Genshin Impact, I, a mere mortal, cannot accompany you to the very end.

Wanyan swayed, her mind a blur and confused. She managed to stay upright, and finally understood what it was.

Those were tears.

Wan Yanyi finally understood what the emotion gripping her heart was: regret, deep regret, regret etched into her very bones.

"I'm sorry..." she said, her head bowed, clenching her teeth, her voice choked with sobs, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

"sorry..."

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Qing Nuoyan watched this scene unfold, listening quietly from beginning to end, like a spectator, without interrupting or saying a word.

The story Zhongli told seemed to be told not only to Wanyan, but also to himself.

His name in his previous life was Fushe.

What an idiot.

Qing Nuoyan shook her head. "What an idiot. No wonder he died. An idiot like that won't live long." But Qing Nuoyan thought she wasn't an idiot and that she would definitely live a long time.

This girl... is crying so hard.

Wan Yan seemed to be repenting and apologizing.

There's really nothing to repent for. It's just that he'll get some scolding after he dies. Qing Nuoyan won't care about any great floods after he dies.

There was no forgiveness, but it wasn't resentment either... Qing Nuoyan was simply indifferent.

He understood his own nature, his frivolousness... He must have died a very happy death in the past, a very cool death, which he himself thought was very cool, so there was nothing to be sad about.

However, Mr. Zhongli said, "This is the truth," but Qingnuoyan found it strange.

Looking back now, the agreement was to find the salt ruler and salt pot, and to awaken 'her'. This 'her' in the agreement was Heuria, the Salt Goddess. Logically speaking, the Salt Goddess should not be dead.

He still needs to wake her up.

However, in Mr. Zhongli's story, the Salt Demon God has passed away.

There seems to be more to this story than meets the eye; something else must have happened two thousand years ago.

Perhaps, Fushe... is himself, and perhaps he did even more for Heuria.

There is more truth hidden within the truth.

The journey seemed to be coming to an end, and they were about to leave. Wan Yan naturally felt ashamed to stay any longer.

Mr. Zhongli then brought up the same agreement with her: what she had heard that day must be kept buried in her heart forever and she must not tell anyone.

Half an hour ago, upon hearing this contract, Wanyan was inwardly mocking Zhongli's hypocrisy regarding the "Three Hundred Taels of Boundless Land".

But now, as she re-established this contract, her heart clenched with spasms, a pain and shock that penetrated to her very bones, and she understood the weighty meaning this contract represented.

This is a curse, a tormenting curse, and also a symbol of Fushe's enlightenment.

She will forever bear this curse, never able to mention it to others, and the moral guilt... may accompany her for the rest of her life.

Wan Yan made this pact, and she had to accept the punishment. She left alone, the dim sunset scattering into fragments of crimson light, hastily illuminating her shadow.

...

Before parting, Qing Nuoyan confided his doubts to Zhongli, omitting the promise he had made: "Mr. Zhongli, has the Salt God truly passed away?"

Has the salt god truly passed away?

Zhongli paused, a thoughtful expression on his face. After a long while, he said to Qingnuoyan, "According to general reason, that is the case... For more than two thousand years since then, no trace of the Salt Demon God has been found."

He suddenly changed his tune, "But the situation at the time was complicated, and even Morax couldn't figure it out. We should look at history with skepticism. Perhaps... perhaps that possibility exists."

“Mr. Zhongli,” Qing Nuoyan said earnestly, “this journey is not over yet.”

The twilight dimmed the setting sun, and the young man looked into Mr. Zhongli's eyes and said:

"I have one last thing to do."

What exactly happened to the salt in the earth 2,400 years ago?

Looking up at the sky from Qingnuoyan,

The clouds were dark and gloomy, and the thick fog rolled with clear, rumbling thunder; it seemed as if rain was about to fall on the salt in the earth.

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It's raining again.

Fushe withdrew his gaze from the distance.

It's been raining a lot in the salty area these past few days, a light drizzle. The mud on the road is both damp and slippery, and a fine, misty rain line covers the slightly gloomy sky.

It gets dark very quickly at night.

Fu She held up a bamboo umbrella, the crisp raindrops tapping on its edge. He paused for a moment, then stepped onto the narrow path and continued on his way.

