Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1141 - 1139: Forming Groups

Chapter 1141: Chapter 1139: Forming Groups

That’s more like it!

Fu Qian was very pleased with Lann’s final decision.

He certainly didn’t have the time to accompany these people in their slow exploration and discovery.

In fact, Fu Qian didn’t think they had the time either.

So with the lack of efficient execution, the only choice was to help speed things up himself.

Besides, he could also inform that animal enthusiast.

Fu Qian glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the Floating Island.

Based on his estimate, it was highly likely that Delanlay and the little Mermaid had not escaped.

It wouldn’t hurt to make some noise and notify them.

In a place like this, everyone needed to start moving.

...

Lann also seemed to understand the value of time and soon, a familiar harmonica tune began to play.

However, compared to the last time when it lured the Mermaid, the melody was much more intense and not as beautiful.

Nonetheless, this musician’s skill was far superior to Miss Rachel’s.

The latter’s harmonica performance felt like someone had hard memorized a string of passwords.

Contrary to most of the passengers who were on edge, Fu Qian even found a spot to sit on the deck, commenting on the fish-attracting technique.

This attitude, although it might attract resentment, did in fact somewhat relieve the pressure on the crew.

While the crowd cast sideways glances, they quickly realized that this arrogant person was now truly in the same boat with everyone. If any monster appeared, they could count on him to stand in the front line.

Amidst this self-consoling thought, everyone listened to the whole tune, hearts in their throats, while the sea before them was calm.

There was neither a thunderous roar nor any sight of deformed tentacles.

"It looks like it’s still safe."

Rachel, standing next to Fu Qian, also let out a sigh of relief for a moment and said softly.

And it wasn’t just her that felt this way or held the same beautiful hope.

As the entire ship breathed a sigh of relief, even Lann’s movements hesitated, as he looked at Fu Qian, asking with his eyes whether to stop.

But at that moment, a different kind of humming echoed over the sea surface, melodious and gentle, responding to the harmonica tune.

Listening carefully, it even came from the direction of the storm.

...

The atmosphere suddenly tensed up, and this change instantly altered the expressions of everyone.

Lann’s harmonica stopped abruptly, as if electrocuted.

"Why does that sound so..."

Having searched fruitlessly in the storm, he subconsciously looked at Fu Qian.

"Familiar, isn’t it? Be bold, it looks like you’ve hit the jackpot again, casually turning around and there’s another Mermaid."

Fu Qian casually offered his congratulations.

His words were not said in jest; though the voice just now sounded slightly different, it was similar to that of the previous little Mermaid, it’s all the same kind.

If there had to be a distinction, it might be that it was even more confusing and seductive, almost dragging one’s consciousness towards ecstasy.

The probability of the little Mermaid running to the front was really not high, there must be another one out there.

"It even sounds like it’s an adult."

"Mr. Fang must be joking."

At this time, Lann obviously had no more thoughts of hunting, even though what the other person said indeed matched his own judgment.

"But if it’s just a Mermaid, then that really is good news."

His logic was simple; compared to Divine Beings, the combat power of Mermaids was definitely inferior and posed no threat.

As he spoke, his mood relaxed a little, and Lann signaled the team, who were gradually coming to the same realization, to wait a moment before continuing forward.

However, just then, a new voice emerged in the humming that had received no response.

Then a third voice, and a fourth...

Within a few breaths, like a contagion, more than a dozen singing voices rose one after another.

Even judging by the direction, it wasn’t just the stormy sea.

Of course, during this time, there weren’t many on the ship that were breathing.

"How can this be..."

Even Lann froze for a moment, unable to comprehend the change before his eyes.

"I’m not sure what you all call them, but we generally refer to them as ’Blast Protectors.’"

Sifting through the enchanting chorus, even Fu Qian couldn’t help but marvel for a moment.

Mermaids so rare they’re hunted, yet so many appeared all at once?

Is the Shattered Crown really a massive fish trap?

Because once they enter, they can’t leave, so it successfully gathered a bunch of mermaids?

It does make a bit of sense.

But then the question arises, what bait lured the mermaids in?

Wait a minute...

Continuing his ceaseless search, Fu Qian finally spotted a figure through the storm the next moment.

Indeed, it had the form of a mermaid, but in a fleeting glimpse, he saw outrageously exotic features, along with curly tendrils like hair.

An oddly familiar sight, this visage quite different from the little mermaids made Fu Qian naturally think of the props Gerard once used.

Not a mermaid, but a fishman?

Things are getting more and more interesting.

"Shouldn’t we head back first?"

Although the others did not catch this scene, the chorus undoubtedly still held too much intimidation.

A mermaid hunter intrudes into a mermaid lair, and soon some began to beat a retreat.

"We don’t have much time, this number, it’s not entirely unmanageable..."

Lann, fully aware of the value of time, hesitated and gave Fu Qian a glance.

The other party still gibbering nonsense, he must have some confidence, right?

"Let’s continue."

This time, Fu Qian directly offered a clear suggestion.

"Mr. Fang thinks the danger is acceptable?"

Lann’s eyes lit up, surprised that the other party was so decisively in agreement with his idea.

"Relatively acceptable, after all, it looks like there are only a few fishmen in that direction."

Fu Qian nodded.

Just a few?

Spoken so lightly, do you think everyone has your skills?

And this is just the beginning, who knows what else is out there—wait a minute, fishmen?

The others, subconsciously about to object, finally realized something was off with Fu Qian’s terminology.

Fishmen?

Lann was momentarily stunned, scrutinizing the surroundings once more.

Alas, on the vast sea, their sound is heard, but they are unseen.

"Mr. Fang is sure those are fishmen? How can there be so many!"

For a moment, even Miss Rachel couldn’t help but ask.

Clearly, due to the exaggerated number, the group hadn’t even considered that the singers could be those legendary fierce creatures.

"Confirmed."

Fu Qian nodded slightly.

"If all these are..."

Someone’s voice was already trembling, bursting out in a growl.

"Then why are you still making us walk into death’s embrace by heading that way?"

"I said it’s because there are fewer of them over there."

Fu Qian justified firmly.

"Fewer than on the way back."

On the way back? There are more behind us?

Lann was the first to catch his meaning, turning sharply to look back the way they had come.

"If I’m not mistaken, if you wait just a little longer, you’ll get front row seats to the concert."

Fu Qian affirmed his hunch.

"Break through."

As it turned out, Lann was not willing to test the validity of the concert notion, and made a gritted decision.

In any case, at least this guy was still on the boat, he surely wouldn’t dig his own grave.