Chapter 18: The small town of Siren

Andre looks at Bai Liu with a blatant salivation for food.

Andre gave a mute laugh, "I haven't had enough, and if a man-fish comes here in the middle of the night and overturns my boat, I'll pull it up and bite it to death and eat it all."

The man is clearly talking about biting the mermaid to death, but his eyes keep falling on Bai Liu's neck, as if it is not the mermaid's neck that he is about to bite off, but Bai Liu's.

Bai Liu's thinking started to slow down a bit, which was clearly the effect of that drop in mental values.

He realised at this time that Andre had such a great aroma in himself that for a moment just now he even wanted to bite the other man, so he would surely be an even more aromatic dish in the eyes of Andre, a significantly more alienated mermaid.

Andre tried to eat himself.

But Bai Liu's stamina, intelligence and even reflexes have all declined so much that all his panel attributes are starting to drift red across the board, and his spirit level is already on the verge of sixty, so if Bai Liu were to spend the night at sea against a monster like Andre, who has already completed his alienation, he would surely die.

There must be some way, some way to counter Andre.

But all the information in Bai Liu's head seemed to be covered in a translucent cloth; he could vaguely see the options but could not call them up, and he vaguely remembered that he had prepared a way for himself to deal with Andre, but he could not recall it.

Bai Liu blinked again, shook a little and whispered yes.

The line of people in front of the small TV's, seeing Bai Liu shake this one, had their hearts instantly lifted.

Wang Shun followed Bai Liu along the way and knew the man was a very talented player. He had seen players play Siren town many times, but never with such a high level of mental intensity.

Wang Shun held his breath with unblinking eyes, "He's alienated, his spirit level is dropping to sixty, he's about to see visions."

Wang Shun has a large number of players piled up next to him.

The player who had been guarding the area with Wang Shun also had a complicated tone: "Sixty spirit, life and death."

Spirituality of sixty is the dividing line between the real and the unreal. Before Spirituality of sixty you are only fighting against monsters, while below Spirituality of sixty you have to fight against your own illusions.

It's harder than fighting monsters.

Because the monster's weaknesses can be explored and traced, whereas illusions are generated by you, and you never know where the weaknesses of your own illusions lie and what is illusory or real.

The advantages that a player with a high spirit level has in the game are immense, which is why Bai Liu has attracted so much attention before.

The players who are easily frightened, or easily contaminated by the monster's spirit, their spirit value can easily drop below sixty, after which most players' mortality rate rises in steps, and there are many players who are scared to death by their own hallucinations, so the level with a spirit value of sixty is also called [Life and Death Level] in the players' mouths.

The audience sighed with regret.

"It's been great, it's taken so long to get tainted below sixty."

"Without props to rinse the spirit level, the spirit level is only getting lower and lower and I feel like my life is hanging by a thread."

"Siren Smallville is a game that gives a pass rate of fifty percent, but for newcomers who don't know the strategy, the survival rate is less than one percent."

"Wasn't there a pass in the last batch of newcomers?"

"Oh, what's the point of being the only newcomer out of the hundred who cleared the last batch of Siren's Town and ended up coming out of the game with 25 spirit, and coming out of the game crazy?"

"This new guy is probably going to be crazy in a while."

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The sailors on board looked like they were watching a good show as they prepared two small boats for both Andre and Bai Liu to put into these deep waters.

Bai Liu seemed to be confused and stood dumbly by the fence. He even asked the sailor for an extra quilt, saying he might be cold on board at night.

The sailor looked mockingly at Bai Liu and, having placed two or three thick quilts on his boat, said meaningfully, "Have a good night and good night, Mr. Bai, if you can wake up.

Bai Liu then laughed and said, "I will.

There are many small boats attached to the sides of the boat, and those boats are full of fishermen who look like deep-sea fish.

The fishermen bear an eerie resemblance to Andre, and in the darkness of the night there is only a small light on the boat, and the eyes of these fishermen glow a ghostly green in the obscure light.

The fishermen, standing in the boat swaying with the waves, are strangely motionless, staring straight at Bai Liu standing on the boat clutching his blanket, the gills in his ears twitching slightly open, making a tiny twitching sound as if he had seen his prey.

Andre, standing in another boat not far from Bai Liu, with saliva on his lips and an eerie green glow in his eyes like those of the fishermen, looked at Bai Liu and whispered hoarsely, "Bai Liu, take your stupid quilt and go to sleep at the bottom of the sea."

The big ship slowly sailed away and a sailor told them that he would sail over to pick them up the next morning.

Bai Liu looks around and sees that, apart from Andre, there are many fishermen in small boats who have not left with the big boats, but are gradually approaching and surrounding Bai Liu with the sound of paddling.

Even with Bai Liu's foggy mind at the moment, it was clear to him that, as the weakest of the "larvae" here, he would be torn to pieces and devoured by these obviously hungry fishermen in less than half an hour if he spent a night with them.

Not to mention the fact that Bai Liu is completely alone in the middle of the night with Andre watching over him.

Bai Liu is still alienated, but jumping into the sea to escape is still not a good option.

Bai Liu can feel his mouth and nose breathing, but the gills next to his ears do not have any breathing function, so it is still unknown whether he can breathe underwater through the gills or not.

And even if they could, Bai Liu would not be able to swim with these highly alienated fishermen and Andre, and jumping overboard would be the difference between dying under the sea and dying at sea.

Bai Liu also has a mission on the ship of true love, and in a situation where he seems to be having an incredibly hard time surviving, he has to stay up all night to win over Andre with his mental health in jeopardy.

This is almost impossible.

Wang Shun slowly put down the pen he was continually recording with a rather genuine sigh, "It's a pity that the best prop to win this bet is a water bubble."

"This prop can repel the fish, buy two of them and use them three times to last until dawn, although it's a bit expensive at one hundred and forty points, but it works, if Bai Liu hadn't spent his points indiscriminately earlier, it would have been easy for him to cross here."

The player next to him, who had been watching all along, nodded approvingly, clutching his chest and shaking his head helplessly, "After all, is he a novice? It's normal that he can't play, and this Bai Liu, although he occasionally excels, is mostly messing around, a common problem for novices."

"Eh, that's as far as it goes."

The few scattered spectators who remained were also about to disperse and leave.

At that moment Andre's boat suddenly shook violently and a man, no, a mermaid, landed on top of it, opening its sharp teeth and biting at Andre with a grin.

The audience who were about to leave stopped in their tracks.

Wang Shun pushed up his glasses and snapped forward to see: "What the hell is going on here? Shouldn't the fishermen and Andre be in the water and attacking the players? Why are these fishermen attacking Andre?

The mermaid on Andre's boat was so fierce that it flipped under the surface and boarded the unsuspecting Andre's boat, taking a vicious bite to his neck.

Andre let out an unmistakable scream, and both gills seemed to chatter incessantly from the pain.

The foul-smelling black blood suddenly sprayed all over the boat and splashed some into the sea, blending with the dark night and water.

The fishy smell of blood instantly wafted over the waters, and an odd gurgling sound came from the throats of all the fishermen as if they were swallowing, their eyes slowly panning to Andre's boat.

The fishy smell of food emanating from Andre's place was so attractive to them that the small boats that had been approaching Bai Liu shifted their course and converged around Andre's boat.

The ear-splitting sound of munching rang out as Andre's boat was raked with hungry mermaids, and his panicked attempts to jump into the sea soon had him torn by the ankles as mermaids littered his boat.

Andre raised his hands in a slurred whimper of pain and was completely overwhelmed by the small mountain of mermaids that devoured him.