Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

The four treasures of the study were placed on the desk, and under the table was a pile of waste papers almost as thick as a finger, stacked one on top of the other, layer upon layer, like mountains.

The young man sitting at the desk poked his head with the end of a pen, frowning, sometimes looking out the door, sometimes twisting his neck, sometimes looking serious, but he never put pen to paper.

"I haven't written for two years. It really has a huge impact on me." Su Ping supported his chin with one hand and muttered to himself weakly.

The first draft of the new book has been passed, but his writing skills have deteriorated significantly. When it comes to dealing with details, he always feels that the words are not expressive enough and do not meet the standards in his mind.

So he wrote and threw away, then wrote again, and even started to doubt who wrote the previous novel. Was it really written by him?

Such a magical but meaningless question, who else could have written it if not him?

Looking at the waste paper he had created, Su Ping took a deep breath, then another, and then planned to go out and relax, because grinding it further would just be a waste of time and would be meaningless.

After picking up all the manuscripts on the ground and making the floor clean again, Su Ping stretched his arms and legs and prepared to go out. It didn't matter where he went, he just wanted to go for a walk.

Su Ping opened the drawer under the table and was about to put the waste manuscripts in it. He first came into contact with the waste papers that had accumulated over time.

Su Ping shook his head, swept away all the waste paper, and murmured, "I didn't realize there are so many."

From the top, yesterday's manuscript, to the bottom, which is the ending paragraph of the previous book, reading down like this, it feels like time is counting down.

There were also some things that were not manuscripts, which stated how much someone owed someone else, when it would be repaid, and the signatures of two people.

This was the Mora that Su Ping lent to someone, almost giving money away for free. Originally, he had decided not to write an IOU, after all, he didn't want the other party to pay it back, but the other party insisted on doing so and said that he would not lend it otherwise.

Su Ping still remembered the way that man looked at him at that time. It was like looking at a second-generation kid who was stupid and rich. He didn't even know how to write an IOU when lending money to others.

The man thought he didn't know, but in fact his heart was as clear as a mirror and he saw it more clearly than anyone else.

He is still there, and the IOUs are still there, but some people are no longer there, so these IOUs, which were useless to begin with, have completely lost their use.

He found the IOUs one by one from the pile of papers, folded them neatly, held them in his hand, ran out of the door, and raised the hand holding the IOUs high.

After a moment, Su Ping put his hand down. The stack of IOUs was still there. Instead of floating away as he had originally intended, they drifted away with the wind to who knows where.

Because even if there was wind at that time, it was not strong. Even if it was strong, the IOU would not be blown out of the village. It would then be picked up by someone and cause gossip.

As a rule of thumb, an IOU that is no longer required to be repaid or has been paid off should either be torn up in front of both parties or returned to the party that owes the debt.

Now that the other party is gone, there is only one way to return it to him.

"Dad, I'm going out for a while and will be back later."

"it is good."

After receiving the affirmation from the people in the house, Su Ping turned around and walked towards the foot of Tianheng Mountain outside the village.

The wind of early summer was already a little bit "strong", and when it blew on the boy's face, he felt a slight coolness, as if he had just washed in the river and the dust had been removed.

In the cemetery at the foot of Tianheng Mountain, the soul flags were still tilted, spider webs were woven between the branches of the trees, and every scene was filled with the words "desolate and dilapidated".

It's not that Su Ping has no energy, no desire, and no money to repair it, but this place is really remote. Throughout the year, apart from himself and his father, few people come to worship.

Since it is a barren land with no human habitation, why bother building large-scale projects, wasting money and creating unnecessary work?

Su Ping stepped over some trippy tree roots, as well as uneven little pits and mounds of earth, as well as fallen yellow leaves and inconspicuous weeds.

The small cemetery was a wild area without even a wall, but the interior was like the streets in Liyue Harbor, bustling and lively.

Anyway, before Su Ping reached the grave, he patted his trouser legs several times. He almost got bit by a bug. If he got stung by a poisonous bug, he would have no place to cry.

Strangely enough, Su Ping had never encountered this kind of insect before when he came here, and he didn't know where this species came from.

When we arrived in front of the grave, the midday sun just happened to shine on it, clearly distinguishing it from the darkness surrounding it.

Su Ping used his feet to sweep away the fallen leaves on the ground and pushed them to the ground on both sides. Then he picked up a few stones and placed them in front of the tombstone as a brazier.

call!

An orange-red fire started in the tinderbox, and then burned brighter and brighter as the IOUs piled up.

Su Ping added more IOUs to keep the fire burning, and said slowly: "Sister Youyi, these things are no longer useful. Although they were never used, I still have to return them to you."

The dancing flames never ceased, and the number of IOUs in the boy's hand decreased one by one, until his hands were empty, and he let out a sigh.

