Chapter 1129: Chapter 1127: Harmonica
What is that thing...
Although the two gigantic tentacles retracted into the water without a trace after one strike,
The ferocity of that moment still left Delanlay completely frozen, to the extent that he didn’t even worry about how the loud noise might expose them more.
"Even though you probably won’t drown, are you sure you’re just going to ignore this?"
Fu Qian saw this and pointed towards the water, kindly reminding him.
"Is that... the Sea God?"
As if awoken from a dream, Delanlay turned his head abruptly to look at Fu Qian, his face filled with the bewilderment of collapsing faith.
"Why would it listen to you?"
It couldn’t be mistaken!
The terrifying power, the reverence that made people dare not look directly, those two tentacles clearly came from a Divine Being.
But how could such a being obey a Mortal?
However, the reality was right before his eyes; there was no doubt that it had appeared following this man’s movements, wait—
Delanlay quickly realized something else.
"The attacks on the ship outside, they were your commands..."
His voice was already somewhat hoarse.
Was his elaborately designed assassination plan already within some control that he couldn’t comprehend?
This chilling possibility made the grey and white scene before him doubly terrifying.
"It’s impossible, why would you do this? You—"
The next moment, Delanlay realized something.
"You intentionally had it drive the people here, and you even lured in this Mermaid..."
Hehehehe...
Facing Delanlay’s vivid imagination, Fu Qian let out a series of cold chuckles like a schemer behind the curtain, as a sign of agreement.
And after laughing, he didn’t say anything; he simply turned around and walked away.
Overwhelmed by the shock of his earlier conjectures, Delanlay clenched his teeth as he watched this scene unfold, ultimately not daring to stop and demand an explanation.
Looking down at his feet for a moment, after a slight hesitation, he still dived into the water and fished out a twisted ironwood cage.
Seeing the Mermaid still struggling fervently, his expression became profoundly meaningful.
...
So, for now, it seems that both the Mermaid and Delanlay’s abnormal encounters are relatively "normal."
As for myself, of course, it’s the same.
Although the chaos and instability are quite obvious, as a Demigod, I am not so easily affected.
Silently summarizing the gains from just now, Fu Qian sprinted back to the island, completely indifferent to whether his actions would profoundly surprise anyone in the mountains.
The words just now weren’t only to scare Delanlay; even if Lann and his people are cowards, purely for their own safety, they would still be able to appoint an Observer station.
Even knowing their landing point, predicting where this Observation post would be situated wasn’t difficult.
So Fu Qian was fairly certain that someone had been terrified by the sight of the giant tree soaring into the sky just now.
And when it came time for him to ask for assistance as a favor, that location had even more hidden Observers.
He believed that the shocking scenes that followed would effectively help suppress their thirst for retaliation, thereby allowing him to observe Delanlay and the little Mermaid as an independent sample once more, to compare the changes before and after.
Given that this mission involved oppressing all beings and searching for abnormalities, the more probes, the better.
As for the possibility of Delanlay fleeing the Sea of Ashes in fear?
Fu Qian was not worried at all.
That was a "Sea God’s" threat; even just for the sake of survival, as long as one’s brain wasn’t damaged, there would hardly be anyone who thought of escaping by water.
And in the eyes of Lann and his companions, even without knowing the content of his conversation with Delanlay, they would probably quickly deduce the conclusion that "the Sea God deliberately drove everyone into this place," thus successfully stimulating potential in the face of a desperate situation.
Considering that this required a brainstorming process, Fu Qian did not rush to disturb them.
What he was doing now was quite simple.
By calculating the speed and time, he deduced Lady Ran Hui’s possible range of activity and then designed the most reasonable search route.
That previous act of leaving the group clearly had a purpose and was quite significant; Fu Qian wanted to confirm whether there had been any unexpected changes to this purpose.
...
What was reassuring was that Lady Ran Hui seemed to have great confidence in her partners, firmly believing they would not have the courage to climb over mountains and follow her, so her actions were quite unrestrained.
After delving into the interior of the Floating Islands’ Mountains, Fu Qian quickly spotted a familiar figure on a seaside cliff.
With her back to him and silent, Lady Ran Hui seemed to embody a bit of a contemplative mood as she gazed into the distance.
As a fellow man of letters, Fu Qian naturally did not approach and disturb her with great poise as well.
And after a few minutes of this slightly melancholic atmosphere, Lady Ran Hui finally made a move.
First, she took off her gloves and tossed them aside, then she removed the mask from her face.
From this angle, only half of her true face was visible, with pinkish flesh looking rather ghastly.
Not too surprising, it was just like her hands, bearing marks as if scorched by fierce flames.
One could understand why Lann would specially permit her to wear a mask; the name Ran Hui was also quite fitting.
Alas!
With a long sigh, Lady Ran Hui threw down her mask and fumbled in her bosom, pulling out something.
Hmm... so you are not only a Poaching Group, but also a musical instrument enthusiast group?
And after seeing what she took out, Fu Qian felt his urge to mock was stirring.
Another harmonica!
Regardless of the exquisite design or the transcendent aura it contained, it was no less than the one Lann held.
Could it be that this harmonica was meant to summon Fishmen instead of Mermaids?
The problem was that even among the Poachers, her Ranking was not particularly prominent, let alone being within the Sea of Ashes.
If she was to be so unrestrained, the outcome would be worrisome.
Amidst these reflections, Lady Ran Hui did not delay and the beautiful sound of the harmonica gradually filled the air.
To be fair, her playing skills were mediocre, not even comparable to Lann’s, generally not even sufficient for an amateur.
However, she played very seriously, focusing entirely on the sea in front of her.
Regrettably, no distorted Fishman emerged to answer her call, and aside from the harmonica’s echoing, there was no other movement.
Lady Ran Hui did not get discouraged and repeatedly played the same melody over and over.
Finally, amidst the waves slapping against the cliff below, there emerged an incongruous sound.
An oddly shaped body, with slow steps, emerged from the water.
This seemed to be a person.
Fu Qian observed the figure who walked out of the sea and finally stood below the cliff gazing upwards.
It was still possible to make out the torso and limbs, it was not too tall, aside from the unrecognizable face, the most noticeable feature was the Scales growing on various parts of the body.
However, these Scales were not only oddly placed but were also of bizarre shapes.
Moreover, all over the body, one could see randomly distributed sharp horns and spines.
"Li Min..."
Looking down on this scene from above, Lady Ran Hui finally put down the harmonica and, trembling, called out a name.