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Chapter 245 Lan Cangming and An'an 2
At the deepest part of the underwater canyon, the water flow is stagnant, like dead water.

A colossal statue of Poseidon stands on a circular stone platform, its surface covered with constantly writhing deep-sea moss.

It looked like countless tiny black tentacles breathing.

The statue's eyes are two cloudy black crystals, with faint dark red veins visible inside, pulsating slowly like blood vessels.

Even more strangely, the statue's protruding belly is slightly swollen.

A viscous black liquid seeped from between the scaly patterns on its surface, as if something was being nurtured inside.

Red Fang knelt before the statue, holding a bowl of scarlet liquid in his hands.

His fox ears had mutated into translucent fins, and several slender whiskers extended from the back of his head, swaying eerily with the water ripples.

"Drink it."

The statue emitted a deep voice, a voice that didn't seem to come from outside, but rather drilled directly into the mind:

"You will obtain the power you desire."

Chiya tilted his head back and drank it all, letting out a painful whimper from his throat.

His pupils instantly dilated into dark dots, then quickly contracted to the size of pinpoints.

His mouth split open in a wide grin, revealing sharp canines: "Su An'an, Lan Cangming!"

He growled hoarsely, "This time you won't escape."

The statue's eyes suddenly lit up, projecting an image.

Su An'an was huddled in a corner of the water prison, the golden patterns on her wrist glowing slightly.

In the shadows not far from her, Lan Cangming stood quietly, the scales on her silver tail opening and closing unconsciously.

"How amusing." The statue's voice carried a twisted laugh:
"Even though we've forgotten each other, our bodies still remember."

Red Fang's tentacles trembled with excitement: "They can't escape, can they?"

The black liquid in the statue's abdomen suddenly surged violently, vaguely revealing a blurry human figure.

The long, narrow eyes that were Hong Chengtian's signature feature were slowly opening.

"of course."

The statue's voice grew even colder:
"My child will be fully awakened when Lan Cangming kills her with his own hands."

Inside the Merfolk's council chamber, twelve luminous pearls reflected the seawater in a deep blue hue.

As soon as Lan Cangming stepped into the hall, the Sea Witch came to greet him.

It was a huge sea turtle with dark green markings on its shell and a necklace of coral beads around its neck.

His cloudy eyes were covered by a grayish-white film, and only his right eye could see.

"Marshal, did that half-blood confess?"

The sea witch's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping, and her one eye was fixed on Lan Cangming's expression.

"No."

Lan Cangming walked towards the main seat, his blue fishtail gently sweeping, stirring up subtle streams of water:
"It seems she really has amnesia."

The sea witch sighed and slid a memory seashell from her sleeve:

"I'm afraid it's not that simple."

He tapped his fingertip lightly, and the seashell projected a short image.

Su An'an was talking to several dark figures in a secluded rocky area when one of them handed her a map made of silk gauze that was shrouded in black mist.

"This was taken by the patrol team last night,"

The sea witch lamented, "She has been stealing the defenses of the spawning grounds."

Lan Cangming stared at the image.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened.

In the video, Su An'an is wearing a blue pearl on her wrist.

The Mind-Stabilizing Pearl was a keepsake left by his mother, which was lost on the battlefield three years ago.

How did the Mind-Stabilizing Pearl end up in her hands?

Lan Cangming felt a sharp pain in his head and realized that he couldn't remember what the last time he saw the Mind-Stabilizing Pearl looked like.

A strange glint flashed in the sea witch's one eye:
"So, she not only stole the intelligence, but also your treasure?"

The elders in the council chamber began to stir.

"Ever since she infiltrated the spawning grounds, not only has the birth rate of the offspring plummeted, but all the traitors who came into contact with her have contracted ulcers." The sea witch opened the memory shell, and the tail scales of the traitor mermaid were all ulcerated.

Lan Cangming's silver tail tightened slightly as his gaze swept over the shadowy figure's wounds. He said coldly:

"The edges of these ulcers are too neat, as if they were done on purpose."

"Then how do we explain these?"

The sea witch snapped her fingers, and the seashell projected a new image.

Images of several deformed cubs, with rolled-up scales and missing tail fins.

"The parents of these cubs had all been near the area where she was active."

Lan Cangming remained silent for a moment, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the sea witch's sleeve.

The sea witch suddenly retreated, the dark red stains in her sleeves spreading out and blurring into a patch in the water.

What do you mean by this?

The sea witch's voice became shrill.

Lan Cangming stared at him: "Your sleeves smell of red coral powder."

Red coral powder only grows abundantly near caves where it lays its eggs.

The sea witch's one eye contracted violently, but quickly returned to calm:

"Marshal, you are overthinking it. These were left behind when we passed by the spawning grounds."

Lan Cangming gave the sea witch a deep look.

The sea witch's single eye swept over the agitated elders, its dark green back armor gleaming coldly:

“This mixed-race mermaid is the source of the curse, and I propose that she be executed immediately.”

"Seventeen calves in the spawning area are already deformed!"

Elder Octopus slammed his fist on the stone table: "Her blood must be offered as a sacrifice to appease the sea god's wrath!"

"The video evidence found by Lord Sea Witch is irrefutable!"

Another elder's voice trembled, "She had a secret rendezvous with the black mist and shadows, and she even stole the Mind-Stabilizing Pearl."

"That's a token from the Marshal protecting the spawning grounds!"

Lan Cangming's fishtail slowly tightened behind him, his icy blue eyes sweeping over the faint red light on the sea witch's wrist.

The eye-shaped brand was strikingly similar to the pattern on the hem of the black priest's robe in my memory.

"I will verify it myself before dawn tomorrow."

He broke the commotion, his voice ringing out in the council chamber:
"No one is allowed to touch her until then."

As the chill of the water prison crept up her tail fin, Su An'an was staring blankly at the golden patterns on her wrist.

The prison door creaked open.

Lan Cangming walked in carrying a glowing seaweed basket, which was filled with shimmering seaweed paste.

Adorned with plump pearl fruits, warm water vapor rises into white mist in the cold water.

"Are you hungry?" He put the basket down by the pool.

Su An'an lifted her eyelids, her tail fin sweeping impatiently in the water:

"Another interrogation? I've already told you..."

"You still won't remember even if you try a thousand times, right?"

Lan Cangming bent down and sat down, tapping the edge of the basket with his fingertips: "But the elders don't believe it. They say you are the source of the curse."

"Any baby that has come into contact with your scent will become deformed, and any mermaid that has come into contact with you will get ulcers."

The sweet aroma of seaweed paste mixed with pearl fruit filled my nostrils.

Su An'an's stomach let out a disapproving growl.

She turned her face away: "Let them say what they want."

"They want to execute you at dawn tomorrow."

Lan Cangming's voice was very calm, as if he were describing today's water temperature:
“Smash your tail fin with the sacred stone of your spawning ground and let the blood seep into the coral reef, it is said to ‘purify’ the curse.”

Su An'an suddenly turned her head, her tail fin splashing in the water:
"What did you say?"

"The food isn't poisonous." He pushed the basket, his icy blue eyes devoid of emotion.
"Eat your fill, so you'll have the energy to wait for death."

(End of this chapter)