Genshin Impact: A Traveler with Only Two Skills

Sanger woke up from his sleep, he sat up suddenly from the hard stone bed and looked at the dim environment around him.

The walls all around him were monotonous, made of the same material as the bed he was lying on, rough and cold. If it weren't for the quilt, he would have shivered with cold even though the weather had started to warm up.

There was not a single light source in the entire room. Only a small window on the wall brought cool light into the room. However, when looking out of the window, all one could see was darkness.

When he first entered the cell, Sanger searched all four walls, but unfortunately, apart from this small window, he did not find any place that looked like an exit, and he couldn't even see the door frame.

He thought about it more than once how he got into this room. Unfortunately, his memory seemed to be erased after Yun Guijun announced that he would lock him up in the Soul Locking Prison. He could not remember anything, and naturally he didn't know how he got in.

"Did they erase my memory? Or were I really thrown in after being knocked unconscious by them?" Sanger helplessly faced the stone wall with a small window, knocking on the wall behind him, and his mind unconsciously began to recall the scene in his dream.

"A city where prosperity and decadence overlap, what kind of place is that? When things are good, it feels even better than Fengyang City, but when things are bad..." In front of Sang's eyes, a pair of eyes hanging high in the sky, looking down at everything in the world was reflected. In the dream, it seemed as if He was looking at Sang, and as if He was looking into the distant future.

However, before Sang could see the meaning contained in those eyes, the scene of decadence prevailed, and everything in his sight fell into endless evil spirit.

Distorted human figures slowly emerged from the broken walls like smoke. They were unable to maintain their own shapes, but all of them revealed emotions of despair and desolation. Even if their hideous faces disappeared due to the strong wind, they would soon re-form on the other side, carrying even stronger emotions of pain.

The light that was originally omnipresent in the sky seemed to be embedded in a broken mirror. Under the cracks in the "mirror", there was a dark red light emitting an ominous aura, and the eyes were hidden behind that light.

This time, when Sanger looked at those eyes, the other party appeared in front of him as if by teleportation. His appearance at the moment was reflected in his pupils without a trace of emotion.

There was a face on his chest. It was his own face. This face had a weird smile on it. It even laughed out loud after noticing Sanger's gaze:

"Ha ha!"

Then, a red light flashed, and Sanger felt unbearable pain in his eyes, and he woke up the next second.

"Dreams are just dreams, I can't think about them anymore..." Sanger said with lingering fear, but the doomsday scene still lingered in his mind endlessly. Without him noticing, a black aura emerged from the bottom of his eyes, and he punched the wall hard.

This blow produced an old voice:

"Stop hitting me. I'm going to be killed by your noise."

"Oh my god!" Sang was frightened as he didn't expect there was someone behind the wall. As his mind was still in the nightmare, he quickly rolled forward and looked behind him vigilantly.

If he could use magic in this cell, he might have been able to roll even farther.

"What are you afraid of? This is the Soul Locking Prison. Are you worried that there might be some monsters here?" The man who was talking to Sangger was probably really old. He took a breath after finishing his sentence, and then continued, "But I remember that something did happen in the Soul Locking Prison some time ago. It was quite lively outside at that time."

"You, uh, you...are you from here?" Sangge didn't know how to respond to this sudden voice. After hesitating for a while, he continued, "I'm a newcomer and I'm sorry to disturb you. I hope you will forgive me."

As the saying goes, you shouldn't hit a smiling person, and saying a few nice words won't hurt you. Although Sangge didn't know the other party's intention of talking to him, it was always right for him to be kind. Besides, the prisoners here couldn't see each other, so they couldn't fight even if they wanted to. Maybe the other party would be happy and tell him some rules here.

"From his voice, he should be an old man. Maybe he knows a lot of things." Sanger thought silently in his mind, "Although he may not be able to help me get out of here, he can at least provide me with some information."

Sang did not forget the purpose of his coming here. Ye Ping's conspiracy was like a sharp blade hanging over his head, making him nervous and uneasy. Perhaps it was for this reason that he had a nightmare just now.

"Haha, you are quite polite. I haven't talked to anyone in a long time. When did it start? Haha, I can't remember." The old man's voice was a little sad. "I have been in here for so long that I have forgotten the time."

"When did the senior come in?" Sanger asked cautiously, "Did he commit a crime?"

"You are quite direct in asking questions," the old man chuckled, not paying attention to Sangge's offense. "To be honest, I don't remember when I came in. As for what crime I committed? Haha, although my memory was wiped and I can't remember the trial about me, I guess I came in because I killed someone."

Murder? Was it murder in Fengyang City? This is unbelievable!

Sanger exclaimed in his heart, but praised:

"Senior, you are able to kill people in Fengyang City. You must be a great cultivator. It is an honor for me to talk to you!" Sang's tone was sincere and his emotions were genuine, as if he really admired the other party because of his crimes. However, his vigilant eyes revealed his fear of the other party at the moment.

The thought "This old man is not a good person" kept circling in his mind. At the same time, he was thinking "No matter if this guy has any useful information or not, I must get rid of him as far as possible when I get out."

But before Sanger could say anything else, the other party burst into laughter:

"Hahahaha, you're still calling me a great monk. I just killed a few ordinary people in the desert... Eh? Yes, I killed people in the desert. How could there be any trial there? Would anyone catch me there? No! Where is this place? Why am I here?"

The old man's voice became agitated, and he seemed to stand up from his original sitting position, accompanied by the sound of metal rubbing against the ground.

The old man seemed to be carrying a large knife, and judging from the sound, the knife was quite heavy.

Desert, sword, murder?!

"...You have also been to the desert." Sang said hesitantly, his expression suddenly becoming serious.