Genshin Impact: A Traveler with Only Two Skills

Sang's consciousness revived from a hazy state. He wanted to open his eyes, but failed. Everything in front of him was still dark.

He thought something was covering his eyes and wanted to raise his hand to remove that thing, but the power he input into his arm seemed to be swallowed up by a black hole. He could feel the existence of his arm but could not move it at all.

"What's going on?" Sanger was confused. He was conscious but unable to move. "Is it sleep paralysis?"

This situation indeed meets the characteristics of sleep paralysis, and Sanger soon gave up struggling and decided to wait for his body to recover automatically.

But at this time, he suddenly realized a problem:

"Where am I? Why am I here?"

Sanger tried hard to recall everything that had happened before. He remembered that he planned to slander the two outsiders for the matter of the immortal blood. This was very risky and the success rate was very low, but he had no choice.

Even if he is a disciple of the Tiancang Sect, once the fact of selling the blood of immortals is discovered, what awaits him is the abolition of his cultivation, the severance of his foundation, and finally expulsion from the sect.

Being expelled from the sect would be fine, but whether it is abolishing his cultivation or severing his foundation, this is something he cannot accept, so he must seize this opportunity and use everything he can.

But when he saw that the immortal blood he had hidden in Guiyan's body had turned into a transparent perfume, he realized that his plan was useless in front of the immortal, and he immediately thought of escaping.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he lost consciousness.

"Have I been caught? I have no strength left. Could it be that... my magic power has been... No, no, no!"

Sang's mouth couldn't open, but his heart had already started roaring. He wanted to wake up his body and confirm that he was still a monk.

But just as he was struggling, something suddenly touched his fingers.

He didn't know what it was, he only knew it should be a living creature. After it touched Sanger's fingers, it moved along his fingertips toward his arm.

The feeling of this thing moving was also very strange, like a long strip of tape stuck to his skin and then torn off, but it didn't hurt, but it wasn't comfortable either.

This is supposed to be a millipede.

Sanger guessed the name of the creature based on his experience living in the wild.

When he camped outdoors, especially near summer, these insects would reproduce in large numbers. Even though some monsters fed on them and the birds flying in the sky would eat hundreds of their compatriots every day, this could not stop the speed of the insects' expansion.

One day he was assigned to patrol outside the city, but he accidentally fell asleep at night and was awakened by this strange touch.

This saved his life, because if he had woken up a little later, he would have been eaten by the incoming monsters and become another wandering soul in the wilderness.

In fact, one of his senior brothers did die at the hands of those monsters that time. He only found out about this later, but he did not thank the insect for it.

Who wants to wake up and see a bunch of millipedes surrounding them?

Although only one crawled onto his body, the remaining insects surrounded Sangger. When he opened his eyes, he saw countless disgusting creatures with twisted bodies, which kept approaching Sangger with their countless abdominal feet.

That was the first time that Sanger realized that such a weak creature could also bring great fear.

Now, he could feel another millipede crawling up his body, but this time he couldn't wake up.

The insect kept crawling up Sanger's arm, as if it wanted to crawl all the way to Sanger's head. Before Sanger could worry about it, another strange touch came from his other hand.

This time it was a smaller creature that had an itchy touch, more like a "dot" than a "line" like the millipede.

Is it a woodlice?

Another unpleasant creature, Sanger felt increasingly uneasy, but his body was unable to regain movement.

This may not be sleep paralysis.

But he really couldn't get rid of this feeling. He wanted to drive the bugs out of his body, but this thought brought him an even more terrible disaster.

One after another, insects began to crawl onto his body, starting with millipedes and woodlice - their numbers were constantly increasing - then centipedes and millipedes, and then unknown worms, which were so densely packed and so numerous that Sanger didn't dare to think of their names.

If Sanger could see his situation from another perspective, he would find in despair that he was actually overwhelmed by a swarm of insects.

These insects are either worms or millipedes, which are the kind of insects that most people hate or fear the most.

Sanger was completely trapped in a hell made of insects.

Here, besides Sanger, there are two other people. One of them is playing with a huge spider in his hand. There is a human face on the back of the spider, but it is not just a pattern in the shape of a human face, but a real human face.

"Woohoo, he's awake. It's so scary. Woohoo, he's so scared that he almost peed himself."

The man playing with the spider looked at the motionless Sangger, but seemed to be able to feel the fear in his heart. As the fear in Sangger's heart deepened, his pupils continued to shrink. Coupled with his blue-gray skin, it seemed as if he was the one who was really scared.

But his tone was so relaxed, as if he was enjoying it all.

"Ghost insect, please don't kill him." Another person also spoke. He was a feminine man. It was difficult to tell whether he was a man or a woman just by looking at his appearance. However, there was a scar on his face that almost split his entire head in half. He looked extremely hideous, which also offset some of his feminine aura.

The man called the ghost bug was obviously in high spirits, but when the feminine man said that, his face suddenly fell and the fear in his eyes disappeared instantly.

"It's all that fat guy's fault. He never comes. What else should I play with if I don't play with him?!"

"Patience, we need patience."

"Patience! Patience ass!"

The ghost insect roared and actually bit the spider in its hand.

The bitten spider waved its eight legs wildly, and the human face on its back also screamed:

"what--"

The sharp and piercing screams were extremely penetrating. The insects that were crawling on Sang's body were stimulated by the sound waves. Some of them even fell to the ground and died directly after struggling for a while.

"This man is going to be killed by your bugs." said the feminine man.

After hearing this, the ghost bug let go of his mouth, and the spider took this opportunity to jump onto his head.

The ghost bug smacked his lips, looked at the blood flowing from Sanger's ear, and laughed heartily:

"Hahaha, it's over, it's over, this guy is dead!"

As they were talking, the door of the room suddenly opened and a bloated figure appeared in front of them.