Genshin Impact: Forced to Become a Follower of the Seven Gods

With Tartaglia's eyes filled with anticipation, Su Ming and Zhongli could only quietly clean up the messy picnic scene, then jump off Tianheng Mountain with the Wings of Wind and head straight for the Hall of Rebirth.

Liyue was brightly lit at night, but only a green lamp was burning in the Hall of Rebirth.

The legendary Master Hu leaned against the table, staring at the account book in front of him with wide eyes, with an indelible sadness between his brows.

What should we do with the performance of Wangsheng Hall? It’s not making enough money to cover its expenses!

I can’t even afford to support a guest official…

Master Hu was bored, holding his chin in his hand and staring blankly, pulling a small ghost with his fingertips and hitting it like a ball.

"Master." Zhongli pushed the door open and came in, his deep voice carrying a hint of helplessness, "A guest has arrived."

Hearing this, the girl leaning back in the large armchair raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes lazily, "Guest?"

Her business promotion is not going well at all! It’s not like a bunch of people die in Liyue Harbor every day…

guest?

I'm afraid the bill is about right...

Behind Zhongli, two figures slowly walked into the house, one young man with a smile and the other with a sullen face...

"This must be Master Hu of the Wangsheng Hall, right?" Dadalia sat on a chair beside him with a bright smile, not at all shy.

He crossed his legs, his blue eyes full of excitement.

He can finally give his friend a present!

Walnut was stunned, and the little ghost on his fingertips disappeared instantly, "Is it really a customer?"

Tartaglia smiled and nodded, pulled Su Ming to a chair beside him, and patted Su Ming's shoulder vigorously, "I came here this time just to book the service of the Rebirth Hall for my good brother. It must be a full set, and it must be top-notch!"

"Not the highest standard is not worthy of my friend."

At one side, the knowledgeable Rock King Emperor had an expression of dismay on his face as he sat quietly playing with the Night Stone he had bought during the day.

Kurumi looked at the orange-haired young man in front of her curiously, then set her sights on the man with long white hair.

This guy...

No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like he's about to die, does he?

Tartaglia blinked and asked expectantly, "Can we reserve the services of the Hall of the Dead? Mora is not a problem, just send the bill to the Northland Bank!"

Hearing this, Hu Tao was stunned.

Wait a minute, let her sort out her thoughts.

In Liyue's culture, although some people avoid funeral-related matters, they are still taken very seriously. Even if there are not many Moras, the necessary etiquette procedures must be in place.

Apart from those who come to the Hall of the Reborn after death, it is usually because their family members are at the end of their lives and no medicine can help them, so they inform them in advance.

And this one in front of me...

Hu Tao looked at Su Ming carefully, and was rarely hesitant.

This guy really doesn't look like he's dying...

Can funeral arrangements still be made?

If you have money but don't make it, you're a bastard. Hu Tao hesitated for a moment and immediately agreed, "Of course, you can choose the specifications of the ceremony. If it's for a foreigner, we can also deliver it to the place in one step."

"As long as you ask, we can recover the body even if the person died in the abyss!"

For the money, no shame!

Hearing this, Tartaglia's eyes lit up, "I want the best! The best!"

Hu Tao blinked and looked at Su Ming expectantly, "What do you think, sir?"

"Ah..." After a heavy sigh, Su Mingsheng felt hopeless and said, "Do as he says!"

Hu Tao's A-to-A didn't attract him anymore. He was so tired. He really wanted to take Ying to play the Golden House N times...

"Then it's settled. Give me one too. Of course, Adonis will pay for this part of the money!" Tartaglia was satisfied. "I, a warmonger, need one, and you, a poor wretch, need one. Otherwise..."

Thinking that he had a friend sitting next to him, Tartaglia turned to look at Zhongli, "Mr. Zhongli, do you need anything?"

Mr. Zhongli and he really get along well, so providing him with a top-notch funeral service is no problem!

Hearing this, Zhongli's lips twitched, "No need."

Don't worry, I can send myself away...

Su Ming signed the bill silently, complaining in his heart.

It's just that Tartaglia has a lot of money. If it was that yellow-haired girl, she would definitely say, "What? Funeral? No need, a box is enough!"

Maybe before burying him, the yellow-haired girl would search him and take away the last Mora.

Hu Tao made a note in the account book, and then hung two business orders filled with requirements in the most conspicuous place, intending to track the progress of the orders at any time.

At the same time, a strange idea sprouted in Walnut's mind.

just in case……

What if there are still these stupid... no no no... big customers who want to book in advance? ?

After all, everyone will die one day, so it’s better to book it early so that you don’t have to queue up for burial, right?

Hu Tao's lively eyes turned and looked at Zhongli beside her.

Apart from this person who hasn’t aged for many years, who else won’t die?

Hu Tao suddenly had an epiphany and prepared to expand the business of Wangsheng Hall.

If you don’t have customers, develop them!

The first one to be settled will be buried first!

Zhongli silently poured a cup of tea for the two "distinguished guests" and then placed the Night Stone in his hand on the Duobao Pavilion beside him.

He said that it would look nice if there was an ornament here. Look, the atmosphere of the Hall of Rebirth has changed suddenly!

Dardalia received the receipt with great satisfaction. He and Su Ming each received one, and then left in style.

Su Ming followed behind Tartaglia silently, looking like a dying zombie.

In the Hall of Rebirth, Zhongli leaned back in an armchair and stared at the Treasure Pavilion in a daze, thinking about what else he should buy.

Hu Tao wrote and drew on the plan, preparing to expand the business tomorrow.

"Mr. Zhongli." Hu Tao suddenly raised her head, a hint of doubt in her eyes, "Why has the bill at Wangsheng Hall decreased recently? Are you... not very happy..."

Usually, the biggest thing they have to pay for in Wangsheng Hall is the bills. Today, they had a table of top-quality Liyue dishes, and yesterday they bought a pair of fine amber wine glasses...

The bills have been reduced a lot during this period. Although she is a little happy, Hu Tao is still worried that Zhongli may have encountered some setbacks.

Otherwise, this guest official would never spend so little money!

Hearing this, Zhongli raised his eyes and said, "No."

I just found a very wealthy fool to chew on. After all, Hu Tao is under a lot of financial pressure...

Zhongli sipped the fragrant tea slowly, the vermilion color at the corners of his eyes blurred by water vapor when he lowered his eyes.

So what should we do tomorrow? Should we listen to a book? Or should we buy a small bonsai for the Hall of the Dead?

Hmm... the top quality Qingxin flowers look pretty good too...

On the side, Walnut was biting a pen, tilting his head, with confusion in his eyes.

I feel a little uncomfortable with Mr. Zhongli who doesn't spend money...