Laughing, the host always wants to escape

"Tangcuo..." Sals turned around and looked at the little man who didn't react at all, and put his hand on his cheek. "Is it you? Did you come to see me? Don't worry... I remember everything you said..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately stood up, kissed his forehead, and turned to his bedroom.

The sound-transmitting horn, which was originally placed in the corner, was already covered with dust. Sals picked it up gently and then put it to his ear.

"Hello, hello! I'm Tangcuo... When you hear this voice, I may... This doesn't seem to work, it sounds like a will, I'll change it..." A cheerful voice came out, hitting Sals' heart heavily.

As the sound disappeared, Sals picked up another conch shell and carefully put it close to his ear. "I am Tangcuo. When you find this conch shell, I may have left. Don't be sad, Sals...

No matter what my ending is, it is already destined. You may find it hard to accept, so I left this voice message.

As for me, I don't belong to this world. Even if I disappear, it is understandable. However, don't lose your mind because of this. To tell you the truth, maybe you will see me again one day in the future.

We humans believe in reincarnation, so we must not do anything impulsive because of it. Sals, I have left many voice-transmitting conch shells in this sea, but I have scattered them in many places, so you have to find them by yourself.

Sals... don't forget me..."

The sound in the conch stopped abruptly, and Sals's blue pupils suddenly showed a bit of anxiety, as if he wanted to hear something else.

He carefully put the conch into his body, then returned to the quiet sea. Looking at the motionless Tangcuo, Sals floated beside his ear and whispered softly.

"Tangcuo, I will find you. Don't break your promise. No matter how long it takes or where you are, I will find you."

Tangcuo, who was a soul, stood aside and looked at him silently, "Xiaoye, now he can get back on track, right?"

[Yes, host, but aren't you deceiving him?]

"Remember what I told you? Xiao Ye, only when there is hope can there be a desire to live. We call it a 'white lie'"

[What about the future? Do you want to change the ending for him?]

"Change the ending? Can I still do this?" Tang Cuo was a little surprised.

[The regular plot host has already finished, this is at most a side story, and side stories are not within the control of our system, so you can give it a try.]

"So, doesn't that mean I can change the ending of every story?"

[Not really, this is random, the host can think of this as a benefit for novices in the first plane.]

"Okay." Tangcuo looked at the paper and pen that appeared out of thin air in front of him and smiled, "Then I will change the ending for him..."

Thereafter...

Sals did not flood the land as previously thought, but instead hid the entire Mandala Sea into a dangerous sea of ​​fog.

All cruise ships with evil intentions and intending to spy on this mysterious place will be lost in it and disappear without a trace, and those who want to capture mermaids for research have gradually given up the idea.

Humans live peacefully on land, each doing their own job and doing their own thing, while the mermaids live happily in the deep sea, and no one has ever seen them again.

"Do you think this is true? Brother Cuo? Brother Cuo?" The boy closed the book and turned his head to look at the motionless man. Seeing that he had no reaction, the boy stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Tang Cuo came back to his senses and asked hurriedly.

"What's wrong with you? Have you been absent-minded since you set foot in this sea? Are you feeling unwell?" The young man reached out and touched his forehead. "You don't have a fever!"

"I don't know either. This sea always gives me an inexplicable sense of familiarity." Tangcuo shook his head and then grinned, "By the way? What did you ask me just now?"

"I'm asking, are there any mermaids in this world?" The boy pursed his lips. "I think this book is written quite realistically. Do you think they really exist?"

"Maybe, I don't know." Tang Cuo shook his head.

Suddenly, the boat shook. Tang Cuo hurriedly squatted near the fence. The boy next to him was also startled by the sudden situation. "What happened?"

"Everyone, the ship has entered the fog area, please be careful." A crackling sound came from the walkie-talkie.

"Fog area? Why don't you drive away quickly?" The young man curled his lips.

"It's not that we don't want to sail, but there might be a whirlpool in the center of this foggy area that sucked the ship in, so we can't sail away."

"Where is this?" Tang Cuo gently stood up holding the mast and looked up at the gloomy sea around him.

"I don't know. I didn't have a navigation system or a map when I left."

As the fog grew thicker, Tang Cuo's head began to ache.

Suddenly he seemed to hear a song. The song was low and melodious, as if luring people to immerse themselves in it, mysterious and unpredictable.

"Tangcuo...Tangcuo..."

"So familiar, who is calling me?" Tang Cuo raised his eyes and looked into the distance. There seemed to be a shadow standing in the huge fog, but the face could not be seen clearly.

The vague memories in his mind became clearer and clearer, and he seemed to remember things that happened a long time ago, "Sals? Mandragora Sea? This is Mandragora Sea!"

The thick fog gradually dissipated, and everyone on the cruise ship fell into a deep sleep because of the mermaid's singing.

Suddenly, a suction force sucked him into the air, and then he fell downwards. Before he touched the sea surface, a broad shoulder embraced Tang Cuo.

Tang Cuo subconsciously hugged his neck tightly, and heard a low and hoarse voice ringing in his ears.

"Welcome home, my queen."