MTL - Pirate’s Brood Order-Chapter 11 1st dead

His face seemed to be covered with a wet sponge, water was pouring in from his nose and mouth, the air in his lung cavity was getting thinner and thinner, and he felt suffocated like a dark palm was pinching his throat, suffocating, struggling...

Jack suddenly woke up from his sleep. He stretched out his hand to touch his face, touched something wet, lifted it and shook it in front of his eyes, it was really a black...glove?

Jack's face turned dark. He threw the gloves on the ground after swearing indistinctly, then took the sheet and touched his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a person standing at the door.

The door was ajar and half-closed. Looking out from his direction, he could just see a vague outline outlined at the door, and the mottled and dim moonlight hung down, vaguely like a bald head.

"Bill?"

Jack rubbed his eyes and pulled out the sticky yellow mucus from his eyes.

Looking at it again, it turned out to be a shiny bald head. Jack opened his mouth and closed it without making a sound. He carefully turned over and got out of bed, and tiptoed towards the door.

"The mate said that 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 kept silent, as if he felt that he should not break the strange silence at the moment.

Maybe it was out of some kind of fear, or even some kind of expectation that he wasn't sure about, Jack couldn't accurately grasp his first reaction. However, the other pair of prying eyes in the dark showed no surprise at all.

Selfishness and greed are the bad roots of human beings, which are not only reflected in wealth and power, but also include secrets and exploration, although people are always uncertain whether the treasure buried behind is a treasure or a... corpse!

"Bill, it's really you, I know I'm not wrong."

Jack approached from behind, put his palm on Bill's shoulder, and lowered his voice deliberately: "The first mate said that you and Chat were killed. I was still sad for a while, but now I find that you are all right. It's great."

Bill turned his back to Jack and didn't move at all. On Jack's right side, behind the half-closed door, a dark and eerie palm came out quietly and was grabbing at his back inch by inch from the darkness.

"Hey, Bill, the first mate lied, right? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone." Jack thought Bill was worried about being discovered, he grinned, and squeezed Bill's shoulder slightly with his palm: "However, you can Tell me what the mate wants to do, maybe I can help?"

Bill still turned his back to him and said nothing.

Jack's face suddenly turned gloomy. He called out the name "Bill" in a low voice, with a hint of intimidation in his tone. He continued to exert force on his palm, but suddenly felt the touch from his fingertips was unusually strange, cold, stiff, and a bit more. An indescribable smooth feeling, as if there are slender things flowing under the superficial skin, not blood vessels but more like another weird living thing.

Thinking of this, his brain hole suddenly opened the door. He realized that the temperature from the palm of his hand was cold and biting, and he suddenly trembled, only to feel a cold electricity from the sole of his foot, from the tailbone to the forehead, and the back of the back. The dense cold sweat was dripping like a slippery poisonous snake running and sliding on the back, and then stopped at the second to third thoracic vertebrae, which happened to be the position of the heart.

"No, there really is something on the back!"

Just as Jack was about to turn around, Bill's head began to twist strangely. First, the head was twisting, then the neck, and then the torso... As if those were not a whole, but individual joints that were running independently. Only in the end pieced together a seemingly identical result - Bill turned around.

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

Creepy!

His heart was broken, his tongue was trembling, his throat was shaking unconsciously, his whole body was frozen, and only his lips seemed to be able to manipulate. Jack suddenly realized that this was his last resistance, and he needed to scream like a bitch.

The next second, an icy voice interrupted Jack's last fantasy. He felt a tingling pain from his vest, as if some horrible and smooth living thing had burrowed into his body.

Accompanied by tingling and numbness is the order to extinguish all vitality: "Block the mouth in front of you."

"what?"

Faster than Jack's thinking was Bill's movement. From stillness to attack, there was no sign. Jack was horrified to see Bill's right hand pop out like an electric shock, slashing a sharp straight line in the air, absolutely straight.

"No~"

In fact, he didn't even make this sound, and his mouth was blocked. It didn't look like a fleshy palm at all. It should have been a wall smashing straight into his mouth, closing his mouth tightly, even in order to ensure a tight fit. , Without showing a breath, Jack could feel between his lips and the two leaky teeth, Bill's fingers squeezed in and pressed against his upper jaw~www.novelbuddy.com~Don't..."

He wailed in his heart, the eyeballs seemed to fall out of their sockets because of the force, the whole face was wrinkled and twisted, and the mouth was biting hard, and the stench and cold blood flowed from the throat. Like nothing, his fingers didn't move at all.

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. Closing his eyes, he stared, so his own eyeballs began to fade from the reflection in Bilsen's white pupils.

"To be like Bill..."

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

"The reason why the secret is called the secret is because~~~"

The syllables were lengthened, a cheek protruded from Jack's shoulder, with a playful smug smile on his face: "Most of those who want to peep are dead!"

"Yarlin! That's the voice—it's Arlin!!!"

The last black line in Jack's eyes disappeared, and then, a deeper and weirder black line flashed away, and Yaerlin saw it, so he grinned: "The first one, happy to do it."

"Then, the next one!"

Bill let go of his hand, Jack closed his lips expressionlessly, turned around and stood side by side behind Arlin.

Yaerlin opened the door again and walked in. He walked to Jack's bed, squatted down and picked up the gloves on the ground, then threw them again.

"Snapped!"

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