Genshin Impact: The traitor doesn't even let his senior sister go

The warm spring sun feels so comfortable on the body that it makes people want to have a good sleep.

Just as he was about to be completely enveloped by sleep and fall asleep, Keqing shook him awake without hesitation, "Song Yinjian, the Criminal Law Department wants you to make a written confession."

Song Yinjian reluctantly opened his sleepy eyes, with a hint of resentment at being woken up, "Master Ke, can't you please not disturb my sweet dreams? I almost kissed my master just now."

"Don't call me Master Ke anymore!" Keqing became furious when she heard this title.

Song Yinjian replied casually, "Okay, Master Carver!"

Keqing's chest heaved with anger. She glared at Song Yinjian fiercely, suppressing the urge to rush up and beat him up.

Then, the public official from the Criminal Law Department asked him a few questions and hastily ended the confession.

As soon as the confession was finished, Song Yinjian hurried over to Keqing and asked with a smile on his face, "Master Ke, when can Mr. Zhang be buried safely?"

Keqing glared at him and replied, "We have to wait until the Criminal Law Department closes the case."

Although Song Yinjian had already guessed this answer, he was still very disappointed.

According to his previous experience dealing with the Criminal Law Department, even a case with such clear facts would take ten days to half a month to close.

In this way, he would have to spend more money to hire Hu Tao and Zhongli to guard the body.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in my heart.

Holding onto a glimmer of hope, he continued, "Master Ke, the Criminal Law Department should be providing subsidies, right? After all, guarding corpses does cost money."

Keqing ruthlessly shattered his fantasy. "According to the previously implemented law, there was indeed a subsidy. But last year, Ningguang amended the law, classifying this as an act of force majeure, and each person would bear the loss themselves."

At this point, she raised her chin slightly, a glint of gloating flashed in her eyes, and suggested, "How about you go and have a debate with Ningguang?"

Song Yinjian rejected this terrible proposal without hesitation.

Are you kidding me? Are you going to debate with Ningguang?

You know, just to see her would cost at least 10 million Mora.

And ten million Mora is enough for Hu Tao and Zhongli to guard the corpse for a whole year.

Song Yinjian didn't dwell on it anymore and changed the subject. "By the way, Master Ke, how are you thinking about the land? I think in Tianheng Mountain..."

Before he could finish his words, Keqing walked away without looking back, obviously not wanting to bother with him anymore.

Song Yinjian didn't really care about her attitude. He turned around and walked towards the official from the Criminal Law Department who was packing up to leave.

After coming in front of the two people, he took out two envelopes from his pocket and stuffed one into each of them.

The two envelopes were so heavy that the two civil servants instantly felt his sincerity.

The two exchanged glances, a knowing smile on their faces. Then, they both patted their chests and assured Song Yinjian, "Boss Song, don't worry! We will definitely close the case as soon as possible."

Song Yinjian quickly expressed his gratitude with a smile on his face, saying, "Then I'll leave it to you two. Thank you so much!"

However, he knew very well in his heart that these guys might not really work hard even if they received the money, but if he didn't give them money, they would definitely deliberately delay time.

However, what he didn't expect was that before leaving, the two civil servants suddenly approached Song Yinjian and said in a low voice, "Boss Song, I have a piece of news for you. You know the wealthy man in the city, Lord De'an? His youngest daughter committed suicide by jumping into a well not long ago, and his family hasn't even held a funeral yet."

Song Yinjian was overjoyed. Lord De'an was the richest man in Liyue ten years ago. Although he has fallen into poverty now, he is still one of the richest people in Liyue.

If he wanted to make this deal, he could go to the bustling city center to look at houses.

Song Yinjian thanked the two men repeatedly and said that if they could succeed in doing business with Lord De'an's daughter, he would definitely give them a reward.

After saying goodbye to the two, he first went to the warehouse and found the accountant to discuss the subsequent funeral expenses.

The accountant told him that Mr. Zhang had an illegitimate daughter outside and all matters concerning the mansion would be decided by her. As for the agreement he had made with Pan Huilian, it was temporarily invalid.

After Song Yinjian learned about it, he felt helpless, but being able to get a deposit of two million Mora was already a huge profit.

According to the provisions of the Liyue Contract, the deposit is non-refundable, which is why he asked Pan Huilian for the deposit first.

Then, Song Yinjian went to Duke De'an's mansion without stopping.

Not long after, we arrived at our destination.

