Thirty-five Deep Sea Abyss
Lu Yinche was more wronged than Dou E.
Yan Yanshu's eyes weren't filled with suspicion, but rather a hint of grievance. Like the stray dogs he'd fed in his youth, the first one to arrive would be filled with disbelief when it saw another of its kind competing for food.
At this moment, Lu Yinche and he were in the same water-repellent bead area, feeling a sense of humiliation that was difficult to defend. He calmly pressed Yan Yanshu's hand through his sleeve, then turned to Liu Dazhu and scolded him with a smile, "Can you please learn to speak like a human being? Is this how you use words?"
"Isn't it?" The mermaid named Dazhu touched his nose, as if thinking, then put on a fierce expression and stared at them.
"You plopped down and left, leaving no one to play with you. I was so upset I cried and wailed. This is what it means to be abandoned after having an affair. And any other man, humph, an adulterer."
Card player.
Lu Yinche decided to calm Yan Yanshu down first. He was afraid that this guy would lose control and draw his sword.
Being the best swordsman in the world, he can pierce the sky and the earth, but what will happen if he becomes a fish killer?
No matter how great his sins were, Lu Yinche should be split into one, two, three, four, five, or six pieces by the Heaven.
Yan Yanshu knew what he meant and placed his hand on Lu Yinche's hand with very light force.
Dazhu may have been at the bottom of the sea for too long, and his eyesight wasn't very good, so he didn't notice the two people's little movements. He just said, "Why do you look so shabby?"
At first, Lu Yinche thought he was talking about his appearance and attire. He thought that his clothes were quite neat today and were just wet by the waves created by this guy. There was no need to describe the attack force as so strong. Then he realized that the eyes of mermaids are different from those of humans.
He saw something more essential.
For example, the soul.
Yan Yanshu stood in front of Lu Yinche and asked, "Who are you?"
Dazhu snorted: "I won't talk to an adulterer unless—"
Lu Yinche rolled his eyes: "He won't play leaf games with you. If you have something to say, just say it. What's the big deal about pulling him down from the seabed for me?"
"Nothing," Liu Dazhu said innocently, "I saw you passing by me and thought you were looking for me. I was afraid you'd get lost, so I called you down."
"You're quite proud..." Lu Yinche held his forehead, turned around and said to Yan Yanshu, "Forget it, let's not bother with the fish, let's go back."
Yan Yanshu nodded.
But Liu Dazhu refused to let them leave: "Since we're here, you taught me this. I don't care. Now that you're down here, why don't you come over to my place and have some fun? We'll have pickled fish tonight."
"What? You guys got some pickled cabbage from the bottom of the sea?" Lu Yinche didn't really like it, he was just a little surprised.
The customs and habits of mermaids are very different from those of humans, far more than just their marriage customs. Live fish are their main food, so it can be said that these processes are very rare for them.
Dazhu said, "Liu Yixia made this. You ate it last time when you were here."
Lu Yinche didn't correct him for using the idiom incorrectly again. He was surprised by the second half of the sentence. Last time, what last time?
Is this also something from the hundreds of years of memory he lost?
Lu Yinche turned his head and glanced at Yan Yanshu, whose eyes told him "it's okay".
He said, "Okay, I'll take him to have some free food."
Mermaids live together. Lu Yinche heard that there are several other tribes in other places. The mermaids here live in a place called "Turtle Palace". As the name suggests, there is a huge turtle shell, about three or four stories high and hundreds of meters long and wide.
Part of the turtle shell has been polished very thin, even somewhat translucent. The mermaids built a smaller house inside and lit it. From a distance, it looks like a big glowing steamed bun.
The giant beast that grew to this size has long since passed away, and the legend of the mermaid itself cannot clearly explain its origin. Liu Dazhu's version is that it is a tea pet used by the Dragon God when making tea.
"A huge amount." Lu Yinche clasped his fists, "Have you seen the Dragon God?"
Liu Dazhu said as a matter of course: "No, there is no Dragon God. That's why it's just a legend." He showed an expression that said a human cultivator is really stupid.
Lu Yinche: ...
The Turtle Palace was home to perhaps eleven or twelve mermaid families. It was a small complex, with many vacant houses left behind by older ancestors. The longer a species lived, the more difficult it was to reproduce. This was simply the result of the balance of power established by Heaven. Even without Lu Yinche's explanation, Yan Yanshu understood.
He looked around and followed Lu Yinche closely.
The latter told him not to be so nervous.
"The mermaids here all have the surname Liu. I forgot why. Maybe the first person our ancestors saw when they came ashore was surnamed Liu," Lu Yinche said casually. "I think their names are pretty random. Yeah, it feels no different from what I remember."
Liu Dazhu led them to a small house that looked like someone lived in it. Lu Yinche pointed over there and said, "I know this one. It belongs to Liu Xiajia." He paused and said, "It's the one I told you about before."
The mermaid who fell in love with a human.
Seeing no one in the courtyard, Liu Dazhu walked straight in and said, "You said last time that you had a man, why did you change to another one? Or is this the reincarnation of your human race? The previous one has already died once? It makes sense. After all, it has been hundreds of years."
Liu Dazhu showed an expression that said, "I am an expert." He was so mature and wise that it made people want to hit him. "It's better to have some cultivation. After reincarnation, you can still find your soul."
