Genshin Impact: A Traveler with Only Two Skills

It sounds like the effect of the so-called Earth-walking Talisman is a bit similar to that of her own pocket anchor point. Although the pocket anchor point is the same as an ordinary teleportation anchor point, it can help Ying easily return to places she has been to.

However, only one pocket anchor point can be set at a time, and its existence time is extremely limited. The anchor point she set up before to escape capture in Fengyang City had long disappeared. Fortunately, the pocket anchor points that have not been set can always exist.

I just don’t know how many ground symbols can correspond to one set goal, and I don’t know if this set goal has a time limit?

Ying was quite concerned about Tianyuan City - or rather, the first monastic sect she came into contact with after coming to this world. She thought about it, and finally took out a pocket anchor and walked closer to Qu Qing.

……

At the outermost part of the gathering place, several young monks were wandering around.

The place closest to hope is also brewing the greatest despair. Wandering in the outskirts where so many people gather is definitely not a wise choice. This place is close to the gathering place, and the gathering of people attracts the most terrifying malice in the world. Compared with the villages that are farther away from Fengyang City and have fewer defenses, this place is actually a more dangerous place. To some extent, this place is probably more terrifying than the ordinary wilderness.

Although there are monks from Fengyang City patrolling around the gathering place at all times to ensure that the monsters attracted by the gathered crowds will not endanger the safety of the people in the gathering place, but one should always be prepared for the worst. The farther away from the center of the gathering place, the greater the danger. There may even be monsters that only exist in legends doing evil. If such a thing really happens, even if the monks from Wanxian Pavilion and Tianya Island take action, it will be difficult to guarantee the safety of the people.

After only taking a few steps, the air around seemed to become a lot colder. A faint chill filled the air, making people feel like they had returned to the cold winter.

"Hu——" The magic power of these monks is not strong, and is even weaker than Sangger. One of them could not help shivering under the dual influence of environmental and psychological factors. He blew into his palms, then hugged his arms and rubbed his body twice. Unfortunately, this did not bring him more warmth.

"Why haven't we arrived yet? We are almost outside the gathering place." Finally, the monk could not resist complaining. He had a pointed face and his behavior seemed very impatient. Perhaps because he was in a bad mood at the moment, he gave people a grinning feeling when he spoke.

"What's the hurry?!" Upon hearing the words of "Monkey", the monk walking in front of them immediately showed an unhappy expression, but he did not look back, but kept searching around with his eyes. His slightly anxious expression may indicate that he did not have enough confidence at the moment.

"Where is he? Where is he?! That guy clearly said he would come to find me, why haven't I seen him yet?"

"what!"

Just as the monk was looking around, another of their companions suddenly cried out in surprise, which startled everyone. But when they looked at that person, he was touching his head with an embarrassed look on his face:

"I, I thought it was a monster, but I was mistaken." The man was wearing a long black robe, wrapping himself tightly, with only his fair and clean face exposed. There was a scar on his face that almost split his entire head, and there were obvious cracks around the scar.

"Useless thing." The leader snorted coldly, and then ignored his companion. He continued to look around anxiously, hesitating whether to move forward.

The monk with a pointed face and monkey cheeks who had complained before was also annoyed, but this time he didn't dare to say anything. He turned his eyes and saw a crooked tree next to him.

There were clothes hanging on the tree that looked exactly like the clothes of the companion who had just stood next to him. There was even a human face in the treetops.

It was an extremely calm face, with no sign of joy or anger. In fact, even if he had made any expression originally, it was completely unrecognizable now - thick branches extended from the mouth, nose, and eye sockets of the face, winding upwards in the air.

The monkey-cheeked monk took an eyeball stuck on a branch and threw it far away, as if it was a stone he picked up from the roadside.

Pfft!

The "stone" fell to the ground, but made a sound as if it was thrown into a lake. The "stone" also merged into the ground in the blink of an eye. When the monkey-cheeked monk heard this sound, he immediately felt a lot more refreshed.

But suddenly, the leading monk seemed to realize something was wrong. He looked around, and a fleeting scarlet scene was reflected in his eyes. He rubbed his eyes and asked the black monk:

"How many people were there before us?"

"Six." The black-robed monk answered briefly, pointing at himself, the leading monk, the monkey-cheeked monk and the crooked tree he was leaning against, and finally pointing to the place where the "stone" had just fallen.

"Fortunately, everyone is here and no one is left behind."

"Let's go back quickly. There might be some monsters here. Even if the guy you met can help us get into the city, we have to go in alive." The monkey-cheeked monk scratched his cheek. His skin made a crisp sound like dry mud. The shriveled flesh and blood peeled off from his body, forming a dark hole.

Through this hole, one can directly see the internal structure of his body. However, there is nothing inside except a huge amber worm slowly wriggling, with its little finger-sized mouthparts raised upwards, ready to move towards the monk's brain.

Amid the sound of the worms chewing, the leading monk shook his head and said angrily:

"Useless things, the greater the risk, the greater the reward. People like you will never enter the city alive."

"That's right. The greater the risk, the greater the reward." The black-robed monk grinned, with cracks all over his face. "But without strength, I am not qualified to talk about rewards."

Hearing what the black-robed monk said, the leading monk glared at him fiercely and said, "Shut up, damn it!"

After saying this, he was about to turn around and move forward, but he felt a sense of sluggishness in his body, like a machine that had been out of repair for a long time. However, he only felt a little bit of incongruity. Then he turned around calmly and with difficulty, and saw two lanterns suddenly appear in front of him.

The lights flickered, as if they would go out at any time, but in the center of the flames, a strange black gas surged. The leading monk looked at the two fires and actually felt a burning sensation in his eyes.

Two balls of dark flame shot out from his eyes and completely engulfed it in the blink of an eye.

"Hehe." The black-robed monk chuckled as he watched his companions die tragically. Now he was the only one left out of the six monks who came here.

He gently pulled at his face, and the skin that was originally covered with cracks suddenly became dry and loose. He took off the black-robed monk's skin as if he was taking off clothes, revealing his true appearance - the Faceless Evil Immortal.

"I didn't expect that these are attracted to be guys with low magic power." Wumian shook his head and sighed. He seemed a little regretful, but soon he smiled again. He looked at the worms feasting in the body of the monkey-cheeked monk, the blazing lights not far away, and the "ground" slowly flowing on the ground.

But what he was most concerned about was the crooked tree.

"It looks like everyone is almost full."