In the most prosperous city center of Liyue, there stands an extremely spacious mansion, facing north and south, with a magnificent appearance. Its area is almost equivalent to an ordinary residential area in later generations.

However, with the passage of time, this once magnificent mansion now looks somewhat dilapidated.

In front of the gate, which should have been bustling with people coming and going, there is only an old man with gray hair standing alone to guard the gate.

Song Yinjian walked forward and politely informed the old man of his identity and purpose.

After hearing this, the old man hesitated for a moment and then let him in.

As soon as he stepped into the house, Song Yinjian couldn't help but frown.

A pungent stench of decay hit me in the face and filled the air. The further I went in, the stronger the stench became.

As he walked carefully along the corridor to the hall where the corpses were placed, the stench was so strong that it was suffocating.

Song Yinjian couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose with his sleeves, trying to block out the unpleasant smell.

However, in this unbearable environment, Lord De'an, who was sitting next to the corpse covered with a white cloth, ignored the pungent stench.

Chapter 7 De'an Gong

"Hua Chu, my precious daughter, please get up and look at daddy! I was really wrong. I shouldn't have pushed you like that!" De'an Gong burst into tears, his wrinkled face full of grief. "But that poor teacher is really not a good guy! Even though you are in this state, he doesn't even come to see you."

Song Yinjian listened quietly for a while and roughly understood what was going on.

He slowly stepped forward and said in a tone of deep regret, "Lord De'an, Miss Huachu is so pure and kind, like the purest jade in the world, but unfortunately she met that beast in human clothing. What a cruel fate!"

Lord De'an heard the voice and slowly turned to look at him. His voice was as hoarse as an old bellows, and he asked tiredly, "Who are you? I have never seen you before. Why are you here?"

Song Yinjian bowed respectfully and said, "Lord De'an, I am Song Yinjian, a disciple of True Monarch Liuyun Jiefeng of Aozang Mountain. I drift through this mortal world to help those who have passed away rest in peace."

However, upon hearing this, Lord De'an instantly became furious, his face changing drastically as if a powder keg had been lit. He sternly scolded, "Get out! What nonsense are you talking about? My daughter Hua Chu is just asleep. She's just too tired. She'll wake up tomorrow morning. Don't talk nonsense here and disturb my daughter!"

As he spoke, he waved his arms, his emotions almost out of control.

Song Yinjian was speechless and secretly complained: If your daughter could really wake up, she would probably scare you to death.

He looked calm and said in a gentle tone, "Lord De'an, my senior sister can control the ice element to stop the young lady from continuing her misfortune. And as a disciple of the immortal family, I will also allow the young lady to leave in a dignified manner."

After saying this, without stopping for a moment, he turned around and walked out of the hall.

Just as he was about to leave the hall, the dry voice of Lord De'an came from behind him: "Let your senior sister come over. As for you, you don't need to come for the time being."

Song Yinjian nodded slightly and responded calmly, "Okay."

Then he left De'an Gong's mansion, which was filled with sadness and stench.

He walked quickly along the familiar street and went straight back to his shop.

Song Yinjian went to the bathroom first to wash off the foul smell.

After taking a bath, he changed into clean clothes and walked to Shen He's closed little house.

"Senior Sister, I need your help with something." He lowered his voice, with a hint of request in his tone.

After a moment, the door slowly opened.

The cold and frosty Shen He appeared before his eyes. She was like a snow lotus growing on the top of Tianshan Mountain, independent and graceful.

The fair face seemed to be carved out of ice and snow, revealing a cold temperament that kept people at a distance.

She looked at him quietly, opened her red lips slightly, and said only one word: "Speak." Her voice was like a clear spring in the mountains, crisp and cold.

After hearing this, Song Yinjian sorted out his thoughts a little and told what he had seen and heard at De'an Public Residence this morning.

Shen He couldn't help but be slightly moved when he heard Song Yinjian's story about how Lord De'an didn't give up despite the situation and hoped that his daughter could miraculously come back to life.

A hint of reminiscence flashed in her deep eyes.

Then, without saying another word, she walked straight outside with light lotus steps.

Seeing this, Song Yinjian hurried forward to lead the way for Shen He.

A quarter of an hour later, they arrived at Lord De'an's residence.

Song Yinjian stopped at the door and let Shen He go in alone.

After a while, the ice elements in the courtyard flowed and gathered, and the strong stench dissipated completely.

