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

Qing Nuoyan scratched his head, and after a while, he smiled helplessly: "Then it has to be cooked well."

"I've always been very good at grilling fish. I'm considered one of the best in Liyue."

Miss Ying has always been very good at bragging.

"That's not bad." Qing Nuoyan nodded.

A building where there is food, money, and you are not alone, a place where people wait for you to come home for dinner, is what the people of Liyue call 'home'.

It was very late, and thick smoke rose from the distant chimneys, shrouding the dark green mountains. Qingnuoyan followed Ying up the steps, placed his hand on the wooden door, slowly exhaled, and pushed the door open to enter.

"Welcome home."

Qiqi squatted behind the door, raised her two little arms, and said with a smile:

"Qingnuo Rock".

[Seventh Agreement]

Please proceed to the Lava Abyss.

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PS1: This chapter is actually 400 words short of being a three-in-one, hehe, so let's just call it one-fifteenth of a minor character today! Pretty impressive, huh!

PS2: The Liyue arc is entering its later stages, and this chapter is the final transitional chapter. After that, everything that everyone is looking forward to will gradually appear.

PS3: And then, although I've said it many times, I still have to mention that the plot, some settings, and even the timeline of this book are different from the original work—especially in the later part of Volume 1.

Chapter Ninety-Five: "You should have stabbed me in the throat"

After the salt from the earth emerged, the sky was overcast.

A gloomy twilight blanketed the vast and desolate plains, as if it were about to rain; the slightly chilly mist carried the lifelessness of late summer.

Soon after, a torrential downpour began, crashing against the clouds and shattering the dim twilight piece by piece.

[Remaining lifespan: 10 days]

You're going to die.

“I’m going to die,” Fushe repeated, “but this body of mine is still very strong.”

[What died was you, what lives on is karma; your physical body is the body of karma.]

"So what will happen to me in ten days?" Fu She asked.

【I have no idea】

Human reason.

The only thing I can confirm is that this is an unprecedented disaster for Liyue.

“I see.” Fushe chuckled. “That’s why someone had to kill me…really.”

He had already made an agreement with Morax, and the contract was the most sacred thing: he trusted the Emperor completely and was certain that he could handle his affairs after his death.

The rain is getting heavier.

Fushe felt cold, which was strange, since his physical condition had never been better, so why would he feel cold?

The mournful rain seeped into his skin through the gaps in his thin clothes. He paused, took out the wine gourd from his waist, opened the bottle. The wine was almost gone, and he was about to set off.

After drinking the last sip of wine, he wiped away the remaining stains, slowly exhaled a breath of hot air, and then tossed the empty gourd aside.

The gourd that had been with him for hundreds of years crashed into the puddle, shattering the leaden sky reflected in it. The ripples became chaotic and distorted, reflecting Fushe's hideous and gloomy face.

He only realized now that the downpour existed because of him; the overflowing karmic obstacles polluted the clouds, and the bitter rain fell, seeping into the soil, slowly scorching the earth.

Only at this moment did Fushe realize with absolute clarity:

To Liyue and to this world, I am now a calamity, a twisted entity that should not exist.

This gesture can no longer be hidden from Xiao and the others.

It's out of control now, with such a huge commotion... It's probably impossible to sneak back and devour the karmic burdens like before.

Unable to confess Nuoyou's affairs openly, and unable to secretly perform the ritual—it seems impossible to peacefully devour one's karmic burdens.

That's fine too.

Let's go home openly and honestly.

'Betrayal' was originally part of Fushe's plan.

He also saw his own reflection in the puddle, his eyes filled with a bloodshot hue.

“It’s really ugly,” Fu She said.

'Floating House'

'Floating House'

'Floating House'

Countless low moans called his name, twisted and filthy words carrying the deepest malice in the world, and countless hands burst forth from the dark puddle, as if to embrace him.

This is your final blessing.

"This is my last Nuo blessing."

