There are a large number of strangely shaped bubbles rising from the algae. If you look closely, you can see that they are emerging from the leaves. This reminds Bai Ya of green gill grass. I wonder if these seaweeds can also be breathed by humans. If so, then
Well, it would save a lot of trouble. He was really afraid that he would not be in any danger, so he would let Miss Quan torture him half to death with her kindness.
There was something suddenly behind him, and Bai Ya turned his head sensitively. In the darkness over there, someone seemed to be moving. He subconsciously put on a vigilant posture, but Miss Quan suddenly swam down, passed through the sea water at the edge of the air, and pounced on her.
on the ground.
She made a gesture to Bai Ya, probably to reassure him. Then, Miss Quan flapped her fish tail on the ground, twisted and crawled into the depths that he couldn't see clearly. Bai Ya couldn't figure it out, so he had to
I watched this scene honestly. Fortunately, she came out soon, holding a gray sharp object in her hand. Was it a shuttle? Miss Quan jumped into the water with it and swam happily. Bai Ya couldn't see it.
Having a clue, I couldn’t help but ask:
"What are you doing? What's... in there?"
"It's my grandma, she's weaving." She answered him while swimming in the water, "Weaving requires air. It used to be on the sea surface, but then it wasn't safe. We created a place for weaving on the bottom of the sea.
"
What she said was unsafe, maybe it was humans who were moving more and more frequently. Bai Ya didn't ask any more questions, but he didn't even understand how the sharks could create bubbles like air bubbles on the ground under the deep sea. Miss Quan gestured
Explain to him that these places were created by the sharks using the unique magic power of their own race and using the underwater plants he saw that could release gas.
The place where she let Bai Ya rest before was a large underwater space built by the sharks. They had also rested and weaved there, but they had lived for too long, and the products and resources in that area had become scarce.
It was difficult to provide a living for the ethnic group. After that, they migrated and abandoned the place.
After she mentioned it, Bai Ya realized that the water area was indeed too barren. In comparison, from the various species in the water, it could be seen that there was a certain abundance. But except for Miss Quan and her unshown grandma, he had not yet seen
Other signs of shark activity.
"Are there many of you here?"
"Not many. We are a small group. A very small team. There are more, dozens or hundreds of people."
Just as she was about to continue speaking, a long cough suddenly came from behind Bai Ya. The sound was hoarse, dry, and continuous, like an old horse trying its best to exhale the last breath in its lungs. In a small space,
It seems shockingly harsh.
Miss Quan rushed down in a hurry. When she left the water body, Bai Ya could see a huge water ball in her hand. She held the ball of sea water and rushed into the darkness. After a while, the coughing became lower and no longer continued.
Continuously. Probably the owner who made the noise, the situation was alleviated.
When she came out, her hand was empty. I don't know whether the water was consumed and left inside, or whether it didn't need to be taken out again. Bai Ya watched Miss Quan dive back into the sea, and guessed that she could continue the conversation, so he asked:
"What happened inside?"
"The sharks don't have sea water, so they can't breathe in the air for a long time. It will be very uncomfortable... maybe, like people in the water?"
She pinched her nose.
Bai Ya was a little confused:
"Why not move further out? For example, where I stand, weaving next to the water, I can go back to the sea and breathe at any time."
"It's not safe." Miss Quan shook her head, "You will be discovered...by those dangerous things."
She did not continue this topic, but went on to answer his previous questions. She told Bai Ya that there were only a dozen or so sharks living here. Similar to the grudges and hatreds of human beings, many things had happened between the sharks.
The story, up to now, has been divided into separate groups. They don't want to stay in this place too long. The other people in this small group should be out on patrol at this time, exploring the situation within a few miles.
"You said there aren't many of you, but I've heard legends about the sharks in my hometown." Bai Ya thought, "Maybe there are people of your kind in the sea in the north. What I've heard are from them.
story."
Miss Quan nodded: "Grandma said that the sea is very big, bigger than the land, much, much bigger. There are not many sharks here, but there must be many in other places. Maybe there are more than you without tails."
She opened her arms and made a big arc.
"Really? I just heard that we rarely see you."
"People, many of them are dangerous and bad. My people say... when they arrest us, they will make us weave and cry, and we won't be able to rest for a while." Miss Quan replied sadly.
Weaving is an innate ability of the sharks, and all men, women, and children can master it. However, once they leave the sea where they live, the magic power of the sharks will decline, and the ability to weave is also included.
It is even more difficult for "humans" to want the tears of a shark. Unlike humans, it is difficult for a shark to cry because of ordinary sadness. Ordinary pain, excitement, and even all exciting emotions may not be able to touch it.
As for the specific conditions, Bai Ya didn't know. Miss Quan just told him that it was not something that could be easily accomplished.
Because of these two abilities that were difficult to use on land, many sharks were kidnapped from their homeland. Therefore, they gradually developed the habit of avoiding humans. Now many of their kind have died.
, Miss Quan explained vaguely that not all humans did it. There are other races that are hunting them. Fat Cat Literature Network
This was not the first time she mentioned the unknown threat. Bai Ya was very concerned about it, but no matter how he pressed, Miss Quan refused to tell him.
