What Bai Ya heard was another woman's voice. Her pronunciation seems more standard and her timbre more mature. Regardless of her real age, judging from her voice, she was probably a middle-aged shark.
He stuck his head out and looked out. There are several sharks floating in the sea. They are all like Izumi girls, with fish tails and scales covering their bodies. They all have new faces. Their appearance is very close to that of humans. They all have green eyes, and their hair and scales are of different colors. The color of the tail is not too bright, and at first glance, there seems to be little difference between them. If you look closely, you will find that each shark's tail has its own colorful colors, ranging from red, orange, blue and green. .
Several of the sharks looked older than Miss Quan, with serious faces and strong bodies. They should be in their prime. Their tails are also darker in color, and Bai Ya guesses that the color of their tail scales may be closely related to their age.
Not only in front or on the left and right, but also above the head, there were sharks hovering, looking at him from all directions. The environment in the sea made him far more embarrassed than being watched on the ground. Except for Miss Quan, all the sharks were staring at him eagerly, as if they were always ready to drag him out and behead him.
No matter what the situation was, he always had to face it. Besides, he had nothing to fear.
Bai Ya slowly walked into the faint light on the bottom of the sea. Only then did he notice that he was wearing a very light and thin cloak, which was vaguely folded into an eggplant color. Normally, a cloth of this thickness should be almost transparent and colorless. I don’t know what kind of ability the shark has, but the cloth woven by the old lady is quite shiny. The faint light passes through it, casting elegantly colored shadows on the ground. It was a light and elegant purple that shimmered with the changing light of the waves, like a blooming platycodon flower.
The sharks also saw it. The moment their eyes came into contact with the cloak, they immediately started talking, talking loudly in a language that Bai Ya couldn't understand. Judging from their tone of voice and body language, they should be angrily accusing him. There was a middle-aged Mermaid woman in the crowd, and she said sternly to him:
"Bold thief! Return our fabrics immediately!"
Bai Ya heard that she was the one who called him out before. She has a long orange tail with bright scales. The long, slightly curly reddish-brown hair was much duller, swaying with the waves, and looked quite dry, like a dead leaf that had been soaked for a long time, leaving only the network-like vein fibers. Her eyes were particularly big, even more obvious than those of other people of her race, and slightly protruding. Although they were also watery, they made Bai Ya feel quite strange. Combined with her red-orange tail, Bai Ya was distracted and thought of the golden crucian carp raised in the pond in the backyard of a rich family.
He quickly gathered his thoughts, pointed to the corner behind him where the old lady was staying, and responded to the other party's question.
"The old man gave it to me. Although I, Bai, have stolen several times in my life, I have never stolen a needle or thread from your clan."
The middle-aged mermaid with the orange-red tail seemed to have heard nothing, and shook his head in disapproval with a straight face:
"Take it off, you shouldn't touch our stuff."
At this time, Miss Quan pushed aside the crowd and came to her side to explain quickly. What Bai Ya heard was still the shark's language, but as the conversation continued, the orange-tailed shark's tense face relaxed a little. She glanced at Bai Ya hesitantly, no longer as determined as before, and her twinkling eyes revealed some hesitation.
The other sharks were also looking at each other, but occasionally catching a glimpse of the expressions on their faces, one could see that their solemn vigilance remained unabated. Miss Quan kept waving her hands for a while and continued to argue. Her companions talked about it and finally looked at the middle-aged woman. She is probably the most authoritative among these dozens of people. Now, she lowered her head slightly, held her chin, and her tail fin, which was as bright as the sunset, flicked gently, as if she was thinking about some difficult problem.
When she looked up again, she didn't know what she said to the sharks around her. They nodded one after another, twisted their fish tails, and turned to Bai Ya.
Bai Ya secretly thought something was wrong. Each and every movement of the shark's hand reminded him of the attack he had received not long ago.
He immediately stopped looking and rolled to the ground decisively. Sure enough, a large number of ice spikes were shot at the direction where he was just now. Although he dodged the first wave of attacks, the remaining attacks were like tarsal maggots, biting the shadows he avoided and following him all the way. He didn't even have time to get up, and rolled quickly on the ground until he reached the edge of the clearing and jumped into the sea.
He was prepared for a sharp increase in resistance, but the reality was far beyond his expectation. The sea water did not hinder him in the slightest, but instead relieved the ground from pulling against him. He twisted his body sharply, and several strings of ice spikes brushed past him, like a clumsy blunt instrument missing a strong snake. Immediately afterwards, Bai Ya turned over and jumped, and his body flexibly jumped upwards, avoiding a torrent rushing below. Not only was this far faster than his usual underwater speed, it even rivaled Miss Quan's movements in terms of his feelings.
The sharks' attacks still didn't stop. From his occasional glance, he could see the attacker's powerful fish tail, reflecting various colors. Those who do it are mainly young adults. In addition to icicles and rapids, they also master a variety of water techniques. The sea water was condensed into a ball and thrown at him as heavy as a boulder; or it turned into a fine water blade and cut through the ends of his hair, dangerously and dangerously.
Fortunately, there were not too many of them. Bai Ya couldn't see clearly in the haze. He mobilized all his energy to feel the unusual surge of water, and relied on his unreasonable agility to dodge. Those who can't dodge can only block with two swords. This kind of fighting required him to concentrate completely, and it took him a long time to notice something strange.
