He changed Tiwat

Yes, the scene in the illusion has changed again.

Although those outside the door couldn't see it, Han Fulai inside could see it perfectly clearly.

This time, the scene that appeared before him was no longer Earth, but Liyue.

It is Yunlaihai from the Battle of Bache.

He wasn't standing on the floor, but on a piece of ice floe in the sea.

A white-haired girl holding a calamity-pacifying spear stood opposite him, and she was now gracefully walking towards him with light, delicate steps.

The girl's clothes were tattered, her beautiful curves were completely exposed, and with each step she took, glimpses of her cleavage were revealed.

A smile graced her face, radiant, alluring, even seductive.

Her luscious lips parted slightly, and even her breath carried an irresistible heat, making one want to kiss her.

It's Shen He.

It would be hard for any normal man to resist someone like Shen He.

But Han Fulai is possible.

"You are not Shen He."

Shen He would never show such a flamboyant expression.

The white-haired girl giggled, "Brother Han, don't you recognize me?"

Han Fulai shook his head: "You are the sea god."

On that day, in the ice prison in the Cloud Sea, the remnant soul of the Sea God possessed Shen He, and Shen He's behavior at that time was similar to what he is doing now.

Shen He still smiled alluringly and continued to walk towards him, holding the Disaster Relief Spear.

The distance between the two gradually shortened.

Han Fulai knew what was going to happen next, but he didn't move.

Just as he expected, Shen He suddenly raised the Disaster Relief Spear in his hand and stabbed it towards his heart.

At the same time, his hands blocked the path of the spearhead.

That's how he used the Disaster-Suppressing Spear to awaken Shen He, who had been possessed by the Sea God.

However, this time, he did not have the power to resonate with the earth's veins, and he could not even activate the Jade Shield.

The Disaster-Suppressing Spear passed through his hands without any resistance and pierced his chest.

Even with a spear piercing his chest, Han Fulai still growled, "Shen He, wake up!"

But this time, Shen He's consciousness was not awakened.

Or rather... from the very beginning, Shen He's consciousness was not in this body.

"Hehe." The white-haired woman opposite him still laughed with unparalleled allure. "Yes, I am not Shen He... Shen He is already dead. You've come too late."

This statement is sharper than any spear.

Han Fulai suddenly coughed, and blood foam appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He kept telling himself that this was an illusion, and that everything in front of him was fake.

Shen He is fake, the Disaster Relief Spear is fake, and the injury is fake too...

But the heartache is real.

Just as Jia Mingming knew that her father's portrait and family letters were fake, yet she still couldn't stop crying, Han Fulai was the same.

To eliminate the remnant soul of the Sea God hidden within Shen He's body, it is necessary to lure him out first. This plan is, of course, very risky; if things go wrong even slightly, Shen He's consciousness may never return.

Before implementing this plan, Han Fulai had mentally rehearsed it countless times, and the scene before him was the worst-case scenario he had envisioned... Now, this worst-case scenario had become the reality before his eyes.

Even if you know it's fake, an illusion, there are always some things in this world that you don't even want to imagine.

...because the feelings are real.

As a transmigrator, Han Fulai should have had no connection with the continent of Teyvat.

He had wondered what he would be like if he hadn't met Gan Yu at the beginning of his transmigration.

Perhaps he'll work as a helper at Wanmintang? Perhaps he'll do odd jobs or tell stories at "Three Bowls and You Can't Go to Hong Kong"? Or perhaps he'll meet Xingqiu by some chance and become a disciple of the Guhua School? Or maybe he'll be picked up by Master Hu when he's starving and on the verge of death and become a customer at the Rebirth Hall?

That might be a new chapter in his life, but Han Fulai doesn't think it would be better than what he's doing now.

It is because of these experiences that he became who he is.

He knew very well that the most insidious aspect of this "refuge" illusion was that it would materialize a "home" that made people feel the safest, and then destroy what that person cherished most in that "home".

For him, a transmigrator, there was originally no "home" on the continent of Teyvat—but after he found a lover, he had a home.

His "home" was wherever those people he loved were.

Even though he has undergone several transformations in the past few months, one thing has remained unchanged—he still longs to love and be loved, and still cherishes relationships.

Emotions are always a man's Achilles' heel.

Chapter Forty-Six: The Back View

Han Fulai, inside the stone chamber, had his back to Ye Lan and Yan Fei outside the door. After falling into the illusion, he neither moved nor made a sound.

The two could not see his expression at that moment, but they could see that he suddenly raised his hand to cover his chest, his back was slightly bent, and his body was trembling, clearly in pain.

Ye Lan had actually counted less than thirty seconds in her mind, but seeing Han Fulai's unusual behavior, she didn't hesitate for a second and immediately tightened the life-binding silk.

The life-binding silk was far stronger than ordinary ropes; it would not break even if it was used to hang hundreds of kilograms of weight, and it could easily drag a person weighing a hundred kilograms... But when Ye Lan pulled, she only got half a strand of silk—the life-binding silk connecting her and Han Fulai was broken.

Almost at the same moment the life-sustaining silk broke, the stone door that had been completely still suddenly rose from the ground, about to separate Han Fulai from them.

Why did the life-sustaining thread break? And why did the stone gate close at this moment?

Unexpectedly, Ye Lan had no time to think and made a decision almost instinctively—she lightly touched the ground with her toes and leaped into the stone chamber before the stone door closed.

Only Yan Fei, her face filled with astonishment, remained outside the door.