[Remaining lifespan: 30 days]

He returned to Liyue once and secretly met with all the Yakshas to perform the ritual, without being noticed by them.

He also stopped for a while at the foot of Mount Aozang—his home mountain—but of course, Fushe did not choose to go up the mountain.

Otherwise, he wouldn't want to leave.

As he absorbed more karmic burdens, his strength also increased. If the side effects were ignored and he was allowed to continue absorbing them, he might even break through the limits of this life and reach the point of ruling the mortal world.

Of course, all of this is just empty talk.

He could break down at any moment.

He was actually quite content.

He went to the market in Liyue and bought fresh sardines. Liyue is a port city, and the seafood there is very fresh—Morax doesn't like to eat fish, what a shame.

He's going to die, so he likes to think about all sorts of random things.

The rain tapped against the bamboo umbrella. He slightly raised the edge of the umbrella and gazed at the misty, rain-drenched salt flats.

That persistent, clingy idiot is in for a treat today.

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P.S.: Wow, my stiff neck is better now!

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Chapter 93 "Sister Gan Yu, I am the most ridiculous person in this world" (Three-in-One)

It looks like it's raining.

The pattering raindrops tapped against the eaves of the Moon Sea Pavilion, making intermittent sounds. Outside the window, the withered yellow leaves of the sycamore trees drooped down, drop by drop.

The decaying branches emitted a hoarse hiss, and the pale yellow silhouette of the sycamore trees disrupted the entire rainy night.

Gan Yu couldn't sleep soundly.

She's been having a lot of dreams these past few days, dreams about all sorts of things.

I dreamt of that abyss, a colossal abyss of towering cliffs—blood splattered among the jagged rocks; I dreamt of those violet eyes, their color gradually dimming, filled with a chilling sorrow and tranquility.

In her dream, she looked down and found that her hands were covered in rotten, dark blood. The blood flowed down her fingertips, more and more, until it accumulated into a river. A murky, gloomy mood seemed to be drowning her.

She didn't know what it was.

She had never seen it before.

But they follow you like a shadow.

Gan Yu woke up from her dream and opened her eyes, but those same purple eyes were still there, as if they were rooted deep in her heart.

A chilling wind whipped away layer after layer of withered leaves, and the slender branches of the sycamore danced wildly in the wind and rain, casting shadows that looked like countless long, thin ghostly figures performing eerie dance steps.

She slowly straightened up, her soft, light blue hair falling down and spreading out on the bed. Gan Yu subconsciously glanced at the bronze mirror, and her originally bright golden eyes seemed to have settled, revealing a slightly deep dark red.

Strange yet familiar.

"You did nothing wrong."

The reflection in the mirror parted its thin lips slightly and said this.

"You are right."

You did nothing wrong.

She blinked gently, and the strange color disappeared.

"I did nothing wrong."

The gloomy rain pressed the sea of ​​clouds low, and the west wind filled the pavilions and towers of Moon Sea. The wind raged and pounded against the doors, making sharp and piercing sounds that echoed in her ears.

Gan Yu shook her head, stood up from the bed, and stepped barefoot onto the floor. She opened the window, and the wind, carrying silvery raindrops, poured in, turning the entire city of Liyue into a white expanse.

She did nothing wrong, and it has been like this for over two thousand years—she did nothing wrong.

But whether she did nothing wrong or simply didn't want to make a mistake... Gan Yu didn't know.

She doesn't think about it.

She wouldn't even think about it, wouldn't even mention it, didn't want to return to Mt. Okuzō, was engrossed in her work at Gekkai-tei, and wouldn't even taste the 'Jade White Jade Soup' again.

Those dark and gloomy emotions accumulated in my heart and gradually became another existence.

'karmic obstacles'

The Qilin is a very peaceful and gentle mythical beast, but Gan Yu felt that she was no longer a Qilin.

Her master said she had grown up, and her friend Ningguang said her personality had changed, but was it really that she had grown up, or that her personality had changed... or perhaps, something had gone wrong with her?

In his final years, that person also became increasingly gloomy and unsettling.

Gan Yu shook her head, banishing the inexplicable thought from her mind.

She did nothing wrong.