Genshin Impact: A Traveler with Only Two Skills

"My spider is dead!"

In a dark place, the ghost insect roared, and his voice kept echoing in the place, as if many ghost insects appeared in an instant.

This place was even dirtier than the last place where this group of demonic monks gathered. The ground was covered with puddles of water. There was finally a dry spot, but it felt sticky when you stepped on it, as if you were stepping on a ball of rotten meat that had been fermenting for years.

Dark green liquid was flowing on the walls on both sides, emitting a strong stench. The walls were also uneven, and became narrower as one went deeper into the walls. They were like the esophagus of a giant beast that was constantly shrinking, trying to devour any life that strayed into this place.

But no one could have imagined that in a place like this, there was actually a secret passage hidden.

It is hidden under the only light on this dark road. Opposite the light there is a stone tablet with the words "East Street Sewer" written on it in clear fonts. As the only sign of this place, it will naturally attract people's attention. But in this way, they will ignore the secret passage under the light - a broken wall.

This is both a case of darkness under the lamp and a misleading of attention. Designing the secret passage here can be considered clever.

However, it was obvious that the person who designed the plan did not take the situation of his companions into consideration. That roar was undoubtedly announcing their hiding place to the outside world. Fortunately, the enemy they feared did not come over.

"Calm down." Wumian sighed, put down the bottle he was playing with, and said while looking at the bloated figure beside him:

"Otherwise, next time the glutton gets hungry and wants to eat your treasure, I won't help stop him."

"He dares!" Guichong roared even louder this time, but when he saw the bloated fat man licking his lips, he still lost his temper, revealed an expression that was more uncomfortable than eating x, and found a chair to sit down.

During this period of time, the evil glutton had eaten a lot of the insects he summoned, so now he dared not summon insects.

"How can this fat guy eat so much?!"

The ghost bug became angrier and angrier, and finally pulled the human-faced spider off its head and bit the human face on the spider with its teeth.

The room was still dark. Perhaps it was because the demon monks did not like light. Wherever they were, darkness was always the main color.

It is obvious that the most evil monsters are most likely to be born in darkness, but they have never been affected. Perhaps those monsters are the work of the evil monks?

"Don't take your anger out on your baby first. Tell me what happened. Why did your spider die?" Wumian asked slowly.

"I don't know, but he's dead anyway, and now the center of the formation has been broken." The ghost insect let go and let the human-faced spider crawl onto his head again.

"Our plan must have been discovered. What's the use of having immortal blood now? If the immortal doesn't come, even if we drink the immortal blood... No! I can't drink it now. Only the two of you can drink it, but even if you drink it, you will not be a match for the Earthly Immortal Realm."

Guichong is not only irritable, but one can also feel his selfishness from his words. However, Wumian doesn't care about this. He chuckled twice, but the scar on his face revealed a murderous aura.

"Haha, don't worry, I have already prepared for this. The place that is destroyed now is just the bait I put out."

"But this also means that we have to act quickly."

"Yeah, we have to hold on tight." E Tao said as he stood up and staggered towards the inner room. The door separating the inner room from the outside was of normal size, but in front of E Tao, the door still seemed too narrow, and it stood to reason that he should not be able to pass through.

But just when he touched the door, his body suddenly shrank like a deflated ball, and soon he became skinny and bony. Compared with his previous bloated state, he was completely different.

The shriveled skin stuck to his almost bone-less body, making him look like a mummy.

"But if you want to work, you have to eat first." The voice of the evil glutton also changed. It used to be a deep and heavy voice, and just hearing it would make people imagine his figure, but now it has become old and hoarse, as if he was dying of hunger and thirst.

"Except for that kid, you can eat whatever else you want."

Etao heard Wumian's voice still coming from his seat, but when he walked through the door, he found that Wumian had appeared in front of him.

"Hmm..." Evil Tao frowned in dissatisfaction and said:

"I don't know why you kept that kid around? He has a low level of cultivation and no background, and all the immortal blood in his body has been given to us."

"Because I want more. This bottle of immortal blood can help us negotiate with the possessed immortal, but it is not enough to make us stronger."

"Do you really want to drink the blood of immortals?!" The evil glutton seemed to be frightened. His shriveled body took two steps back and it looked like he might fall down at any time.

"What else? I thought the famous evil glutton was also interested in immortal blood?"

Evil Tao frowned in disgust, but his face was already wrinkled, so the expression didn't seem obvious.

"We cultivate demonic energy. Doesn't the immortal's blood contain the best demonic energy? It's a rare treasure." Wumian showed an obsessed smile, but there was a bit more contempt for Etao in his eyes.

Seeing this, Etao simply walked out of the inner room and went back outside. His body began to swell again and finally turned into what it was at the beginning.

"Demon energy is good, but it is not something we can control. I have to do it bit by bit."

Wumian looked at the evil glutton who was retreating and said nothing. He just pulled the skin on his face to make his expression look more kind.

He came to a wall that looked as damp and dirty as the surrounding walls, but it was actually a decoy.

Wumian tapped the wall twice lightly, and the wall gradually faded and finally disappeared, revealing the scene inside.

Unlike the stinking and dirty water-filled environment outside, the inside looked much cleaner. There were tables and chairs, a large bed, and even a set of kitchen utensils. At first glance, it looked no different from an ordinary person's home, except that there was a person hanging in the middle of the room.

The man was none other than Sanger. His skin was torn and his body was covered with centipedes and ants. On some of his rotten muscles, densely packed maggots gathered there, enjoying their delicious food.

This scene was extremely miserable, and Sangge seemed likely to die at any time. However, when a centipede was about to bite Sangge's meridians, it was bounced away by an invisible force.

That power protected Sangger from being killed by these poisonous insects, but this was not mercy at all. Instead, it was a punishment more cruel than lingchi. It made people feel that life was worse than death because they were bitten by countless poisonous insects every moment.

But Sang's eyes still revealed the desire to live. Even though his consciousness was already blurred, he still stared closely at the Faceless who was approaching him.