"Tie him up for now. We'll decide what to do when we get to the village."
Jeff was still uneasy after hearing the Fishman's explanation. He decided to keep him tied up as they headed toward the village together.
Seeing they were heading back to the village, the Fishman repeatedly tried to persuade them to flee, but all he got in return were contemptuous looks from the others.
"Something's happened in the village, and all you can think about is running away?" a Fake Fishman demanded.
"You haven't seen those parts. You don't know how terrifying they are, so of course you're not thinking about running. Once you see them, you won't be able to escape even if you try!" the bound Fishman retorted anxiously.
Hearing this, the Fake Fishman paused for a moment, then raised a finger and pointed to the large cluster of parts hovering over Mo Ling's head.
"Aren't those them?"
"This is different..."
"How is it different?"
"..."
