Pirate Codex

"dong dong dong"

There was no time to slander the time travel, but the sound of footsteps approaching from far away reached my ears.

A pair of dirty and stained leather boots naturally appeared in Yang Ming's mind, as well as a deep-rooted fear.

Arthur was so afraid of Captain Jack that he also had an impact on himself who came back from time to time to resurrect the corpse.

Yang Ming quickly closed his eyes, suppressed the instinctive trembling of his body, and pretended to be unconscious.

The visitor stood still behind Yang Ming, and a strong smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of iron came to his face, which was pungent and unpleasant.

what does he want to do

Someone just seemed to say that Captain Claude was dead.

Before Yang Ming could think about the thoughts of the person behind him, a fierce kick hit him in the back.

"boom"

Yang Ming was kicked hard and hit the stone wall in front of him.

"Um"

The sudden pain made Yang Ming unable to bear it any longer, and he let out a cry of pain involuntarily.

bad

At this critical moment of life and death, Yang Ming miraculously ignored the severe pain all over his body and his mind was as clear as ever.

The body that possessed him was already on the verge of death. If he took a few more blows, not to mention Arthur, even he would be finished.

Yang Ming burst out with a strong desire to survive and used all the strength he had just accumulated to turn over and stay away from the next possible attack behind him.

However, reality gave Yang Ming a huge blow.

The right hand he had just raised lost strength before it reached the ground, and fell softly to the ground again.

What the hell?

Yang Ming looked desperately at his right hand that fell back to the ground. At this time, his body returned to the uncontrollable state it was at the beginning.

The mouth cannot speak and the body cannot move.

He couldn't even ask for mercy.

God is going to finish me off now

Yang Ming stopped struggling and could only close his eyes, waiting for death like a beached whale.

Congratulations to Mr. Yang Ming for taking the time travel one-day trip.

Should I go get a lunch box next?

Yang Ming lay helplessly on the cold stone ground, letting the pain erode him, laughing lightly at himself.

I'm so unwilling

I just took a short nap in the office, and then I was inexplicably transported here to die.

And when I traveled through time, it looked like this and had such a plot.

why

By what

Facing the threat of death, Yang Ming felt countless anxiety, tension, anger, frustration, pain and unwillingness. The emotions were mixed, like an Abhi Hell that was difficult to escape from, making people sink deeper and deeper.

Why haven't you taken action yet?

Give me a quickie as soon as possible

"tick tick"

However, the response behind him was silence, only the chilling sound of ticking and an even stronger fishy smell.

After a short silence, a low voice of surprise slowly sounded from behind: "This kid is actually still alive."

The voice was no longer crazy and neurotic, Captain Jack seemed to have regained his senses.

Ok

Yang Ming's heart moved slightly, and there was a glimmer of hope.

Memories surged, and in Arthur's blood-colored memories filled with fear, Captain Jack would return to his senses after venting his anger every time. He would not continue to abuse the surviving opponents, but would take good care of them for next time. use.

As long as you can live, you still have a chance.

Then, after a slight noise, Yang Ming could feel someone squatting down in front of him.

Yang Ming quickly adjusted his breathing to be deep and slow to suit his current state of being seriously injured and comatose.

As a nursing student in his previous life, he only became an after-sales service staff for a pharmaceutical company after graduation, but Yang Ming still understood basic medical knowledge.

Comatose patients with serious body injuries and severe blood loss will definitely have symptoms of sighing breathing, tidal breathing, deep and slow breathing, and even respiratory arrest.

Although I don't know why I can still breathe normally now, I must be pretending.

Holjack used the back of his hand to wipe away the blood splashed on his face. He walked to the lucky kid on the ground and squatted down. He wiped his skinny right hand with thick blood on the ground and put it under the kid's nose to explore. .

"You won't die this way. It seems that this kid has pretty good talent."

Holjack opened his mouth wide, revealing a pair of black and yellow carious teeth, and smiled indifferently.

But

It doesn't matter how talented he is, I have no interest in cultivating him.

In my case, it's just a toy.

Halljack thought casually in his mind.

Then he stood up, stretched out his right hand to push back the greasy black hair, glanced at the dark-skinned kid on the other side who was lying on the ground and curled up in pain, and then turned his attention to the two people kneeling on the ground with their heads lowered. A little devil.

"What a shame."

"There will be no extra meals today."

Holjack sighed with exaggerated regret. After seeing the two brats kneeling on the ground shaking even more violently, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly with satisfaction.

The greasy black gray hair, muddy brown eyes, wrinkles and sagging facial muscles, black and yellow cavities, and a messy beard stained with blood make it look like a ghastly and terrifying creature. Terrible evil spirit.

Look, I, Holjack, am still the feared captain of the Ghost Hand Pirates ten years ago, Ghost Hand Jack.

"Hahahaha"

Holjack raised his right hand to the sky and laughed wildly, while his left sleeve was hanging down empty.

"Hahaha cough cough cough"

"cough cough cough cough"

Not long after he laughed, a violent cough interrupted Holjack's illusory joy.

Holjack covered his mouth with his right hand, and his body trembled as he coughed.

"cough cough cough cough"

"cough cough"

After a while, Holjack calmed down and straightened his back again.

Hey, this damn consumption.

Holjack frowned and looked at the bloody phlegm in the palm of his right hand, showing no interest at all.

He put down his hand, casually shook away the bloody phlegm in his hand, and then looked at the two brats who were kneeling on the ground with sinister eyes, not daring to make a sound.

"Drag those two brats down."

"That's it for today."

After he finished speaking sadly, Holjack stopped paying attention to the little ghosts and walked straight to a big bed in the distance covered with branches and hay.

"Good."

"I know."

The two teenagers who were kneeling on the ground finally dared to stand up and tremblingly came to the two people lying on the ground.

Yang Ming's ears twitched slightly, and he heard a series of tiny footsteps coming to his side.

Immediately afterwards, his feet were pulled up forcefully, and his body was dragged up by a considerable force.

The body rubbed against the cold, sticky and dirty stone floor, and a winding blood trail was drawn out as it was dragged.

At this time, Arthur's remaining fear began to dissipate, and his body relaxed.

From the memories of the past, I know that the performance is over at this point.

Only then did Yang Ming secretly open his eyes again, enduring the pain, and looked around.