Pirate’s Brood Order

the next day.

As soon as he opened the door in the morning, he saw William standing at the door. It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time. Yarlin looked at William. His face was a little tired, as if he hadn't slept well all night. However, his eyes were burning with energy.

Yarlin looked at the corpse that William dragged out from under the bed. The corpse had been stiff and decomposed after lying there all night, exuding a smell of corpse.

Yarlin covered his nose and said indifferently, "Find a way to dispose of the corpse."

Seeing Yarlin's unsurprised expression from beginning to end, William felt awe-inspiring, and secretly rejoiced that he made the right decision last night.

"I'll take care of it," William replied.

Yarlin took a deep look at William. Unlike before, there was something more in William's eyes besides the fear that he should have. Even though he pretended well, he still couldn't hide it from Yarlin. Familiar with this look, ambition is buried in fear.

"It's interesting!" He smiled meaningfully with the corners of his mouth twitched, and threw the blood-stained money bag back to William. "If you have nothing to do, you can go out for a stroll and inquire about it. Our next stop is Shields Town."

William's whole body trembled slightly, and there was a perverted excitement on his face. He knew that it was only at this moment that he was gradually trusted by Yarlin.

Arlin returned to his room, and after a while, Fick rolled up his bedding and yawned and walked into William's room.

Close the door and lock it from the inside.

Yarlin drew the curtains and turned on the light. He was holding a toolbox in his hand, which was the legacy left by the ship's doctor. At the same time, one after another, the transformants crawled out from under the bed and stood side by side in a row.

Opening the box, there were some large and small knives, some gauze and potions stacked inside, and Yarlin casually pulled out a 3-inch long scalpel with a thin pinky finger.

Gently holding the scalpel, Yarlin stared at the transformed body with strange eyes. It was about half a month before the caravan arrived at Caishi Town. This time was free and he needed to use it. For himself ability to do a test.

The testing process may be crude and crude, but the testing itself is of great significance, and the results require detailed records and feedback.

Yarlin had this idea a long time ago, and today he is finally going to put it into action. Thinking about it makes him a little excited.

On retinal imaging, the 3D projection is rotating:

mental strength 1

Nerve conduction rate 1

Bone Hardness 1

Muscle Activity 2.2

Blood Density Flow Rate 1

Incomplete body - complete body (progress bar 1/100)

Draw distribution points (0)

"The representation of numbers is more precise. However, it's not enough to just stay at the digital level. More subjective feelings are needed." Yaerlin said to himself, his eyes flashed fiercely, and the scalpel was deep on his wrist. Make a deep cut.

The skin was cut open, dripping with blood, the red and white muscles were cracked inch by inch, the cold scalpel was cruelly pressed close to the bones, Yaerlin's forehead was covered with sweat.

It is worth mentioning that he pinches the knife with his left hand and cuts with his right hand.

The left hand is the external manifestation of Astur Keer's boarding, in a sense, it is Astur Keer's facade, and Yarlin will only destroy his facade if his brain is broken. At least, in a short period of time, this idea He also needs restraint.

"There is no black silk in the musculoskeletal."

Yarlin cruelly spread the muscle tissue with his fingers, exposing the wound to the air. He suppressed the pain and pressed the muscle with the back of the knife.

The back of the knife pressed an imprint on the muscle, and when the knife was removed, it bounced back at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the imprint disappeared.

Yarlin picked up a pen and wrote in the notebook: "The muscles are tight and fine, with sufficient resistance, and the elasticity is like a rubber band. The cutting of the blade is like cutting on brown sugar, which is extremely laborious."

After thinking about it, he stabbed the blade vertically on the wound, and then exerted force on his muscles. He could see the texture of the muscles collapsed and tightened, and red fibers stretched inside the muscles, which looked like snail tentacles knotted together. .

Let go, the blade is clamped by the muscles and stands vertically.

The muscles are tightly closed, and you can even hear the "zila" sound of metal being squeezed, as well as the friction sound of blood being tightly blocked. The sounds are mixed together, which is very strange.

Yarlin relaxed his focus, stretched his arm muscles, and held the scalpel in his hand again.

"Muscle fibers are thick and dense. When you are fully concentrated, you can even manipulate and control micro muscles. You can heal wounds without needles and sutures to achieve the purpose of hemostasis, but you need a high degree of concentration, and prolonged muscle tension will lead to soreness. "

Yarlin recorded these subjective feelings and kept them as a comparison for future experiments.

"The value of muscle activity affects the strength, elasticity, and density of the muscle." Yarlin fiddled with the wounded muscle in various ways, and performed various simple tests he could think of.

"The increase in muscle activity will directly lead to the growth of muscle tissue, increase in strength, and indirectly increase flexibility and the speed of wound healing."

When he was 2 hours old, Yarlin's right wrist was wrapped with a bandage, the blood flow had stopped, and the slightly itchy wound seemed to indicate that his underlying muscles had begun to re-grow and heal at an accelerated rate.

"At this speed, the wound will heal completely in about 5 days and return to its original state." Yarlin estimated the approximate time, knowing that a finger-length and deep incision would take at least a month for a normal person to heal.

"Muscle activity 2.2 is only twice the unit 1 numerically, but is the actual increase ratio four times that of normal people?"

Marking this item on the notebook, Yarlin thought about it.

There was no change in the other data, and there was no need for a test for the time being, let alone a comparison of subjective feelings. After sitting by the bed and resting for a while, Yarlin ordered one of the transformants to lie flat on the bed.

He can cut his own knife without hesitation, and he is even more unrelenting when it comes to the transformed body Yarlin. With a flick of his wrist, the scalpel cut a 20 cm incision on his chest.

Roughly peeling off the flesh, the black silk thread inside trembled and bent inward when touched by his palm, spontaneously exposing the entire inside of the chest cavity.

Yarlin stared at the heart wrapped in countless black threads, and his heart moved slightly: "This black egg is getting bigger, it is growing!"

At first, Yarlin thought that the transforming body referred to the "living corpse" itself, but now he didn't think so. He realized that the black egg was the transforming body itself, and the external living corpse was just a disguise for the host, although , this layer of camouflage is very unsuccessful.

So, here comes the problem.

The transformants he saw now were only at the stage of embryonic development, that is to say, the seven transformants he had on hand were still hatching at all.

It's like claiming to get a chicken, but all I get is an egg, and I have to incubate it myself. Is this considered fraud?

Yarlin didn't seek an explanation from Astur Yuer, probably it was just a waste of time, what he needed to think about was how to hatch this black egg.