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

"Don't worry, Mr. Su Ming. I will bring Bennett to check on time in the next few days."

The middle-aged adventurer held large and small bottles of potions of different colors in his hands. He stuffed Mora into Su Ming's hands with a serious look on his face, "I will keep a close eye on this kid and don't let him run away again!"

Hearing this, Su Ming smiled and nodded, watching the two leave.

From a distance, the young man seemed a little helpless because of the man's nagging, but he kept listening patiently, and occasionally turned his head to coax the man beside him.

Paimeng floated beside him, tilting his head, "Bennett seems to be even more unlucky than Su Ming..."

Hearing this, Su Ming narrowed his eyes.

This is really hard to say.

After all, every backstab from his Luck -1 was meant to kill him...

Su Ming blinked and turned to go into the house.

Inside the house, Ying had already thrown a lot of ingredients on the table, thinking hard about what to eat today.

"What do you want to eat?" Ying blinked and looked at Su Ming, "I have learned a lot of dishes recently."

As an adventurer registered with the Adventurer's Guild, as long as you work hard, you will never lack for commissions.

But the little money she earned was not enough to feed so many mouths. If Su Ming had not generously given them a bedroom, they would probably have had to sleep in the open.

Big money sponsor, can’t afford to offend!

Hearing this, Su Ming raised his eyebrows.

I have to say, although my grandfather is a little bit sloppy, his cooking skills are still pretty good!

We ran out for a barbecue in the middle of the night last night. A battle maniac and a god who knows how to spend money were both the type who were waiting to eat. After serving them all night, Su Ming didn't feel like cooking at all today!

Su Ming thought about it for a while before deciding, "Is grilled fish okay?"

Hearing this, Ying nodded, turned around and began to organize the ingredients consciously.

Paimeng looked at it for a while, then came to Su Ming and said, "Su Ming, Su Ming, we went to Qingquan Town today. I heard that Mr. Dulav has reached an agreement with the businessman from Zhidong Country."

Su Ming smiled lightly, "That's good."

Paimon was a small guy, curled up in a small sofa beside him, opened his eyes wide and said one thing after another: "Also, we heard that the businessman from Zhidong Country rented a house in Mondstadt, saying that he wanted to build a movie theater. Su Ming, this businessman you know is really rich!"

You must be rich to rent two buildings that big in Mondstadt!

Paimon pursed his lips and said, "But now when I mention the Kingdom of Winter, I will think of those two white-haired executives!"

Ying had just closed the pot lid, and when she heard this, she came over and said, "You have lived in the Kingdom of Winter for a long time. By the way, does the Queen of the Kingdom of Winter like white hair? Why do all the executives have white hair?..."

A lady with big waves.

A disaster, the snake spirit wool roll!

Hearing this, Su Ming couldn't help but twitch his lips.

Actually, this is a misunderstanding. The one who likes white hair should not be the queen...

but……

Speaking of which...

Su Ming counted on his fingers in his mind, and it seemed that the clown, the servant, the doctor, and the lady all had white hair?

There is also a puppet with gray hair...

hiss……

Su Ming always felt like he had discovered some little secret...

Su Ming shook his head slightly and said vaguely: "I'm not too sure, after all, I haven't seen many of them..."

Hearing this, Ying sighed helplessly and got up to serve the rice.

Paimon touched his white hair and said worriedly, "I have white hair too, will I be captured and made an executioner?"

Ying, who came out carrying large and small bowls and plates, narrowed her eyes instantly, with a speechless look written all over her face.

you are dreaming!

Who would catch such a tiny white-haired floating spirit to be an executive?

It’s not like the Fatui have too much food and are afraid of wasting it!

A few people looked at each other as they finished their meal, and then collapsed on the sofa with their round bellies bulging.

"The dishes are yours." Ying waved her hand and placed the responsibility of washing the dishes on Su Ming, "I'm going out for a walk!"

As he spoke, Ying took Paimeng with him and went out for a walk.

I have to say, ever since I saw Su Ming carrying Paimon, I felt like the door to a new world had opened. The way Paimon looked while being carried was so cute!

Inside the house, Su Ming touched his round belly and his eyes fell on the tableware in front of him.

After pausing for a moment, Su Ming resigned himself to his fate and began to wash the dishes.

One person cooks and the other washes the dishes. Ying is still very empathetic.

Unlike the two old men at midnight yesterday, after eating and drinking, one sat quietly to enjoy the wine and digest the food, while the other made a small whale and threw it on the tableware, as if he was done, completely ignoring his good friend who was unlucky enough to be soaked.

After Su Ming resigned himself to washing the dishes, Paimon floated in holding a letter.

"Su Ming, Su Ming!" Paimeng blinked and stuffed the letter into Su Ming's hand, "This is your letter."

Behind him, Ying looked helpless, "I heard that this letter has been sent out for several years. If Xiangling hadn't seen you some time ago, this letter really wouldn't have been delivered to you. Didn't you inform your neighbors after you left Liyue?"

I heard that this letter has not been delivered for several years, and the Adventurer's Association's commission has been on hold for several years, but no one has found Su Ming's whereabouts, so in the end he could only stay in Liyue's Adventurer's Association and wait.

If Su Ming had not met Xiangling by chance some time ago, this letter would probably have remained hanging until he went to Liyue.

Hearing this, Su Ming was stunned.

A letter from Liyue?

Su Ming looked at the letter with a badly worn cover in his hand, and for a moment he couldn't figure out who would send him a letter.

When Su Ming left Liyue, he was already in his teens. Although he was always causing trouble for familiar people, who would be so persistent in sending letters to Su Ming? And for several years?

If it were according to the thoughts of those old neighbors, Su Ming would probably have unfortunately died in the disaster, right?

Thinking of this, Su Ming frowned and opened the letter.

In the letter, extremely familiar handwriting described extremely familiar things.

Su Ming's face darkened inch by inch.

Paimon blinked, leaned in to take a peek, and froze.

"Go to the hall to make a reservation?"

Paimon read the letter word by word, the expression on his face was hard to describe for a moment, "Isn't this the Hall of Rebirth that I was thinking of?"

At the side, Ying blinked curiously, "What is the Hall of Rebirth?"

Paimeng looked at the letter with difficulty and explained: "It's a...funeral...funeral in Liyue..."

"That's enough..." Ying's expression suddenly became strange, and she stopped talking quickly, "This..."

Who would persevere in sending such a letter to Su Ming!

Su Ming read the document carefully with a gloomy face and found a familiar signature at the end.

Reservation person: Zhongli, a guest of Wangsheng Hall (The bill is paid by Wangsheng Hall, and employees get a 20% discount.)

Su Ming's hands trembled and his vision went dark.

That’s why Zhongli sent himself a funeral booking service several years ago!

After all, it's a funeral. Do you want to keep the account of the Hall of the Dead too?