Desharow Merman (COMPLETED)

Chapter 78

At the moment when this idea popped up, a cluster of astonishing sparks exploded from the bow of the ship, and many figures of people fleeing in a panic suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. A boy in a kimono ran out of the cabin, and I recognized it as Yukimura I met on Mermaid Island.

    I called out to him reflexively, but he just looked around hastily with a desperate expression as if he couldn't see my existence.

    The bitter sea wind tore the corners of his trench coat, making him look like a fragile and beautiful bird. He stumbled back to the edge of the boat, as if he was in extreme fear of something.

    I followed his line of sight and saw what he was afraid of—

    a mermaid with a dark purple tail. The scorching fire light shone on his blood-soaked body, which looked so shocking in the dark night, like a vengeful undead crawling out of the grave. He slowly climbed out of the stairs leading from the bilge to the deck, his wet black hair dragging on the tail of the fish, like a cluster of parasitic moray eels. I noticed that a samurai sword was pierced through his back and came out from his abdomen, but it didn't seem to hinder his movement. He quickly grabbed the fleeing people on the boat, as cruel as a seasoned butcher They tore their bodies apart, and blood flowed into rivers on the deck in an instant. But during this process, his eyes were staring at Xuecun without blinking, his eyes were filled with some kind of emotion close to madness.

    I'm pretty sure that look wasn't real hate, it was the opposite.

    Skin-to-skin love.

    The word popped into my head suddenly. But I dare not speculate on the entanglement between them, because the protagonist of the story unfolding in front of me is not me, but I stare blankly at the thrilling scene in front of me like a demon, as if accidentally peeping into the record. A corner of a page in the diary of someone else's secret past.

    "I'm sorry..." I suddenly heard Xuecun yelling like that, tears streaming down his fair cheeks. He leaned against the side of the boat and knelt down on the ground, but in such a flustered situation, he still maintained the traditional etiquette. He prostrated on the ground in a posture that was almost worshipful, bowed to the mermaid, and raised his head again, as if Laughing like weeping: "You are the god of the sea... How can I offend you? I beg you to let the people on this ship go, as if I have never met you..." "Session...Session...

    "

    The The mermaid chanted this syllable like a mantra, meandering through the corpses on the deck, slowly approaching Xuecun, who bowed to him, stretched out a bloody hand and raised his chin, forcing him to raise his head Come.

    Xuecun looked at him obediently, he stretched out his trembling hand as if he wanted to caress the mermaid's webbed claws, but he was hanging in mid-air, his fingers trembling. Those beautiful eyes suppressed a deep nostalgia. I thought he might be in love with this mermaid, but besides that, I read deeper despair and pain on his face.

    A bad premonition suddenly surged up in my heart, and my feeling was confirmed in the next second.

    I saw Yukimura grabbing the handle of the samurai sword at an alarming speed, stabbing the sharp blade into the mermaid's body, the tip piercing himself directly, then he hugged him tightly, Falling backwards absolutely into the vast sea, like a pair of close lovers who died for love...

    "Snow Village!" I am still horrified by the visions recorded by the magnetic field at sea. What kind of entanglement is there between Xuecun and this purple-tailed mermaid, so that the two of them will come to such a tragic end? I can't help recalling Xuecun's experience and his lonely blue figure in the sea in my mind, and my heart throbs inexplicably.