There is only one person who can read the heart of the demon spirit—the Yin who specializes in the death of demon spirits.
Xie Bai still looked at him calmly, not at all joking or bluffing. The merman boy was stubborn for a while, and finally he was really shocked: "Are you a prostitute?"
Xie Bai asked back: "Otherwise?"
Merman: "Since you can read it, what difference does it make if I cooperate or not?"
Xie Bai: "...Of course there is."
The merman bared his teeth, propped up the skin of a paper tiger, and said fiercely, "What's the difference?"
Xie Bai: "It's the difference between whether you are alive or dead."
"..." The merman was like a deflated fish-shaped balloon, softly returning to the ground with a whoosh.
"There are seven mermen in Peacock Lake including me." The merman boy fell to the ground and said in a self-defeating way: "But you are already here, so don't go back and trouble them again, okay?!"
Xie Bai coldly said: "No time."
Hearing that he didn't want to kill the remaining few, the shark finally became more lively: "Then what do you want to do?"
"You guys don't stay in Nanhai, what are you doing here?" Xie Bai asked.
The shark didn't speak again.
Xie Bai: "Let me read it myself."
The merman squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Sacrifice."
Xie Bai frowned: "Is it another sacrifice?"
"What is it again?" The merman asked in surprise, "How many times can you touch something like a sacrifice?"
Xie Bai didn't answer, and continued to ask: "Who is it for?"
The shark said: "I don't know."
Xie Bai smiled.
The shark said anxiously: "I really don't know what his name is! Everyone in the clan calls him Gaya."
He obviously changed the language of the word "Gaya", and the pronunciation sounds a little heavy.
"Yerman language?" Xie Bai guessed that this pronunciation method should be the same as the language they sang before.
"To be precise, it is the language of our branch." The merman explained: "There are too many mermen, and there are many branches. You must know that. Now there are only a dozen or so people left in our branch, Gaya In our language, it means resurrection. It is said that the ancestors were saved by Gaya and saved their lives, so that this branch of blood can be preserved to this day. Now that Gaya is in trouble, we will come all the way along the underground river, peacock There is a spiritual vein here in the river, and doing sacrifices here will get twice the result with half the effort, and you don't have to lose your life to go in."
"What does Gaya's trouble mean? Do you know the specifics?" Xie Bai asked.
"I'm the youngest in the clan, so it's impossible to tell me everything. I only know that I have to follow along to make sacrifices, and I only hear a few fragments of the rest." The shark seems to be quite fond of the clansmen treating him as a child. Resentment, recalled with an uneasy expression: "I remember hearing people in the clan say that there were rumors that Gaya died many, many years ago, but it is said that in the past few hundred years, someone has seen Gaya again. Convinced that Gaya is still alive, he brought us to pray every year. Until more than a month ago, the patriarch said that he dreamed that Gaya was trapped and fell asleep."
He took a look at Xie Bai: "You should have heard of the mermaid's dream. There is no dream in a hundred years, but all dreams are real. So we came here because the patriarch said that the next The first month of the month is a good day every Jiazi, if you sacrifice before then, Gaya will definitely be saved."
Xie Bai frowned and thought for a moment, then asked, "Do you know what the Gaya you call looks like?"
The shark nodded: "I've seen portraits, do you have any paper?"
Xie Bai raised his eyebrows, raised his hand out of thin air, twisted the pen and paper, and handed it to the shark.
The shark saw the Yin Ke red seal in the corner of the paper, and honestly held a brush and began to draw.
Xie Bai patiently watched him draw for a while, his face became more and more paralyzed. After about ten minutes, he finally couldn't help but asked: "What kind of race are you drawing?"
The merman boy said angrily: "What do you mean?! Isn't this the eyes, isn't this the nose?!" Anger remembered that the person in front of him was not something to be messed with, and suddenly became soft like a gasp, and threw away the pen and paper , went to comfort his self-esteem, and refused to speak.
Xie Bai didn't have the patience to toss with him this time, so he simply said, "You try to recall the painting in your mind, and I'll read it myself."
The shark's lips trembled: "You, don't you want to kill me?"
Xie Bai said "Yes", "You can read it without killing it."
The merman said angrily: "You lied to me before?!"
Xie Bai ignored him, and only urged in a cold voice: "Hurry up."
"What's the rush! I'm just thinking about it..." Shark lay down angrily, thinking hard with his eyes closed and constipated expression on his face.
"The clearer the better." Xie Bai warned, then raised his hand