The illusion in Han Fulai's eyes changed again.

The Disaster-Suppressing Spear he had just been holding had become a broken sword, its blade slicing through his palm and drawing blood.

The pain was even more intense than when he had been pierced through the heart by a spear—the illusion was becoming increasingly real and was beginning to affect his five senses.

But Han Fulai paid no attention to the injury on his palm; his gaze remained fixed on the hilt of the broken sword.

A lifelike golden dragon is carved on the hilt of the sword.

—It is Keqing's Dragon Roar from the Box.

He remembered that Keqing's Dragon's Roar in the Box was indeed broken in the battle against Rouran, and now she was using the Rocky Green bestowed by the Emperor... But why was he holding a broken sword in the illusion?

What about Ke Qing?

Almost at the same time he thought of Ke Qing, a pretty figure with purple hair and pigtails appeared in front of him.

Han Fulai saw her stretching out her arms as if trying to use her petite body to block the person behind her.

Her purple dress was now stained red with blood.

A purple lightning needle was abruptly inserted into her arms, shoulders, abdomen, thighs, and other places.

The long needle scorched the air, hissing and crackling like the cries of a thousand birds.

—Raine's ultimate technique, known as the ultimate lightning that can penetrate everything, is "Thunder of the Heavenly Clouds: Thousand Birds".

At the bottom of the lake in Qingce Mountain, in that "Mirror Return Secret Realm," Keqing faced the powerful shikigami summoned by Rouran, and had once prepared to use her own body to shield the seriously injured Han Fulai.

And now it is undoubtedly a replay of that scene from back then.

At that moment, Han Fulai defeated the remnant soul of the Salt God in the Salt Sorrow Spear and regained consciousness to save Ke Qing.

But here...

Ke Qing slowly turned her head.

The most fatal needle was driven into her throat.

Ke Qing opened her mouth as if to say something, but only blood and foam flowed from the corner of her mouth.

Then her body swayed and she collapsed softly.

"Ah Qing!"

Han Fulai rushed forward and hugged Ke Qing, reaching out to grasp the crackling Thunder Thousand Needles and pulling it out.

The skin on his palms was charred and burned by the electric current, but Han Fulai was completely unaware of it.

He threw away the Thunder Thousand Books and desperately tried to find something to help Keqing cover her wound, only to find that there was no more blood flowing from Keqing's wound.

Keqing, nestled in his arms, managed a weak smile at him; her lips moved, but no sound came out.

But Han Fulai understood her lip reading.

She said, "Don't cry."

Even at the end of her life, she didn't want to see him sad.

After leaping through the stone gate, Yelan saw many people.

Many familiar faces.

Everyone knows that Ningguang of Tianquan is "omniscient" about Liyue. Her intelligence network covers all walks of life in Liyue, and she can even hear casual conversations between passersby on the street.

But few people know where this intelligence came from.

They came from Yelan, and many other "special intelligence officers" like Yelan.

"Special Intelligence Officers" have no rank or title, and there is no such organization in the files of Moonsea Pavilion and the General Affairs Department. However, these agents who operate in the shadows are an indispensable part of Liyue. They are Liyue's eyes and ears.

Because of their existence, the General Affairs Department was able to hold a "List of People of Special Concern"—there were not many people on the list, but they were all highly capable individuals.

A leader of an incomparably heroic armed fleet; a golden-haired traveler with extraordinary abilities; and even some reclusive but still renowned immortals... These people can easily stir up boundless storms in Liyue, even if they have no such intention.

To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, the General Affairs Department focused more attention on them.

Han Fulai, who had just entered Liyue, was fortunate enough to be included in this list, but after a review, his name was removed from the list of those under special attention.

—Then they entered a list with a higher level of confidentiality.

The list in Ningguang's hand.

The people on this list are the truly dangerous individuals who can threaten Liyue—the list includes the Seven Stars, the Liyue Yun Clan, the "rich" Pantarone, the "Abyss Prince" Kong, the diligent and hardworking executive secretary of the Moonsea Pavilion who has worked overtime for three thousand years, and her personal secretary... It even includes a guest elder of the Rebirth Hall who goes around drinking tea and listening to stories.

Regardless of the stance of the people on this list, as long as they have the will, the impact they can have on Liyue will be far more than just "stirring up trouble".

Besides Ningguang, only Yelan had seen this list, after all, she was the compiler of it.

Oh, we should add a qualifier: the current compiler of the directory.

This work had already been going on before Yelan entered the profession.

Those appearing in this illusion now are all Yelan's former colleagues and companions.

Yes, a former companion.

—Because they are all dead.

Ye Lan looked at those familiar faces.

Some of them died in enemy traps, some in secret realms or from monsters in the abyss... but there were others whose faces Yelan couldn't see clearly.

They only showed Ye Lan their backs.

Those figures, at different times and in different places, shouted the same words in different voices—

"You go first, I'll cover your retreat."

Ye Lan slowly walked past them.

Some say that intelligence gathering is like a bird building its nest, requiring consistent effort day after day.

But there is still a difference between the two—no matter how hard a bird works to build its nest, it only flaps its wings a few more times, while the amount of blood and sweat that Ye Lan and the others have to shed is unknown.

The figures standing before Ye Lan were the "price" paid for obtaining that precious intelligence.

Ye Lan did not stop to feel sad, nor did she dwell on the memories of the past. She simply walked forward silently and firmly.

go straight.

Until the figure of the past was no longer in sight.