Fu Shedao kicked away the wine gourd, smashed the puddle, and shattered the twisted hands and his own gloomy and crazed face!

“You’re so ugly, you’re not me,” he said. “I’m very beautiful.”

The torrential rain drenched the muddy mountain path, a thick white line spreading out, revealing countless puddles ahead, each reflecting countless crazed and gloomy faces.

Fushe walked forward, his boots wading through every puddle, crushing every obstacle along the way. In the vast天地 (heaven and earth), he waded through the muddy and rugged road, his solitary figure the only one in the vast天地.

"I'm going home."

The madman embarked on his journey home, a journey fraught with mud. But a wanderer far from home must eventually return. Facing the torrential, misty rain, he offered his final blessing to the world he loved so dearly. This was the life of the madman.

-

Beyond Guili Plains lies Dihua Marsh, where the famous Wangshu Inn was built in its center. Dihua Marsh is the gateway to Liyue, and beyond it lies Liyue City. Since the beginning of the Demon God War, Dihua Marsh has been a battleground between the immortals and the demon gods.

The Great Sage Who Subdues Demons is responsible for guarding Dihua Island. Guarding Dihua Island is guarding the entire Liyue.

But today, Xiao frowned slightly.

There is... the aura of a demon god.

It is very powerful, and also... twisted.

He raised his eyes and looked at the swirling black clouds in the sky. The mournful rain threads wove a dense, pale curtain of rain. Xiao subconsciously gripped his spear and stared intently at the far end of his vision.

The owner of that malevolent aura appeared.

Xiao's golden pupils widened slightly—

Floating dwelling.

It's Brother Fushe.

...I never saw Brother Fushe again.

Xiao didn't know where Fushe had gone.

He used to say he was in seclusion in his mansion, but now, only an empty cave remains; the man left so decisively that no one knows where he went.

The Liyue immortals were also unaware that he felt the Yaksha immortals were gradually becoming distant, but he didn't know why they were becoming distant, or what important thing was silently slipping away, but Xiao didn't know what it was.

So when he sees Fushe again, should he laugh?

But he... didn't want to laugh.

"Hello," Fushe said calmly. "It's been a long time."

“Fushe…” Xiao stared at Fushe, who exuded an ominous aura, and paused. “You, what is this?”

"Could you let me in first?"

Fu Shedao revealed his usual cheerful smile: "It's raining outside, and I'm soaked."

A very familiar smile; it seemed that because of this smile, the ominous atmosphere was no longer so ominous.

Xiao was silent for only a second or two before releasing the gun and saying, "Okay."

Xiao trusted Fushe.

This trust came naturally, without thinking, without any precautions, so he let Fushe enter the pass—and this was the first wrong decision he made.

Very fast.

It was so fast that he couldn't react, or even resist.

In the blink of an eye, he plummeted backward, the entire world before him turning upside down.

He found himself bleeding, the blood trickling out from the hole in his neck where it had been pinched. His mind grew increasingly foggy, his breathing became more and more difficult, and his eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Before losing consciousness, the last thing he saw was Fu She's smile.

I have never seen... such a terrifying and bizarre power.

He was held by the neck and could not resist.

“Fushe…” Xiao stared intently at Fushe’s face, uttering a difficult word from his throat: “...Why?”

"Sorry." Fu She tilted his head, a smile spreading across his lips, a smile that was both absurd and bizarre: "Xiao, I'm in a hurry, this is the fastest way."

The chaotic and overflowing evil aura filled the entire sky, and the floating house stood beneath the sky, smiling at him.

My consciousness slowly faded.

Rushing...rushing for what...

why.

why.

Xiao didn't know why Fushe did this. He trusted Fushe, so he let go of his weapon. He hadn't seen Fushe for a long time. Xiao was not a talkative immortal, but he still had a lot to say. He wanted to ask where Fushe had gone, how Fushe was doing lately, and he wanted to have another drink with Fushe.

But why?

He lowered his guard and released the spear, only to have his neck grabbed... Why?

We can't... let him go.