When only ashes remained in the stone brazier, Su Ping stood up and left. Before leaving, he did not forget to cover the ashes with some soil to prevent them from reviving and causing a forest fire.

He walked back the same way he came, swatting off a few bugs that had crawled up his ankles, and quickly left what seemed to be a nest of bugs.

But perhaps it was because he had been quiet for too long, and as the saying goes, everything will turn into the opposite when it reaches the extreme. As soon as he returned home, someone came to his door, in a hurry and looked very anxious.

"Little prodigy, Doctor Zhang asked me to come and call you. He told you to go to the clinic to see him. He also told you to go!"

Su Ping looked at the man who had come, poured him a glass of water, and then asked, "What did Doctor Zhang want to see me about?"

"Doctor Zhang didn't say anything, but he looked very anxious. The old man has been ill for almost a month and hasn't gotten better!" The man finished drinking the water in one gulp and returned the cup to Su Ping.

"Then I'll go over there." Su Ping put down the cup and said to his father.

Afterwards, the boy, who had just returned home, went out again and strode towards the westernmost part of the village.

The two-story wooden house remained the same, except that the door was closed. It was a little dark inside and there were no lights on, so it seemed that no one was there.

This was also true, because the man who brought the message to Su Ping led him up the external staircase to the second floor and knocked on the door.

"Doctor Zhang, the little prodigy is here."

"Okay, come in!"

The door was not locked and the man pushed it open. The layout of the room was not simple, but it lacked some ornamental things that one would imagine should be there.

After Su Ping stepped into the room, he saw Doctor Zhang lying on the bed. He looked haggard, with sunken and dark eyes, as if he was about to die.

"Little prodigy...Su Ping, come here." Doctor Zhang's voice was weak, and every word he uttered was accompanied by a slight gasp.

Su Ping walked to the bedside and asked simply and clearly: "Doctor Zhang, what do you want to see me about?"

Doctor Zhang looked at the young man with a strange expression, then he dismissed the man, told him not to stay, closed the door, and then he was about to speak.

Although he spoke, he kept his voice low, as if he was afraid that others would hear it.

"It's a little late for me to say this. Please let me go after I finish speaking, and let me die with dignity, okay?"

Doctor Zhang emphasized the word "let go", as if he had been suppressing it in his heart for a long time, and then he used an almost pleading tone, begging him to agree.

Su Ping did not agree immediately. He suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart because his previous visit to Liyue Harbor to seek medical treatment had not ended well.

Su Ping thought for a long time and hadn't given an answer yet. Doctor Zhang said solemnly, "If you don't agree, forget it. This is the retribution for what I did in my life.

I just want to be buried in peace after I die, instead of being left exposed in the wilderness as a wandering ghost, so can you please help me bury me after I die, okay?"

Su Ping frowned and nodded slightly, "I promise you, but you can't hide anything you want to say."

There were no threats or inducements, but at the moment there were only the two of them, one was an old man with exhausted energy, and the other was a young and energetic boy. It was immediately clear who was stronger and who would win the fight.

"That's natural." Doctor Zhang covered his mouth and coughed a few times, then spoke slowly.

"Your mother...did not die of a heart disease. Someone gave her a chronic toxin! They wanted to take advantage of her, but they failed in the end, and your mother passed away first.

I was restrained by him and dared not speak out about this matter, so I lied that it was a heart disease to dispel your suspicion. I did something wrong in this matter!"

Su Ping did not speak. When Doctor Zhang said the first sentence, his mind was filled with the sound of numerous thunders.

His hands and feet were cold, his eyes were bloodshot, and countless bloodshot veins formed. He was angry and unwilling, and wanted to cut the murderer, whose identity he already knew, into pieces.

Doctor Zhang sighed when he saw the young man like this, and then said: "As for your father, he also had a chance to recover, but because of that person, I dare not cure him, so I can only do this.

At that time, I was a little shaken, wondering if I was worthy of this identity and the profession of a doctor. So the monthly medicine fee was reduced by tens of thousands, and the cost of bone correction was also reduced, which made me feel a little relieved.

Later, in the case last year, I did not frame you because I felt guilty and did not want to make any more mistakes. Unfortunately, it was too late. I could not stay out of it. "

Su Ping laughed, a laugh that was a combination of extreme anger, rage and sadness. His laughter echoed in the room, never stopping. Although he was laughing, it was very sad.

He now understood why Doctor Zhang asked him to agree to certain things before speaking, and then compromised by saying that he wanted a peaceful burial. He also knew that what he thought at the time was the guilt for almost framing him, not what he thought.

If he had not agreed before, Su Ping might have already taken action now, first killing the old doctor who came back too late, and then asking someone to make the murderer lose everything and turn his entire family into dry bones.

However, this light promise, which was only spoken out loud, did give him a chance to struggle amid his hatred, and it was possible for him to regain his clarity of mind quickly.