The merman, my man

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 121

We had to be on high alert at all times. While crossing the planned route, we held the gun tightly and observed the surrounding situation.

"Look! There is a magnetic field ahead. The compass keeps vibrating in that direction. "Will there be anything?"

An armed man in front of us abruptly yelled. We all pointed our flashlights in the same direction.

Through the light, I saw a gray outline in the bushes in front of me. It turned out to be the foundation of a building. Despite being damaged and shattered, it still had some traces of man's carving on it.

Someone used to live here!

"Oh my god, there as well. My goodness, there's a lot. We turned around and raised the flashlight to take a look. I quickly discovered many damaged buildings in the surrounding bushes. One of them was ever by my side. I knelt down to get a better look.

This is the top of a spherical gray building, only a portion of which is visible from the ground, and it's impossible to tell what it is, but I believe it's a tomb.

I gradually removed the vines that covered the top and discovered a plethora of strange words engraved on the stone walls. I had no idea what language they were speaking. A three-dimensional sculpture resembling an ancient lizard was discovered on the top of the stone wall, which reminded me of many mythical creatures on the prehistoric tombstone.

They were used to protect the living.

All of this evidence pointed to the existence of an ancient civilization on this island. Because of my excitement, I couldn't help but grip the flashlight tightly.

Peter exclaimed in astonishment, "These must be the relics of the mermen!"

I was convinced that the mermen civilization was more than just a myth. They were genuine. This also explained why Dicken had such a high Hand learning ability because they, like humans, had a long development history. Mermen were not the beasts that had been described in the past. They had their own civilization and society. And it's possible that everything was true. The origins of mermen can be traced back to ancient Greek civilization.

"Hahaha, I think I need to take away one part of the relic. It's priceless in our country.

A guy next to Jack exclaimed excitedly. Then he picked up the gun and prepared to break the relic closest to him, but he was dragged away by Jack immediately, Don't move! There's something strange about the ground!"

In an instant, I became hypervigilant.

Jack knelt and picked up a large stone. He threw it hard at the ground in front of him. The next thing we heard was a plop, which sounded like something falling into liquid rather than a stone hitting the ground. The stone vanished into the ground where it landed.

Everyone took a deep breath.

The ground in front of me was probably more extensive. We were walking through a swamp, and we had no idea how big it was.

"Rustling...Rustling,"

The sound of fast crawling on the ground came from nowhere. The bushes' leaves rustled. We immediately went into alert mode and looked around with vigilance.

I was surprised to see a triangular black silhouette emerge from the swamp not far away. Scales were as hard as armor covering its head. It had bloodshot eyes with a gaze locked on us as if we were trespassers.