Nansong's tentacles and hair suddenly straightened up: "Wait... on its back!"
On the monster's mountain-like back, hundreds of translucent "cocoons" can be vaguely seen.
Curled up in each cocoon were figures with varying degrees of mutation. The silhouette of the young man wearing a broken mask in the front row was slowly turning his head - when his face turned towards the light, Nan Song took a breath.
That was Ma Tuan, who was fourteen or fifteen years old. Fine scales had grown on his left face, and his right eye had completely turned into a fish-like lens.
"I see..."
Ma Tuan suddenly chuckled.
He walked forward, his webbed bare feet making a crisp "crunch" sound on the frosted pipes.
"We are not looking for answers, the answers have been waiting for us."
The monster let out a cry like a baby, and the blue-gold mist suddenly condensed into countless fine filaments.
Nan Song was about to rush over and pull back the dough, but he found that the mist threads were gently wrapped around his wrist, like some kind of ancient coronation ceremony.
"Southern Cabbage,"
Ma Tuan looked back at her. The half of her face not covered by scales was almost transparent in the mist.
"Remember what you said when we first met?"
Memories came flooding back.
Nansong recalled that rainy day when she and Blore were on their way, but because of the heavy rain they took shelter in an abandoned house.
The two people were chatting, but suddenly a boy, soaking wet, pushed the door open and walked in. There were spider-web-like cracks on his ceramic mask.
She said—
"Your mask...really looks like that moon jellyfish I had that died at home."
At that time, Ma Tuan's whole body trembled, and his eyes under the mask widened.
Thinking about it now, maybe it wasn't shock, but recognition of some sign of destiny.
The young boy Ma Tuan on the monster's back suddenly stretched out his hand, perfectly overlapping with his current figure.
The entire underground pipe network began to glow, and countless fluorescent jellyfish poured out from the gaps in the pipes, forming a light bridge leading to the monster's back.
"Come?"
Ma Tuan stood at the starting point of the light bridge, and his outstretched hand had completed its final transformation - translucent glowing tentacles extended from his fingertips, and his palm prints transformed into a glowing underwater canyon map.
"Go find Blore."
"I know where he is. He's definitely waiting for us. This is a really shady move.
Maybe this time I can even let you meet my brother.
I know where this is.”
In the distance, the Krushel sea otter slowly bent down, and two tiny figures were reflected in its roller-shaped pupils.
It opened its huge mouth, and what came out was not fangs, but a galaxy composed of countless memory fragments:
When he was a child, he ate fish-filled glutinous rice balls with his brother in the water town; when he chased the glowing fireflies under his mother's gentle watchful eye at the foot of the mountain, and when they met in different forms in thousands of parallel time and space.
Nansong's tentacles and hair suddenly stretched out and spontaneously weaved into a bridal veil shape.
She smiled and held Ma Tuan's transformed hand: "Anyway... the worst that can happen is that it turns into a seafood gift bag, right?"
The bridge of light extended beneath their feet, with the afterimage of the young Ma Tuan leading the way ahead.
When the first memory fragment passed through Nansong's body, she finally understood what the moon jellyfish meant - it was not a pet at all.
But they couldn't care less now, they had to go find Bai Di and Blore.
God knows what they are doing?
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