The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 474 Mermaid?

In the dark and quiet space, gray stalactites hung upside down like swords. A thick, moist breath condensed on them. Following the law of gravity, it turned into a drop of water at the tip. It swayed for a long time before finally falling down.

"Snapped!"

The slightly cool water splashed on his forehead, like a bolt of lightning as thin as a hair, suddenly shaking the man's muddled mind.

As if waking up from a chaotic dream, Richie's eyes moved rapidly. His eyelids, which used to be light as a feather, were now as heavy as cast iron. He used all his strength to barely open a crack.

It was as if he had just finished an epic marathon. Waves of soreness and numbness surged through every muscle fiber in his body, turning into intense fatigue that disturbed his thoughts.

After gathering his strength for a moment, the young man spat out the unknown mucus in his mouth with a "pu" sound, and struggled to sit up while gasping for breath.

He was surrounded by darkness. As he regained consciousness, his eyes gradually adapted to the dim environment and some vague outlines began to emerge.

This is a wide cave as big as two or three basketball courts. The towering top is dotted with flickering blue fluorescence. Slender stalactites can be vaguely seen hanging down, echoing with the staggered stalagmites on the ground, like the most exquisite sculptures in nature.

Richie was stunned for a long time before he sorted out some of the logic.

"What happened? Where is this place? I remember...

hiss--! "

Several scattered and disordered pieces of information just emerged from his mind, seeming to combine into a graceful figure, but the next moment a dull pain suddenly came over him, like a heavy sandbag hitting his brain, disrupting his recollection.

Choosing to give up investigating further for the time being, Ricky took a deep breath, supported himself on the ground with his backhand, and stood up tremblingly.

A cool and slippery touch came from the palm of his hand, which made him frown, but it was a large pool of sticky unknown liquid surrounding him.

A strange fishy and salty smell emanated from the liquid, exactly the same as the strong strange smell in his mouth. An intense burning sensation rushed up his esophagus, forcing Richie to vomit.

After vomiting a few mouthfuls of sour and smelly gastric juice, he forced himself to cheer up, carefully avoided the filth on the ground, and began to try to find a way out.

Suddenly a bright light came into his eyes. The faint light in the distance was moving slowly, as if some creature was approaching.

Although he was still confused, the experience of having been fortunate enough to come into contact with supernatural powers in his childhood made the young man more alert than ordinary people. He gently moved his sore legs, quickly selected the largest stalagmite, and hid behind it quietly.

That tiny light, like a ray of hope, attracted Richie's gaze and made his heart beat faster. He felt nervous but also a little expectant.

Faster than expected, a shadow came floating in as if weightless, and several light and dark lines outlined the outline of a slightly thin human figure.

A ball of white light as big as a fingertip floated in the air like the tail of a firefly, and a childish female face followed closely behind it.

Her light blond hair was scattered randomly on her shoulders, and her face, which looked a little rustic, was dotted with freckles. Although her overall image was not pretty, it also revealed a bit of youthful beauty. She was a thin girl who looked like a middle school student.

But the obviously ill-fitting worn windbreaker and faded denim backpack lowered her image score a lot.

The girl glanced left and right, her eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the thick rock and lock directly on the target.

"Sir, please follow me quickly, the monster is about to come back!"

First, a call as soft as a mosquito entered his ears, and then he saw the light ball swaying slowly, drawing a semicircle close to him. Ricky knew that he had been exposed, so he could only bite the bullet and stick his head out and stammer:

"Who...are you? And what does monster...mean?"

"I don't have time to explain too much. Please believe me, I will tell you slowly on the way." There was a hint of anxiety in the girl's tone, and her slender fingers quickly made several gestures.

Ricky's whole body tensed up, and an invisible force was like a transparent giant hand, dragging him out without any resistance.

"At least...tell me your identity first, and what's going on..."

The young man followed the girl involuntarily, dancing and trying to struggle one last time. "My name is Jiali."

The girl cast some kind of spell, allowing the two of them to slide along the ground as easily as if their feet were greased, without making the slightest sound. It was as if the ground was not a bumpy, rough rock, but a smooth asphalt road.

She carefully extinguished the lighting ball, but illusory waves descended and hovered over Ricky's eyes, allowing him to see into the darkness.

In addition, a transparent bubble-shaped barrier quietly opened up, hiding their figures and isolating the sound, light, movement and even smell during their actions.

Such smooth, swift, and free-flowing silent multiple spellcasting was so difficult that even in a large organization, it was only for senior mid-level and high-level members. Considering the girl's young age, it would simply amaze any Transcendent who knew what was good.

However, even though she showed such impressive strength, she was still extremely nervous and kept looking back, with her hands forming a seal, ready for a fight, as if there was some terrifying monster behind her that would pounce on her at any time.

"Should she be considered a...wandering witch?" The young girl named Carrie's face darkened for a moment, as if some very bad memories flashed through her mind.

"As for the reason for being here." After passing a fork in the tunnel, she adjusted her speed, slowed down her pace, and gestured to the left:

"During my travels, I met several homeless friends by chance. Their hard and poor fates did not erase the kindness in their hearts. However... these good people disappeared one day."

Carrie turned her head away in pain, unable to bear to look at the miserable scene.

The wide cracks in the rocks were filled with shriveled corpses, with their hard black and yellow skin tightly stretched around their skinny arms, like simple crosses tilted at an angle in front of a lonely grave in the wilderness, silently telling of the despair and fear they had endured in their lifetime.

"Because I have some special abilities, I followed the clues and ended up here."

"Hmm." Ricky covered his mouth in fear, but his brain worked well and he understood the meaning of the girl's words in an instant.

"I am one of them, right?"

Inspired by the information revealed by the other party, the vague shadow in Richie's heart surged again, but he was disturbed by the familiar dizziness and pain, and he couldn't distinguish it for a while.

"These victims seem to be all male?"

Not daring to delay too long, after a brief stop, the two set off again. Ricky was about to withdraw his gaze from the hideous pile of corpses when suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, as if he had thought of something.

However, just as he was thinking hard, a mysterious voice suddenly sounded.

"Honey, where are you going?"

The gentle voice was as soft as cotton and as smooth as a clear spring, with a magical power that captivated the heart.

It was very far away in the last second, but it was already close in the next moment.

A graceful figure was getting closer and closer, swaying from side to side like a snake as it walked, with little pearl-like scales sticking to its stretched limbs, making it look like a dream.

Ricky's expression was dazed for a while, and the figure in his mind finally materialized completely. At the same time, the strange experiences he had during this period of time were like shadows under the deep sea gradually surfacing.

His face turned pale as if by magic, and he opened his mouth in horror and shouted:

"That guy, that weirdo..."

However, when the words came to his lips, an inexplicable force suddenly emerged and poured into his soul like a fierce tide.

The young man's facial muscles twisted and changed rapidly, his eyes changed from trance to numbness, and then fixed on longing and obedience.

"…That is, my mermaid princess."

(End of this chapter)