Chapter 87: Lost Song of the Deep (14)
The crowd was once again in disarray. Screams pierced through the chaos.
Ye Nianchu and Qin Mubai quickened their pace, weaving through the panicking people.
A webbed hand reached out, closing in on Ye Nianchu’s shoulder.
They turned simultaneously. Ye Nianchu gripped her dagger, poised to strike.
Before she could move, Qin Mubai was faster. He seized the creature by the neck and drove his knife into its heart.
In seconds, it was over. The siren’s dark green eyes were filled with shock as it died.
Ye Nianchu thought, It's hard to catch a break.
Qin Mubai smirked, casually tossing the lifeless siren back into the sea. Ye Nianchu caught a glimpse of a fishtail disappearing beneath the waves.
“You—” Ye Nianchu began.
“Just kill it. Shouldn’t we have put it in storage and studied it?” Qin Mubai said, his voice smooth.
“Sister, I didn’t hold back,” he added, lowering his head slightly. “Are you mad at me?”
He remembered her curiosity about sirens and her wish to capture one.
Ye Nianchu sighed, “No, as long as you’re happy.”
Qin Mubai smiled and took her hand, leading her forward.
The crew was busy calming the passengers, tending to the injured, and tallying the survivors.
When they returned to their room, Ye Nianchu’s body was still cold from the soaked clothes clinging to her. The room’s lights revealed her messy hair and striking features.
Qin Mubai’s gaze lingered on her before he unbuttoned his collar.
They changed and regrouped in the living room to discuss their next steps.
“We need to take turns standing guard,” Ye Nianchu said, rubbing her temples. “Sirens could be hiding among the passengers.”
By the second half of the night, the storm showed no sign of easing. The items in their room swayed with each gust of wind.
Ye Nianchu pulled the quilt over her head and tried to sleep.
Outside, for safety, they took turns watching through the night with the door unlocked.
Qin Mubai quietly moved to the balcony, his demeanor cold and detached.
Below, a faint green glow shimmered in the dark sea. He extended his hand, catching a drifting green fluorescence.
The storm raged on, with lightning tearing through the night sky.
Qin Mubai’s figure, framed by the storm, remained indistinguishable from the night.
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As the night wore on, the rain began to ease.
The ship’s announcements urged passengers to stay indoors and avoid the deck. The crew provided minimal information.
Ye Nianchu and Qin Mubai decided to visit the service desk for answers.
As they arrived, they encountered...