because of geometry alone. The meaning is defined in terms of volume and form. At best, it is no more than a slap. Saying that it is huge is because of the inexplicable shock of the senses. It feels like facing the first singularity of the universe, the kind of fear derived from the instinct of life.
It's like, you don't think that a meteorite that falls to the ground is small, because it once lived in the sky and vast, unpredictable and unimaginable; it's like you can't despise one even The most compact nuclear bomb, because it can create a vast sea of blood.
It was an extremely contradictory feeling, so that Yarlin felt that using the name "it" was not enough respect, and could only choose "him", and now, he and himself coexist as one.
Shadow occludes all light. More precisely, it is the shadow itself. It is a vague outline, like a seed full of tentacles. Numerous black lines sway and sway. Yarlin can clearly Perceiving six black threads is unusual.
Four of them penetrate the space and extend into the darkness of nothingness; there is also a black wire snaking and swinging end to end, and the connection is woven into an oval ball bag, which looks like a blood bag for infusion. It is like the blastoderm that breeds life; the last one turns into a straight black line, which penetrates straight into a human-shaped illusory shadow.
"The illusory shadow reflects me, and that different black line happens to be one after another in contrast to Astur's three abilities-transformation, swallowing, and absorption."
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Yarlin looking thoughtful, several scenes flashed in his mind.
1st fragment: The corpse with the broken neck stood up from the ground again, and it was done the same way all night. Behind him and Bill stood a total of four stiff and pale "living corpses" standing side by side.
2nd episode: The warm body of a woman was swallowed by his left hand, countless black threads overflowed, and even the dregs were swallowed.
3rd episode: A stiff Pirate in the stern of the night, the flesh of the whole body becomes old and withered at the speed visible by naked eye, like a dry corpse that has been drained of blood and water, and then by a black palm Push into the bottom of the sea.
The first and third episodes are naturally the results of Yarlin's night, which is slightly different from the number of people originally planned. It does not matter. In short, the efficiency is quite high.
"Astur's bad, I'm coming!" Yarlin in the heart called.
In the next moment, the deep echoing sound was shaking, Yarlin saw a vertical line suddenly cracked in the middle of the black species in the shadow, and a section of dark vertical lines appeared, and the deep and strange eyes looked at each other.
"Draining a person into a nutrient to absorb, the feeling of absorbing growth is like the evolving life that never stops, every cell is irrepressibly intoxicated and sinking." Yarlin Make an expression of greedy breathing, "Oh, it's the first time I draw life. Please forgive me for expressing emotions that I can't help but it's hard to restrain. Heh~ What I want to ask is, in the sense that you swallowed that woman and gained Needs?"