There we have it, this creature in our tribe's account, was called Fishman. Their skin was as white as snow, and their appearance exquisitely beautiful. Of course, they aren't good at singing. No, calling them not good at singing is just putting it mildly. The mermaid's song in human myths is melodious and beautiful, but the Fishman's song in our legends is hoarse and rough, possessing the fairest of faces, yet singing the wildest chainsaw tune.
When I first heard this legend, the sound of a chainsaw buzzing echoed in my mind, leaving a deep impression.
Yet, in our tribe's legends, the Fishman are the major antagonists, venomous beauties, and foes of our people.
But to the people of the Ancient City, they are their 'Nuwa'. If that man Chen Qinghan sees in the painting is truly one of our tribe, then his relationship with the Fishman is not just a matter of disparity. They might be the Ancient version of Romeo and Zhu Yingtai!