After so many strenuous movements, he didn't seem to feel lack of oxygen.
Are you not breathing much? Did he come out of the water for ventilation just now because of lack of oxygen?
He could still see, but once he was distracted, his vision felt slightly blurred, as if he were separated by thin and transparent petals. Bai Ya took out the gap and touched it with the action of swinging the knife. Something soft and silky floated in front of me.
It was the cloth that Miss Quan's grandmother put on him. Sands Chinese
Wrapped in this shark's cloth, he can swim freely in the water and even breathe in the cloth. The cloak is very long, and the remaining part is wrapped around the feet, rolled together as the body rotates. When spread out, no color can be seen at these ends, but after being layered, they have a visible light color, like purple clouds. They are still translucent, and when they are superimposed together, their outlines appear in the water waves, like flowers blooming in complexity, or like an elegant fish tail.
Bai Ya had no time to marvel too much. Perhaps because the technique was ineffective, a shark suddenly came towards him with a sharp blade in his hand. There were rust stains on the weapon, but the mermaid man looked unstoppable when he swung it, stabbing at Bai Ya bravely. Bai Ya recognized him as the one who had returned here earlier and argued with Miss Quan.
His tail is green with a small hole.
The Dongwei Shark was coming with great force. Without the old man's cloth, Bai Ya didn't know if he could have subdued him quickly with his fast attack despite the resistance in the water. At this time, Bai Ya, who was also able to move smoothly, immediately caught the opponent's flaw. The break in the tail caused a delay in the shark's steering. Even though it was small, it was enough for Bai Ya.
Not far away there is a huge rock standing like a monument. Bai Ya glanced at it and had a plan in mind. He jumped out to the side of the shark and went around behind him. The shark hurriedly twisted his waist and swung his sword, and Bai Ya turned around again in an instant, further extending the pause of his opponent's change of direction, and also intentionally leading him towards the rock. In no time, before the shark could see his plan, he struck out like lightning and grabbed the hole-tailed shark who couldn't avoid it. Perhaps it was the hole that affected his movements, but the shark was not always able to maintain his balance just right. Bai Ya used his momentum to press the opponent onto the stone wall. He raised his scimitar with his other hand and was about to chop down the vital part in the next moment.
"Everyone stop it!"
The orange-tailed shark shouted in panic. Miss Quan also rushed here, obviously not wanting her own people to be harmed. She swam around the two of them, and Bai Ya let go of her hand and stepped aside.
"You are indeed superb in martial arts." The orange-tailed shark finally breathed a sigh of relief and said gently.
They moved closer to the rest of the group, and Bai Ya also got out of the water and settled in the open space. Miss Quan comforted the Dongwei Shark, and then turned around to explain to Bai Ya, feeling quite sorry:
"I told you just now that Poseidon's magic weapon is on your body. We think you are very strong...strong enough to help us and get our baby back. But they don't believe it - they don't trust humans, and they don't believe you have it. So powerful."
"At least now, it doesn't matter whether I am strong or not." Bai Ya curled his lips and put down the long knife, "Okay, speaking of Lan Po, let's talk about it. Who has the thing in his hands now?"
Miss Quan fell silent. She avoided Bai Ya's suspicious eyes, slowly raised her hands, and rummaged through the long hair on the back of her head. Her movements became slower and slower, and finally she said goodbye, wrapped a small object in her hair, and handed it to him coyly:
"Give it back to you. I accidentally broke your sword..."
"No...it's okay." The corners of Bai Ya's eyes twitched, and a trace of annoyance burned his nerves, "This is not my weapon anyway. But you took something and didn't give it to me earlier? Isn't this a joke? ?”
Miss Quan's hand dropped slightly, and her voice became softer: "I don't know whether you are a good person or a bad person. I have to protect myself. How can I leave nothing to you and hand it over to you all at once."
"Then why are you paying me back now? Are you not afraid that I am a bad person?"
Bai Ya couldn't get angry and could only shake his head helplessly. Miss Quan heard this, quickly turned half her face, looked at him under the cover of her long hair, and her tone became firm:
"I don't think you are. You just had a knife and could have hurt them - but you didn't."
"You are still so easy to deceive..." One of her tribesmen smiled bitterly. He used a language that Bai Ya could understand, which was probably a sign of goodwill. But inside and outside the words, there was still an air of distrust.
"It's not necessarily a lie." Another shark changed his attitude and supported him, "The old lady even gave him the knitted cloth, so she must have believed him. The old lady believed him, he must be a good person, right?"
"The old lady is very old, so she may be confused. Human beings are very eloquent. Who knows what he said to make the old lady happy? Maybe he just wanted to take our things."
Although the tit-for-tat situation has eased, the minds of the Shark people are not unified. There are still many sharks who insist that outsiders cannot be trusted casually. There were many different opinions for a while, and Bai Ya was too lazy to argue with them. He brushed away the hair from Miss Quan's palm, pinched Lan Bo and took it into his hand, and asked smoothly:
"This is how you always handle things when you hand them to others? It's so special."
"No, I don't usually do this." Miss Quan let go of her hand and smoothed her long hair, "But we can't touch it directly. The Poseidon's gem is ominous, and disaster will happen to the life in the sea if it touches it."