Lu Yinche wanted to trick him, so he just went along with him and said, "Whether it's reincarnation or not, the mermaids know best. You know it at a glance, why do you even need to ask me?"
Liu Dazhu said: "I don't know. The man before you was so dull and looked like his soul was broken. I didn't dare to touch him."
Dumbfounded?
That’s definitely not Yan Yanshu.
Lu Yinche didn't know why he felt a little guilty.
He pretended to be casual: "Why doesn't Liu Yixia go find a reincarnation?"
Liu Dazhu said: "Dating a human being is not as fun as playing cards. I don't like it."
What do you like to do? Lu Yinche was speechless.
It's completely irrelevant and I can't get any clue from asking.
The house was also simple. There was a big pot on the kitchen. There was a bubble in the pot and a stove, surrounded by a fire. The pot was boiling. The smell of sauerkraut was very strong. It seemed that it was taken out from two old jars next to each other, and a handful of red dried chilies were sprinkled on it.
It takes a lot of effort to create food for humans on the seabed.
Liu Dazhu shouted the name of the owner of the house, but to the two humans it sounded like a shrill scream that was about to die out at the end, with no echo.
He felt a little strange: "Where has it gone? Why don't we eat first?" He shook his tail and took a soup spoon from the shelf next to him. He was very familiar with the process and it seemed that this was not the first time he had done this.
The spoon was inserted into the top of the bubble, making a "puff" sound, stirring it inside and bringing out a spoonful full of vegetables and meat.
"What is this?" Liu Dazhu scooped out an unfamiliar object, and Lu Yinche leaned over to take a look.
It was a palm-sized, inky-colored scale with a smooth texture, and looked like a piece of jade that could be sold for a good price.
Lu Yinche laughed and said, "You guys who eat fish every day are not good at cooking. What kind of fish is this? You haven't even removed the scales?"
Liu Dazhu didn't recognize it, so he just threw it aside and poured the pickled fish in the spoon into his mouth without even bothering to fill the whole bowl.
Yan Yanshu pulled Lu Yinche's sleeve.
"What's wrong?" He saw Yan Yanshu still staring at the scale, "Do you know it?"
"It's dragon scales."
Liu Dazhu choked, not knowing whether he was frightened by these three words or because there were too many chili peppers in the pot.
He coughed for a long time before he opened his eyes. His tail was stiff as if it had been splashed with hot oil. "Hot, hot, hot, hot! What did you say?"
Yan Yanshu pointed at the scale and asked, "You haven't seen it before?"
Lu Yinche was a little disgusted with things that were stained with oil. He watched Liu Dazhu pick it up and shake it in the sea water. He felt that the surroundings were covered with oil droplets. Naturally, he leaned towards Yan Yanshu, hoping that the water-repellent beads could also avoid the oil droplets.
Liu Dazhu was confused. "Is this true? Dragon scales look like this? Are we eating dragon meat, dragon liver, and phoenix marrow today?"
Lu Yinche praised his vocabulary for a moment before saying, "Liu has become so rich that he even dares to eat dragons. I'm afraid he'll be hunted down by others—"
Before he finished speaking, the boiling pot suddenly shook violently, and a long string of hot steam rose from the surface of the soup. The flame under the stove, wrapped in bubbles, jumped back and forth between crimson and dark blue, as if it had strayed into the boundary between yin and yang.
Visibly, more scales began to rise, densely covering the surface of the pot. There was a strange sense of order, arranged horizontally and vertically, as if someone had piled them up one by one. It was so strange that Lu Yinche couldn't help but frown: "What is Liu Yixia doing..."
Liu Dazhu hastily put down the spoon and covered his mouth, his eyes widening. Fish eyes are naturally pale, and mermaids' eyes are slightly better, but they also have a lot of white in them, which is particularly scary.
"I'm so hungry—" he said.
Lu Yinche pulled Yan Yanshu back a step and asked, "What's going on? Are you possessed by a ghost?"
Liu Dazhu shook his head frantically and said, "I'm so hungry—"
An indescribable aura emanated from him, hinting at an ancient, desolate atmosphere. The coral shelf beside the stove, used to hold utensils, had withered and charred, as if sucked in by an evil spirit.
Liu Dazhu let out a "ugh" sound and slid to one side as if exhausted. He quickly grabbed the edge of the stove with his sharp claws.
Lu Yinche had no time to care about him.
His face turned pale in an instant and he looked up uncontrollably.
The low roof seemed unable to block his sight. His eyes penetrated the building, skipped over the tall turtle-back dome above, and went deep into the silent space of the sea.
Lu Yinche pressed his hand against his forehead as invisible light, like a tangible form, seeped into his brain from his eye sockets. He tried to close his eyes, blocking them out, but he couldn't resist the intrusion of light and shadow. Chaotic, fragmented images exploded in his mind—icy golden pupils, pitch-black caverns, and a pile of snow-white objects on the ground. They were bones.
He knew that they were human bones.
From the depths of the sea, human bones are taken, soaked in dragon blood, and used as a sacrifice to the souls of the world to create the [Guan Sheng Flute].
"Ache!" Yan Yanshu reacted extremely quickly, pulling him into his arms. His spiritual power burst out from his body, preventing him from subconsciously reaching out to the strange scales floating in the pot.
Lu Yinche shook his head vigorously, and when he came to his senses, he heard Liu Dazhu say in an extremely low voice: "You're back."
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