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

He walked through the abyss of corpses and blood, bones festering and flesh rotting. He could not resist; all he could do was kill, kill... The demon manipulated his soul, and he slaughtered countless lives.

He could not resist, he could not resist his master.

"Hey kid, wanna hang out with me?"

'How about getting a different older brother?'

The great demon perished in the brilliance of the thunder, letting out a powerless and venomous wail as its majestic body gradually dissipated. The brilliance of the thunder pierced the sky, turning the leaden night into day.

Along with it, the mountains of corpses, the seas of blood, the karmic obstacles, the demons and monsters, the forests of white bones—all vanished into thin air!

He patted Xiao on the shoulder.

The man revealed a hearty and carefree smile.

...

He slowly opened his eyes.

The faint morning light draped over the window frame, and Xiao was momentarily stunned.

why.

I dreamt about those things again.

Pain, I felt pain.

At the same time, he felt confused, or rather... delirious.

Deep within my soul... something unfamiliar awakened.

That's... filth?

Resentment?

Xiao didn't know what it was.

Those things were chaotic, evil, and disgusting.

Xiao had never encountered such an unfamiliar situation before.

Because I've never experienced it before, it feels unfamiliar.

It felt strange.

During the war between demons and gods, as a guardian yaksha, he slew countless demons and gods, and countless innocent souls perished under his blade. Yet his soul and mind remained pure and unwavering, never becoming confused, and he never encountered these strange things.

Because he had never experienced it before, Xiao felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

Even stranger, the Demon God War ended

Afterwards, even though it's a peaceful era now, those strange resentments still arose.

It's getting worse.

He frowned.

Today, Liyue is still blessed with clear skies and a gentle breeze. Yesterday was Lunar New Year's Eve, and today is the first day of the new year. The inn is decorated with lanterns and is full of festive decorations, making it a very lively place.

According to Liyue's customs, the first day of the new year is a time to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, a time to remember ancestors and for families to reunite.

He dreamed of that person again... that traitor... Xiao had clearly intended to forget him, but for some reason, he remembered him again.

This is not a good phenomenon.

"elf."

"The first day of the new year."

"I've come to wish you a Happy New Year."

It should be reached.

She can also be called the "Fire Rat General".

She is the third among the [Guardian Yakshas].

She is a very lively girl.

With crimson eyeshadow, dark blue eyes, and long, pale red hair like the morning glow, she loved to smile, and her smile was like the morning glow. She wore a light, pale red dress with a red heart dot between her eyebrows.

When the Yakshas were still together, before the Demon God War broke out, Yingying was the most boisterous, noisiest, and troublesome, and also the pickiest eater... Fushe's cooking skills were prepared for this little girl. It's funny, she is the youngest of the three, Xiaoda, but she always does things like a little sister who never grows up.

That's very childish.

"What is it?" Xiao's voice was calm and without any fluctuation.

"Just... wishing you a Happy New Year."

And then...

Yingda tilted her head, remained silent for a moment, and then picked up the cloth bag in her hand. The bag contained many things: long incense sticks, paper money that looked like gold foil, red firecrackers, and a couplet.

Are you going this time?

She said this as if she were asking a question.

"what?"

"According to worldly customs... the first day of the Lunar New Year, that is, the first day of the first lunar month, is the most suitable time for offering sacrifices."

"I've also prepared a lot of goodies, including dried fish that my brother loves, and almond tofu that Xiao likes the most..."

Yingda knows it like the back of his hand.

Xiao stared at her calmly.

"To whom?"

Even though she knew exactly who it was directed at, Xiao still asked the question.

He replied:

"Big brother."

Yingda lowered her head slightly, gently clutching the hem of her clothes. She paused, then said softly, "The New Year... Big Brother will be lonely. Besides, he spends money so lavishly, he'll run out of money... We should give him some money so he can buy a good bottle of wine."

That person's name.

The pain is starting to hurt again, slowly.

Or rather, irritability.

Yingda is always so naive, still believing in mortal customs... Every year she comes to find Xiao, or rather, every year she comes to find other yakshas, ​​inviting them to go together to sacrifice to that man... But no yaksha goes with her.

Because they want to forget him.

Only by forgetting can the pain cease. Only by striving not to remember can the heartbreak end...

Only then will I forget his betrayal.

But her response was still so childish. No one accompanied her, so she went alone to burn incense and pray for her elder brother. Carrying a heavy cloth bag, she lit the incense and candles, slowly tore apart the paper money, lit it, and stared blankly as the smoke dissipated into the cold, desolate air.

—Then I went home all alone.

For more than two thousand years, she has never been late for the first day of the Lunar New Year.

That's why she was naive and foolish.

The people of Liyue didn't understand her either; in their eyes, this Yaksha was actually a priestess of a 'sinner'...

Today is also the first day of the Lunar New Year, and she has invited Xiao again.

“Big brother...he would be very happy to see everyone.” Yingda said earnestly.

"Don't go."

Xiao said calmly.

His voice was completely flat, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

His expression remained unchanged, his eyes as calm as a deep well, as if only by adopting such a cold demeanor could he have the courage to refuse Yingda's request.

“I will not pray for sinners,” Xiao said coldly, “because that would be an ‘insult’ to other martyrs and a desecration of the victims.”

"I won't go."

He felt a slight ache in his heart as he said this.

Volume 1: Chapter 71 Didn't you say you weren't coming?

The first day of the first lunar month.

It is the first new day of the Lunar New Year, hence also called Yuanshuo. It is a day for sacrifices. The cold winter snow is gone and the warm spring breeze is brought in. The frost that has been frozen all winter slowly dissipates and the weather gradually clears up.

Fushe's tomb is located on a desolate hillside in Wuwang Hill, a very remote place that is not open to the people of Liyue, except for a few people.

It was dark and gloomy, with few people around, and very desolate.

That barren slope had almost collapsed, with a tombstone standing there. The inscription on the tombstone was blurred and covered with a thin layer of moss and a small handful of yellow earth. This was all that remained of the floating dwelling.

Various weeds grew rampant—foxtail grass, daylilies, vines—layer upon layer, filling the air with the unique, cool, damp scent of plants.

The place is deserted; perhaps this is the right word to describe it.

Ying Da carefully removed the weeds from the grave and burned away the moss. She brought a small shovel and pulled up all the weeds around the grave by the roots.

First, light the candle, then use the flame from the large candle to light the incense. When inserting the incense, it must be inserted horizontally, not with three long and two short pieces... He readily complied with all these rules.

A pale blue mist drifted out, and Yinghui wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, saying, "Brother, we meet again."

Next comes burning paper money.

The paper money must be carefully torn apart piece by piece so that it can burn completely. Only the money that has been completely burned to ashes can be received by the eldest brother.

"Brother, this money is enough for you to drink lots and lots of wine," Yingda said softly. She half-squatted in front of the barren land, her skirt hanging down into the soil, her slender legs together, and her head slightly turned to the side, her exquisite and beautiful profile reflected in the dim sunlight.

The flames burned quietly.

"Wow, this paper money has a face value of one hundred million mora... Big brother has so much money!" she said. "You must spend the money, don't be stingy, don't save it, buy whatever you want. You can eat whatever you like."

"Don't drink too much. One cup a day is enough. Remember to wear more clothes. I've sent you a lot of clothes. It's very cold. Although it's spring now, the temperature is still not high. Brother, please wear more clothes and add more layers."