"It's very complicated and I can't say it. If I say it in our language I will be heard. Wait until they come back and let them speak."
Indeed, Miss Quan occasionally used a few shark words to replace some expressions, and he relied entirely on guessing.
"Okay. Don't beat me to death when your tribe comes back - since you have a grudge against me, how dare you save me?" Bai Ya couldn't force her, so he could only shrug, "Did you say when you brought me here,
Where are my weapons here? Two scimitars, one black and one white, with jade inlaid in the blades. They are very special, you can't mistake them when you see them."
He looked at Miss Quan and stared. Before she could speak, he saw a vague figure emerging behind her.
Suddenly, a stream of water rushed toward him. It was as menacing as a sharp arrow, and it was obviously not very friendly. Fortunately, Bai Ya dodged the moment he noticed something strange. When he calmed down and looked towards the place where he was standing a moment ago, he immediately darkened.
He cursed: There was an ice spike stuck there, the sharp front end was submerged into the ground, and the tail was still trembling menacingly.
If the weapon hadn't been on him, Bai Ya would have drawn his sword long ago. How could he allow this unknown enemy to be arrogant? Veins were pulsing on his forehead, but Miss Quan saw the clues. She hurriedly waved her hands and told Bai Ya to put down his defensive posture;
Then the fish flicked its tail and turned around to swim into the dim sea water. Across her, Bai Ya could vaguely see the figure of another mermaid. The other man was obviously more muscular. Judging from the body proportions, he seemed to be a man.
Miss Quan and the male mermaid began to talk hurriedly in a special language. Bai Ya raised his ears. The sound was similar to the pronunciation when she introduced her real name. Maybe it was a little wild, but more of it was as warm and sweet as running water. It was just the sound itself.
of mellowness,
It was hard to cover up the fierce tone of the shark man. As he spoke, he gestured excitedly, and occasionally he missed a glance, which made people feel on edge. I didn’t know how vicious the words this shark man was using his originally gentle language.
attack.
After a long while, the two mermaids seemed to have reached a consensus. The male mermaid folded his arms and floated not far away, his tail fin slapping the water. He seemed still displeased, but suppressed his emotions for the time being and stopped.
While he was quiet, Miss Quan swam back to Bai Ya and explained:
"My friend is very unhappy... When everyone comes back, I will explain. Don't run around, don't worry, don't hit people, they are all very good, they are all my friends and my family."
"..."
Bai Ya looked at the ice spike that was still stuck in the ground. It had edges and corners and looked very sharp. I wonder what kind of magic the good shark used to condense it.
Now was not the time to argue, so he just nodded, stared in their direction and took a few steps back. The shark man did not move, letting him retreat step by step into the darkness.
There was still a vacuole here, and he could still breathe normally. However, the dim and unclear vision under insufficient light still made Bai Ya somewhat uncomfortable. He did not show it, and gently adjusted his breathing, drooping his eyelids, trying to adapt to the dim environment.
His wrist was suddenly held. Bai Ya was startled and his arm tensed up. The hand did not use any strength, but only lightly clasped it. This made him relax a little. From the place of contact,
Bai Ya felt that this hand was quite skinny. The skin was similar to that of Miss Quan, with the smooth feel of the sharks as creatures of the sea, but it was drier and rougher than that of Miss Quan, with tiny wrinkles.
He had a guess in his mind and looked over with wide eyes. In the darkness, he couldn't see the other person's appearance at all. He must be Miss Quan's grandmother. He didn't know how the old man could weave flexibly in such darkness.
Made of cloth.
She gently patted the back of Bai Ya's hand and let go. Bai Ya could vaguely see the luster of metal in the dark and swaying shadow. She picked up something and handed it to him.
The sound sounded like his knife. He could feel it immediately without looking carefully.
Bai Ya was stunned.
"...Thank you."
He didn't hear the answer. Thinking about the dry cough he heard earlier, Bai Ya recalled that Miss Quan had said that they couldn't make a sound in the air.
There was a brief silence. Bai Ya felt the old lady suddenly raise her hand. He didn't understand what she was going to do, so he didn't avoid it for the time being, but just stared in that direction warily. She seemed to be holding something in her hand, and Bai Ya felt a sense of emptiness.
, something as light as a spider web covered his head and draped over his body. He was a little confused, but the old lady just patted his shoulders with both hands slightly - maybe even smiled, but he couldn't see it.
She made no other moves and moved aside. Bai Ya stretched out his hand and wiped it on his shoulder. The material felt very smooth, softer than silk. This strange feeling was unlike anything Bai Ya knew.
Human craftsmanship is hard to compare with. Rather, it is like Grandma Mermaid cutting a piece of water and cutting it into cloth; picking a small piece of sea and letting the ocean currents cover her body docilely.
Come to think of it, this is the unique skill of the sharks.
Continuously, more and more sharks returned here. Miss Quan greeted them one by one and chatted briefly in low voices. Some people did not express their opinions, while some seemed to be shaking their heads and pointing at the corner where Bai Ya was hiding.
Give pointers.
What is certain is that, except for Miss Quan, all the sharks look bad.
Bai Ya tightened the handle of the knife. He quietly counted his heartbeats and breathing in the darkness. Soon, he heard a shark shouting:
