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

We must not allow the current floating houses to enter Dihua Island.

Xiao is a member of Fushe's family, but above all, he is the guardian immortal of Dihua Island.

Despite his inner turmoil, his duty as a guardian yaksha made him understand what he needed to do next.

The weapon, named Immortal Spear, reformed in his hand, its azure light slowly flowing along the shaft.

Perhaps Fushe was careless, or perhaps for some other reason, Xiao struggled out a little freedom, and the mournful sound of the wind echoed through the heavens and earth as he stabbed towards Fushe's shoulder.

"elf."

The wind pierced through the latter's shoulder, and blood splattered everywhere due to the wind pressure, but Fu She still wore that almost manic smile.

"You should have stabbed me in the throat, didn't you?"

"Still too scared?"

He grabbed Xiao by the neck with one hand and slammed him hard into the ground. The earth trembled, and spiderweb-like cracks spread outwards, covering the land in concentric circles centered on Xiao.

In the midst of the dizzying chaos, Xiao's consciousness fell into complete silence. He helplessly closed his weary eyes, and in the final instant before his eyelids completely closed, Xiao gazed at Fu She's smile.

Chaos, madness, coldness, and a blood-red light flashing in his eyes.

No one can understand a madman's smile, because they don't know if it's crying or laughing.

Xiao fainted.

Fu She hung his head, the torrential rain pouring down on him. The dark rain seeped into his skin, washing over the large hole in his shoulder. Turbid blood kept gushing out, only to be washed away by the rain.

pain.

Xiao is a demon-slaying general and the strongest fighter among the Yaksha immortals besides Fushe. His all-out spear strike, taken head-on without warning, even made it difficult for Fushe to withstand.

"I'm sorry." Fu She was still laughing, still that manic laugh, but as he laughed, he lowered his head and said an apology: "I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you."

He looked at the unconscious Xiao and said softly, "If stabbing me can even things out, then go ahead and stab me, kid."

"Feel sorry."

The cold rain washed over the world, the forest lay prostrate in the gale, hundreds of millions of leaves cried out as if weeping, and the floating house kept its head bowed for a long time.

half an hour.

“I’m useless,” he said. “I’m useless, all I want is this method.”

"I'm sorry, I'm useless."

He slowly straightened his back, and a flash of white lightning exploded behind him. Layers of clear light followed the outline of his back. Fushe reached out his hand to Xiao, his five fingers slightly spread.

Within the unconscious body of the demon, a yaksha opened its eyes.

His breath was weak, as weak as a child's, but his eyes were eerie and malevolent, filled with hatred for the world. He was lonely, curled up in a ball.

—He is also a demon, the other side of a demon, the darkest side, formed by karma, rooted in the depths of the soul.

The war between demons and gods, the war between immortals and gods... it has existed since long ago.

He was hated by everyone.

“Let’s go,” Fu She said. “Kid.”

Xiao raised his head.

"Holding my older brother's hand."

"The world may not like you, but I will accept you."

But I will accept you.

"I am a monster, and you are a monster. Monsters are not afraid of monsters, and monsters are brothers."

"I will bear your malice and your pain."

Fushe reached out his hand to the lonely child. He smiled, revealing his usual hearty smile. Dark blood streamed down his shoulder, the gruesome wound causing him pain, yet he whispered:

Let's go together.

Those words sound so familiar.

The demon paused, looked up at Fu She, and after a long while, he tentatively... reached out his hand.

Her fingertips tentatively touched that rough, large hand, then quickly withdrew.

Just like hundreds of years ago.

On the same rainy night, corpses littered the mountains and rivers, and the earth was dark and chaotic. Fushe killed the great demon and reached out his hand to the wandering Xiao.

At that time, Xiao was bound by the demon god, committed many acts of killing, crushed many ideals, and swallowed the dreams of the defeated. He was unable to resist and was in great pain. Everyone hated him, but only Fushe.

He reached out his hand to himself.

From now on, I'll be your older brother.

From this day forward, no one is worthy of your worship.

...

Let's go together.

Finally, Karma grasped the hand of Floating Abode.

When you shake hands with him, you can clearly see that Fu She's eyes are becoming increasingly crazed. He grits his teeth, maintaining his remaining rationality, and a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

[Remaining lifespan: 7 days]

He straightened up, took Xiao's hand, took out a roll of cigarettes with his other hand, lit it, and exhaled a thin stream of smoke. After a while, he stubbed it out.

They walked towards the misty rain, the twilight rain covering their figures, one big and one small, blurring them into the rainy night.

"Where are we going?" Little Karma Demon looked up at Floating House.

“We need to…” Fushe said softly, “We need to go and pick up the other brothers and sisters.”

In the moment when the white rain twilight merged with the vast earth, Fushe uttered his last words:

"We want to go home."

Come back home.

A home is a place with money, a house, good food, and family.

——----

"Hello, Xiao."

"What a coincidence."

Qing Nuoyan smiled. Meeting a familiar face in a foreign land always makes people happy.

He waved at Xiao:

"I didn't expect you to come to the Abyss of Layered Rocks too."

...I ran into that boy again.

Xiao calmly gazed at Qingnuo Rock.

That boy with light-colored long hair and pale blue eyes, that boy who waited all day in the rain at the grave.

For some reason, Xiao finds it hard to dislike this guy.

"Let's go together?" Qing Nuoyan tilted his head. "The Abyss of Layered Rocks is very deep underground. Going together would be good for mutual support."

There's another reason... He and Ying are idiots, they might get lost.

The Laminaria is vast and complex; even the Teyvat Travel Guide doesn't provide a precise route.

"Don't get in my way."

Xiao gave a cold "hmm" as a response.

After a long pause, he added, "I will only travel a short distance with you."

"If you encounter danger, please fend for yourself; I will not help you."

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P.S.: Phew, I hereby announce that my plan to adjust my sleep schedule to fit the time difference has been a complete failure!

Chapter Ninety-Six: Sweet Rain, I Once Hoped You Could Understand My Heart

"Morax".

You're late.

The decaying rain poured down on the scorched earth, and eerie flames flowed through the ravines. The floating hut stood in the center of the desolate battlefield, dark red blood dripping from its fingertips.

He leaned against a broken boulder, his eyes slightly lowered, his head bowed, as if waiting.

Floating House is waiting.

The cold, drizzling rain pelted his body, bouncing back into tiny, silvery-white droplets. These droplets strung together to form a line, leaving a shallow ring of water around his body.

Beside him, unconscious, were three Yakshas.

Yingda, Mi Nu, Fa Nan.

Although Fushe had reached the realm of ruling the mortal world, subduing the three Yakshas silently was no easy task.

Their eyes were closed, their brows furrowed, and their expressions uneasy, as if they were having a terrible nightmare... and it was indeed a nightmare.

Their eldest brother betrayed them.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the mournful sound of rain remaining.

call.

call.

He exhaled thick white breaths, which grew heavier with each rise and fall of his chest. The color of his eyes gradually turned purplish-red, and rainwater streamed down his shoulders.

[Remaining lifespan: 3 days]

Fushe kept his head down, deep in thought; the bloody hole in his shoulder looked even more gruesome from the battle just now. He leaned against the rock, blood dripping from his fingertips onto the ground.

Beneath that thin, almost transparent garment, blood that was nearly black flowed from his pale skin. Karmic obstacles spread along his veins, into his lungs, and finally into his heart. His once pure soul had been eroded.