Genshin Impact: A Traveler with Only Two Skills

In this world where immortals are possessed by demons and monsters are rampant, everything outside the city is full of danger. But even so, on a vast plain, there is still a carriage speeding along.

There were six horses in this carriage. All of the horses not only had snow-white fur, but even looked exactly the same. They had been running non-stop in the fields for a whole morning, but they did not show any signs of fatigue.

The sedan chair was also quite unique. It was made of white jade. Under the strong sunlight, the body of the carriage reflected a soft light, making the carriage look not like a means of transportation, but rather like a fine work of art.

There is nothing wrong with this idea, because this is not a real carriage, but a magic weapon, an item powered by magic power.

Such a magical treasure is not something that ordinary people can obtain, so when the carriage passed by, a lone monk in the wilderness quickly noticed the existence of the carriage.

The monk was already middle-aged, with disheveled hair, unshaven beard, dust-covered face, and tattered clothes, with not a single intact spot on his body.

His eyes were full of fatigue, his dry eyes were red, and he didn't know how long he hadn't had a good rest. Especially on his left arm, there was a hideous and rotten scar on it, which was still oozing pus.

He was walking aimlessly and limping in the wilderness, his fate almost certain. If he was not a monk, he would have died long ago. But even if there was magic power flowing in his body, it only delayed the moment of his death.

Fortunately, this man still had a strong will to survive. When he saw the carriage approaching from a distance, he miraculously regained his strength and even trotted, shouting hoarsely with his dry throat:

"Hey! Here!"

"Help, ahem! Help me!"

He actually didn't know whether the people on the carriage were humans or monsters that roamed around during the day, but he couldn't care less now. He couldn't give up his only hope of survival.

Fortunately, the people in the carriage seemed to have heard his shouting, and drove the carriage towards him, and finally stopped steadily in front of him.

"Hahaha!"

He let out a hoarse laugh and tears almost came out of his eyes. He was moved and even ecstatic at the chance to survive.

The carriage door opened almost silently, and he saw two blurry figures, who seemed to be two girls.

"So young? Could he be a cultivator from a certain sect?" He blinked as he thought about it, but his eyes could not focus. Finally, he had to give up and asked the two girls for help:

"Water! I want water!"

Soon, he not only got water, but also had a delicious meal. He had never thought that apples could be used to stew meat, but the taste of that dish was so unforgettable in his life.

"Rabbit is delicious, I'm here to eat this delicious food!" He praised as he ate, and only remembered to thank the two people after he was full.

"Thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I would have died outside."

As he spoke, he looked at the two men and found that one of them had blonde hair and even his eyes were golden. He had never seen anyone like this before.

But the strange thing was that he didn't feel very surprised at all. It might be because the girl was too cute, or it might be because there were too many strange things in the world.

The other girl looked much more normal. She had gray hair and looked innocent and simple. Her rosy face added a bit of pure beauty to her.

"They are two beautiful beauties! Thank you so much, benefactors!" He did not hide his admiration for the two lifesavers. He wiped his mouth and bowed deeply to them.

"You're welcome. My name is Ying, and this is Guiyan, my companion." The blonde girl Ying introduced herself and her companion to him.

He nodded repeatedly and said:

"I scream...hiss--oh my head hurts!"

He wanted to say his name, but he suddenly felt a piercing pain in his head, so he quickly squatted down, covering his head. After a moment, he seemed to have forgotten that he had not said his name yet, as if he had skipped this part, and he continued:

"I came from the town. I originally wanted to go to those big sects to practice more advanced magic, but the people in the town would not let me go out. I finally found a chance to escape."

When he said this, he showed a look of fear.

"Alas, I didn't expect to encounter a monster on the road. I almost lost my life. If I hadn't met you, I would have died long ago. Hahaha, thank you! Thank you so much!"

He continued to express his gratitude enthusiastically, not noticing the changes in Ying and Guiyan's expressions, especially Guiyan. Her innocent temperament disappeared and she seemed to have become a little more mature.

"Which town are you from?" Ying asked.

"It's the place in front. If you walk north, it will probably take more than a week. But if you have this carriage, you might get there in one day," he responded.

"I heard that there is no town in that place anymore." Gui Yan suddenly spoke, and his voice seemed a little different from what he had heard before.

But he didn't care, thinking that these two people came to this place for the first time, so he smiled and said:

"Haha, then you may have come to the wrong place. You have to go north and keep going. There is a big lake there. The town where I live is right beside the lake."

"There is no town." Gui Yan shook his head and said firmly:

"The towns near the lake have all been submerged by the lake."

"How is it possible!" He felt a little strange. Why would this gray-haired girl say such a thing? Although he had secretly escaped from the town, anyone would be angry if they heard others say that their hometown was gone.

Is she trying to irritate me? Why would she do that?

No! Are they monsters?

Thinking of this, he felt a little scared. He was worried that what he had just eaten was not delicious food, but maggots and mud. He was also worried that the water that had just saved his life was actually a deadly poison that would cause his body to slowly rot.

He subconsciously looked at his left arm, which was clean without any wounds.

"Fortunately, it doesn't seem to be poison."

But he also felt that he didn't want to stay in the carriage. He thought it was weird and dangerous and wanted to leave.

Fortunately, he seemed to have endless strength in his body, but he could not attack the savior in front of him because of suspicion. If he guessed wrong, wouldn't that be ungrateful?

Thinking of this, he took off the necklace hanging around his neck. It was a longevity lock that his family prayed for when he was a child. It was a cheap item, but it was also the most valuable thing he had on him now.

He put the thing on the table, saying "This is my thank you gift." Then, while the two were not paying attention, he ran to the door of the carriage, pushed the door open with his body, and rolled down.

There were a lot of gravel and mud on the ground, but none of those things hurt him. He thought it was the result of his magical practice.

The people in the carriage seemed to have not reacted yet and the speed did not slow down at all. He looked at the carriage gradually going away and felt a little regretful.

But now that he had regained his strength, it should not be difficult for him to continue his journey, so he turned back and planned to move on.

"Oh, no, they actually ran to the north, and I'm back." He sighed in annoyance, but he didn't care much about it as he had regained his strength.

Snapped!

He felt as if he had kicked something.

He lowered his head and took a closer look, and found that it was a skeleton buried in the grass. The clothes on its body were tattered, and there was an obvious crack on the bone of its left hand.

"What a tragic death!" he muttered and was about to leave, but something suddenly touched his mind, which made him stop and focus his attention on the corpse again.

"he looks like……"

As he looked at the corpse, an idea gradually emerged in his mind:

"He seems to be me—"

Then he was sure that the skeleton was himself. The next second, he disappeared, and not far in front of the skeleton, another him appeared, disheveled, haggard, with a pus-oozing wound on his left arm.

He continued to walk forward, dragging his dying body, completely unaware that there was a skeleton behind him.

In the carriage, Ying silently closed the door, looked at Ling Yue who picked up the longevity lock on the table and asked:

"What will happen to that person later?"

“He keeps walking until he falls down, then stands up again from the beginning and repeats his journey. He will never stop unless that physical body disappears completely.”

"Ha." Ying chuckled, walked to the front of the carriage, looked at the gradually darkening sky, and said:

"Then he is really brave."

"But he's dead." Ling Yue shrugged.

Ying did not reply. She looked into the distance and murmured to herself:

"And I will never fall."