Genshin Impact: Learning makes me stronger

"Xiao?" Ying and Paimon exclaimed almost at the same time. They obviously didn't expect that Xiao, who had separated from them before, would suddenly appear here.

Xiao did not respond to Ying and Paimon's calls. His eyes were still fixed on the tusked man. His lips trembled slightly as he spoke: "Brother Fushe!"

However, the fanged burly man called Fushe was not moved by Xiao's emotional call. His eyes were still crazy, and he roared, swung his arms violently, and suddenly broke free from Xiao's spear.

Seeing this, Xiao frowned slightly, but did not try to stop him. He just used the force to roll over and retreat to the side.

Ying took the opportunity to put away his sword and stood up, full of doubts. He looked at Xiao and asked, "Xiao, what's going on? Do you know him?"

Without taking his eyes off Fushe, Xiao said slowly, "He is the Grand Marshal of Teng Snake - Fushe, the leader of the five great immortal Yakshas under the seat of Emperor Yanwang, and also my eldest brother."

When Ying and Paimon heard what Xiao said, they were both shocked.

They didn't expect that this crazy fang-toothed man in front of them actually had such a deep relationship with the Great Sage Who Conquers Demons.

"Then how did he become like this?" Ying asked in confusion, the sword in his hand still pointed vigilantly at Fushe, in case he suddenly attacked.

A complex emotion flashed across Xiao's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "In ancient times, Liyue was plagued by miasma and full of monsters. The rotten remains of the defeated demon god spread hatred and resentment into the mortal world and turned into "evil spirits".

Whenever evil spirits become restless, plagues, ghosts, and anomalies will follow. Therefore, our "Yaksha" clan, under the order of the Emperor, eliminates evil spirits, kills for the sake of protecting the Dharma, and eliminates many sufferings.

During the long and bloody battle, we were inevitably bound by karma, polluted by the devil's hatred, and fell into fear and madness, or killed each other, or went astray, and Brother Fushe was nowhere to be found.

I have been looking for him everywhere but to no avail. I never expected to see him here, and he looked like this. "

After that, Xiao tightened his grip on the spear again and slowly walked towards Fushe, trying to wake him up: "Fushe, do you still remember me?"

Fushe just roared at Xiao, as if he didn't recognize the person in front of him at all. He began to wave his four arms surrounded by purple lightning and continued to attack.

Xiao had no choice but to raise his gun to resist.

After just a few moves, Xiao seemed to notice something and his eyes changed.

"No! Is this... a spirit?"

"Fushe, you actually..."

Feeling the somewhat illusory body of the person in front of him, Xiao's voice was trembling and full of disbelief.

He never imagined that the big brother Fushe, whom he had finally seen again, was actually just a ghost.

This fact made him feel a mixture of grief and anger, and he unconsciously increased the strength of the spear in his hand, and his attack became more fierce.

With a clang, Xiao blocked Fushe's attack, then pushed Fushe back several steps.

"Fushe... How could someone like you become an underground undead..."

Xiao's eyes were filled with pain. He found it hard to accept that his elder brother, who used to be the closest to him, had now become an irrational undead and was fighting against him in this strange place.

After being repelled, Fushe did not stop for a moment and pounced on Xiao again like a madman.

Ying watched from the side and felt a sense of sadness in her heart.

She knew well the pain of losing one's loved ones, and during her long journey, she had been searching for the traces of her blood relatives, fearing that one day she would face the same cruel truth.

Although his brother the Riddler who had been hiding finally showed up at the wedding, the torment and worry of searching in the unknown countless times are still deeply engraved in his mind.

Watching the fierce battle between Xiao and Fushe, Ying felt the same way and couldn't help but tighten the sword in his hand, wanting to do something to help Xiao.

Paimon was so nervous that he didn't know what to do. His eyes moved back and forth between Xiao and Fushe, and he muttered, "What should I do? How did this Fushe Yaksha become like this?"

At this time, Su Xun also withdrew some of his attention from the Taiwei Yipan and watched the battle between Xiao and Fushe.

Because he knew the plot, he had long guessed that Fushe would show up next, but he was not sure whether he was an illusion created by Taiweiyi Pan based on Xiao's memory, or a real undead body.

Now it seems that this should be Fushe’s true soul.

Because he could sense the unique cold aura of the soul emanating from Fushe. That powerful and unique soul could never be simulated by an illusion.

As immortals, Yakshas are far superior to ordinary people in both body and soul. As the leader of Yakshas, ​​Fushe possesses even more powerful strength and will.

Therefore, it is not surprising that even after five hundred years, it has not completely disappeared in the long river of time.

ah~

Su Xun sighed inwardly. The Kanreya War five hundred years ago really brought too much pain and misfortune to the continent of Teyvat.

Many heroes have died or disappeared. It is really sad and lamentable that people like Fushe have become undead but are still trapped in the world and cannot be freed.

However… since Fushe’s soul hasn’t completely dissipated, perhaps there is still a way to rescue him?

Su Xun's heart moved, and he thought about this possibility.

At this time, the battle between Xiao and Fushe became more and more intense.

Although Xiao was heartbroken about the battle with his elder brother, he could only try his best to find an opportunity to awaken Fushe in the battle.

His spear danced out sharp wind blades, which collided with Fushe's purple-black lightning, making bursts of roaring sounds.

Time passed by little by little, after a cup of tea.

"Enough!" Xiao's mood became increasingly heavy as the battle continued. Facing Fushe, who showed no signs of regaining consciousness, he was filled with grief but finally roared in anger and launched his strongest attack.

In an instant, the wind was howling, gun shadows were everywhere, and a powerful force swept towards Fushe like a surging wave.

Fushe was not to be outdone. He moved all four arms at the same time, and the purple-black lightning gathered into a thick pillar of electricity, heading towards Xiao's attack.

The two collided, causing a dazzling burst of light, and the huge impact force caused the surrounding space to distort.

The light faded, Xiao knelt on one knee, breathing slightly, his eyes full of fatigue and pain.

Fushe was knocked back several feet, and his body seemed to be even more illusory, but his eyes were still crazy, without any sign of sobriety.

"Xiao, are you okay?"

Seeing this, Ying was about to step forward to help Xiao up, but he raised his hand to refuse.

Xiao shook his head gently, his eyes still fixed on Fushe, "I'm fine..."

Paimon said anxiously, "This is not a solution. Fushe Yasha doesn't look like it can be awakened. We have to think of other ways."

"Huh..." Xiao took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and then opened them again.

The original reluctance and pain were gradually replaced by determination. He slowly stood up and said, "There is no other way. Since there is no hope of awakening him, I can only...end it all with my own hands!"

There was a sense of determination in Xiao's voice; he knew that this might be the last thing he could do for Fushe.

He gripped his spear tightly, ready to deliver the final blow to free Fushe's soul.

Ying and Paimon looked at each other and saw the reluctance and helplessness in each other's eyes.

They knew that Xiao's decision was forced upon him, but it also meant that he would suffer tremendous psychological trauma.