Facing an Ancient God for a Year
Chapter 1157 - 1155: The Mermaid Without a Singing Soul

Chapter 1157: Chapter 1155: The Mermaid Without a Singing Soul

Although extremely unstable, that cluster of colors remained cohesive and undispersed, even seeming alive as it climbed up the body along the fingers.

Fu Qian did not resist, allowing it to envelop his entire body, and in a blink of an eye, it was as if he had donned a dazzling, colorful outfit.

"Vivian... is that you?"

Without caring about matters of taste, Fu Qian gazed straight ahead. His sealed mouth still did not speak, but a voice echoed in his consciousness.

Despite being in a state of dazed torment, the joy within was unmistakably hard to suppress.

"You really came back... disguised as a little fish... After all these years, you still have so much vigor..."

"There are a lot more little fish outside, did you do that..."

"I secretly let some go, I hope you won’t blame me..."

"I’m sorry, I know when I left you told me to hide well and not to do these things again, but I really miss you too much... They carry your scent on them..."

"I was very careful, only allowing one in after a long time, so the voice outside wouldn’t discover it... You’ve already subdued it, haven’t you? I knew you could..."

...

"Sister, I still can’t hear your voice..."

After a brief pause, the voice conveyed a sense of panic.

"Can you come closer? Are you still upset? Please don’t be like that..."

"Although I can’t see anymore, I can still imagine how you look when you’re angry..."

There’s a lot of information here.

Still silent, Fu Qian rapidly summarized the content he heard.

Firstly as suspected, the one hiding in the secluded corner was indeed the person who helped the Fishmen escape from the breeding farms.

Though her motives were somewhat peculiar.

From the sound of it, a large reason for doing this was to feel the presence of "sister" Vivian.

This did indeed confirm the existence of Lady Vivian, but at the same time, there was an unavoidable conflict.

According to Vivian, she was a Mermaid genius born outside the Sea of Ashes, came to this perilous place feeling the Enlightenment of promotion, and ultimately became trapped here due to complications.

In this story, it was hard to imagine where a sister’s role would fit in.

Moreover, it seemed that the person had been waiting many years for her return.

Return, not departure.

There certainly was an issue with the one on the Floating Island!

...

These thoughts flashed through Fu Qian’s mind in an instant, and the next moment, he took a stealthy step forward using Blood Conquest.

"You... you’re not Vivian, who are you?"

However, under such action, the moment Fu Qian appeared, a panicked question was right on time.

That’s good, very sharp.

Without the slightest embarrassment of being recognized, Fu Qian felt extremely gratified in his heart.

"I am not."

The next moment he spoke again, honestly, wanting to see if the colorful outfit would allow his voice to be heard—seems like it really could.

Looking at the body that wasn’t quite obedient but still instinctively shrank back, Fu Qian nodded in satisfaction.

If this didn’t work, it seemed there would be no choice but to wake up the little Mermaid and force it to translate.

"But don’t worry, it’s Vivian who asked me to find you."

Although the other seemed quite powerless to resist, Fu Qian still immediately added a reassuring remark to prevent any overreaction.

"I carry her scent on me, don’t I?"

"... All those outside have my sister’s scent, I do not believe you..."

After a long silence in his mind, Fu Qian displayed great patience, and eventually, after a mental struggle, that voice sounded again.

"It’s normal not to trust, but since you’ve been exposed before me, you haven’t been harmed until now."

Fu Qian skillfully commenced a logical assault.

"Do you think beyond Vivian, what other force could secure you this kind of amity?"

"You’re right, I’m sorry... Does sister have something to tell me? Where has she gone?"

The mental age of this individual seemed slightly more mature than that of the little Mermaid—very smoothly led.

Of course, there must have also been a reason for wanting to believe that.

Fu Qian shook his head.

"She’s gotten herself into some trouble, and can’t come back right now."

"So she sent you to check on me? Thank you, I’m doing just fine, please be sure to pass that on so she won’t worry."

The voice in the mind spoke almost instantly, the spirit forcefully trying to rally, even the pauses in speech were diligently suppressed.

This "I’m doing fine" if spoken out loud would possess a bit of persuasiveness.

Fu Qian sighed, negating the other’s reasonable speculation.

"It’s not that, I needed to ask her some questions, but since she’s busy, she told me to come to you instead."

...

This response was clearly unexpected.

Yet after the initial shock, Vivian’s pitiful sister’s voice seemed even more enthusiastic.

"Really? Sister said that I could be of help? But I really don’t know how to do anything..."

"Yes, she believes you have a keen and gentle spirit."

Fu Qian voiced his praise softly.

The most righteous victory is to directly stimulate initiative from the front, and judging by this individual’s response, there was no need for threats of violence.

"I just need to ask some questions to clear up my doubts, though looking at you, it might be a bit too much to ask?"

"I can do it, you can ask anything you want!"

The other replied almost instantaneously.

"And when you see sister again, please don’t tell her I can’t move at all anymore."

So this "island" wasn’t so big from the start?

Fu Qian discerned some details within the plea, observing the disproportionate expanse behind the other.

"I’ll try my best, but Vivian might insist otherwise."

"I’m Fu Qian, so what is your name?"

"Thank you, my name is... Nini Anni."

The other did not seem suspicious of Fu Qian for not knowing her name.

Vivian, Nini Anni, I’m really not surprised.

Fu Qian shook his head internally.

"Okay, so that voice outside, when did it start appearing?"

"Many years ago, not long after Vivian left, I heard it."

The first concern of the other was also the issue Fu Qian cared about. Nini Anni did not hold back any information.

"Because it was imitating sister’s voice, I thought it was trying to deceive me, so I’ve been careful to hide, never responding."

"It imitates very well."

Fu Qian agreed with Nini Anni’s words.

"Yes, but it can’t fool me."

Nini Anni sounded a little proud.

"How could sister sing like that."

Singing so unpleasantly right, surely my suspicion was correct.

This sentence affirmed a suspicion Fu Qian had had for a while.

The voice can be imitated, but artistic accomplishment is not something that can be faked.

That soulless imitation of singing.