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

Ying frowned, her eyes fixed on the business form in front of her.

The old but powerful handwriting recorded the scene at that time, from the burial to the funeral, everything was recorded in the book, but the words between the lines were terrifying.

Hu Tao smoothed the wrinkles on the record sheet with her fingertips and said softly, "It turns out that Grandpa and Zhongli personally took care of this funeral."

Ying clenched her fists and placed them on the table, shaking constantly, her eyes wide open with disbelief.

[The 29th night of the New Year.]

Guiliyuan was on fire and the lights in Liyue Harbor were as bright as day, but it was no longer as lively as before. I turned down all the orders for the past two days and headed towards Guiliyuan with all the things needed for the burial.

I am old now and can’t remember when the kid came to me and booked funeral services for me with a smile on his face.

He said that he probably would not live through this year, and specifically told me to use the highest quality products for everything, saying that his family had plenty of money and so I could use them without worry. He even asked me if I could use the same specifications as those used in the Immortal Sent Ceremony.

But he is originally a fairy. 】

Su Ming sat aside, with his legs crossed and a cup of tea in his hand, his eyes calmly watching Ying turn the first page.

Ying's hands were shaking, but her eyes were fixed on reading the lines of words.

【The night of the 30th day of the lunar new year

It was already early morning when I arrived at Guiliyuan. The flames made everyone around me look like ghosts. I have been seeing off wandering ghosts at the junction of life and death for many years, but I have never seen such a horrific scene.

The most vicious thing in the world is the human heart.

They watched the child struggling in the flames, with fire flickering in his eyes, and for no reason they felt a sense of relief after their fear was gone.

The guest from the Hall of Rebirth stood quietly by the side, with a rock elemental God's Eye hanging on his fingertips, but I took a special look and saw that his God's Eye was still hanging behind his waist. He looked at me, nodded at me calmly, and reached out to support me and stood by the side, watching the child lose his life in the flames without saying a word.

I glanced at him, and there seemed to be an indescribable melancholy in his golden eyes, like rocks washed by the sea for thousands of years.

Later, the flames gradually died down, and Zhongli and I went forward to bury the body, but there was no body. Only some black broken bones were left, and most of the ashes had been blown away by the sea breeze.

The couple left with the small jar in their hands, not showing any sadness, but also not showing any anger. There was also a cold boy standing outside the crowd, with a little red on his hands, which I couldn't see clearly.

Later I asked Zhongli if he was sad. I remembered that the child often followed Zhongli. Zhongli shook his head and said that it was just another wear and tear. 】

The old paper turns over another page, and the wind brings the buried past.

【The 31st night of the lunar month

Zhongli and I arranged a funeral for the child, and held it in a grand manner at Yujingtai according to the standards of immortals, but he did not show up at Wuwangpo. When Zhongli found out, he shook his head and seemed to laugh.

I can't remember what happened afterwards, I only remember that after the Immortal Sending Ceremony, Liyue Harbor returned to peace, the Su family did business as usual, and the child was forgotten.

He was abandoned the day before he turned fifteen and would never be able to obtain a courtesy name given by God.

He won’t grow up. 】

The Hall of Rebirth fell into silence. The breeze blew the bamboo curtains and the temperature of the tea was carried away by the wind.

Su Ming sat in the armchair with his chin propped up, quietly watching the expressions on Hu Tao, Ying and little Paimon's faces.

After a while, Ying came back to her senses and stared at Su Ming, "Aren't you going to cry for a while?"

Su Ming spread his hands and said, "Don't cry. The past is not worth my tears."

Knife?

I didn’t feel it, probably because I was at the center of the event.

The blonde girl didn't even blink, and stared at Su Ming stubbornly for a moment.

Ten minutes later, Ying stood up and walked to Su Ming, reaching out and touching Su Ming's head, "Congratulations, you've finally grown up."

Hearing this, Su Ming couldn't help but lower his eyes and smiled, "Yes, it was a bumpy growth, and it even grew crooked, but he finally grew up."

Ying pursed her lips and smiled, then bent down slightly to hug Su Ming who was sitting, and rested her chin on Su Ming's shoulder, "Congratulations."

Su Ming sighed and let Ying hug him.

Two minutes later, Su Ming spoke lazily, "I can regard this hug as your comfort for now, but if you continue to hug me..."

"?" Ying let go of her hand, "What?"

"That's another price." Su Ming changed his hand to support his chin and said softly: "What do you think after reading it? What are your plans for the future?"

"Price?" Ying frowned and patted Su Ming's shoulder. "After watching it, I feel that your death was quite tragic, but I am more curious about what you did at that time. What's next..."

Ying thought for a moment and said, "Next, I still have to go find Zhongli. I think Zhongli knows a lot of things."

"As expected of you, Brother Su Ming... You don't look sad at all." Hu Tao walked in front of Su Ming with her hands behind her back, and put her face close to Su Ming's eyes for a closer look. "I don't think I've seen your eyes red since I was a child... You didn't cry even when you fell into the sea and were washed away so far away and vomited from drinking."

Hearing this, Ying waved her hands, "He cried a few days ago!"

"Really?" Hu Tao's eyes widened in disbelief and he grabbed Ying's wrist. "Why?! He didn't even cry when his wife ran away with someone else!"

"How can you talk like that..." Su Ming reached out and poked Hu Tao's forehead with a look of disgust, "I don't even have a wife, how can your wife run away with someone?"

"Now that his wife has run away, Su Ming will probably kill the person who tried to steal her away..." Ying shrugged and thought for a moment, "She cried a few days ago, grabbed Zhongli's hair and wouldn't let go, and also grabbed the hair of a drunkard in Mondstadt..."

Hearing this, Kurumi nodded, "I understand, fake crying."

I just wanted to take the opportunity to grab the braid.

Su Ming is very good at this kind of thing!

"These are the only records left in the Wangsheng Hall..." Hu Tao thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "Brother Su Ming's previous life... Su Huan... We were not born yet at that time, so we should ask someone older, right?"

"Yes." Ying nodded, "Let me ask Mr. Zhongli first. Maybe Zhongli can help me avoid having to travel so much."

It’s better to ask Zhongli than to ask others, and it’s better to ask Su Ming than to ask Zhongli.

But Su Ming didn't say anything.

Even if Su Ming was willing to speak, he would probably only say a few words.

For example, 'born, became a disciple, died, and came back to life.'

"Wait!" Paimeng floated beside the desk, holding the papers between her fingers. She waved her hand and pointed at the papers in her hand, "There seems to be a line of small words on the back. Ying, come and take a look."

Hearing this, Ying frowned and moved closer to take a closer look.

The ink had faded a little due to the passage of time, and there was a line of small words written on the back of the paper, as if to add something.

[I remember that the child was sitting by the window drinking tea, smiling and saying, 'It doesn't matter, I will die by myself.']