Not long after, Shen He walked out of the yard.

Her expression remained cold and she didn't say anything to Song Yinjian. She just walked forward silently.

Song Yinjian hurriedly followed.

Unlike before, this time Shen He did not return to the Xianjia Etiquette Shop, but walked all the way west, crossing the bustling streets and arriving at the somewhat desolate suburbs.

Shen He stopped in front of a completely dilapidated house.

The walls of the house were mottled and the tiles on the roof were incomplete.

The stone steps in front of the house were covered with weeds, growing wildly in the wind.

In front of the stone steps, there are several bunches of pure white orchids swaying gently in the breeze.

Shen He nodded slightly, his gaze fixed on the linghua flower.

Song Yinjian had been standing beside her. He could understand Shen He's feelings at the moment. In his previous life, he often stood alone in front of the tombstone.

The sun gradually sets in the west, and the sun, like a golden red disk, spreads its last bit of warmth to the world.

Shen He suddenly broke the silence. She turned her head slightly, looked at Song Yinjian, and asked softly, "Junior brother, do you think Lord De'an's approach is right?"

Song Yinjian paused for a moment, then replied seriously, "The dead are gone. We cannot force them to change. Doing so will only cause more pain to the living. But considering Lord De'an's actual situation, this is understandable. No one should blame or stop him."

"Why?" Shen He's emotions fluctuated a little.

Song Yinjian recounted the story slowly, "Lord De'an and his wife had a pair of daughters, and their family of four had originally lived a happy and fulfilling life. Ten years ago, his wife unexpectedly passed away, and five years ago, his eldest daughter died of illness. Now, his beloved youngest daughter has committed suicide by jumping into a well. How could he bear this?"

After Shen He heard this, a hint of sympathy appeared in his eyes, "Junior brother, please help him more."

Chapter 8 Xiaoqiang, you can't die!

Li Shui's expression instantly grew serious, and he solemnly explained, "Nata can indeed resurrect the dead, but it can only revive Nata warriors who died during the Return to Fire Holy Night pilgrimage. Furthermore, the God of Fire must pay a sufficient price.

Under normal circumstances, all living beings in the world, including demons, cannot cross the boundary between life and death.

Any attempt to cross it by force will inevitably lead to disaster!"

At the end, his tone was even a little harsh, obviously warning Song Yinjian not to try this idea.

Song Yinjian smiled faintly and replied in a relaxed tone, "Uncle Master, you're worrying too much. I've never considered resurrecting the dead. After all, I still rely on funerals to make a living. It's just that what I saw today has moved me so much that I'm asking this question."

After saying this, he told Lishui everything about Lord De'an.

After listening to this, Lishui couldn't help but feel sympathy for Lord De'an's experience and said with emotion: "To lose a wife in middle age and a daughter in old age is indeed too tragic.

However, life is a painful journey, and we are often in a boat of pain, searching for the other side that leads to happiness."

Song Yinjian was stunned when he heard this. After a long while, he came to his senses and blurted out, "Uncle Master, I didn't expect that a big and strong man like you could say such philosophical words."

Li Shui's face darkened. "What do you mean by big and strong? I have my own demeanor. You little bastard, you know nothing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the wine jug on the table, raised his neck, and poured it into his mouth, as if this was the only way to vent his anger at being offended.

Song Yinjian naturally saw through his true thoughts and quickly stood up to grab the wine jug.

For a moment, the two of them were fighting and pushing each other, with laughter and scolding mixed in.

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Five days later, in the Xianjia Etiquette Shop, Song Yinjian was lying depressed on the recliner behind the counter.

Lord De'an still couldn't accept the fact that his daughter had died. He stayed beside the corpse all day, praying for a miracle to happen.

At this moment, a little girl came running over to the store, holding the paper flowers she had just made in her hands. She gestured excitedly, her eyes shining with anticipation for praise.

Song Yinjian looked at the innocent appearance of the little girl, and the depression in his heart eased a little.

He simply gave a thumbs up to express his praise.

Seeing this, the little girl's face suddenly broke into a smile as bright as the sun. She ran back to her original place happily and continued to immerse herself in the fun of making paper flowers.

Song Yinjian turned around and looked around the store.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but be shocked. The wreaths made by the deaf and mute children had piled up like a mountain, almost occupying a corner of the store.

This scene made him even more depressed, so he simply got up from the recliner, straightened his clothes, and walked towards Mr. Zhang's house.