Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

Su Ping first glanced at the fallen dagger, and after hesitating, he did not pick it up. Instead, he grabbed a handy stone from the ground next to him and turned around to aim it at Chen Baiwang's head.

He took a deep breath and smashed it down fiercely. The first hit did not cause any change, but the second hit directly smashed the skull. The brain and blood splattered on Su Ping's face, making him look a little creepy.

Su Ping took the blood-stained stone and smashed it again, completely smashing Chen Baiwang's head. Then he seemed to be exhausted and sat down in the rain.

Before he could catch his breath and recover from the shock of killing someone for the first time, Su Ping threw away the stone and hurried to check on his father.

Due to his panic, his legs became unstable and he rolled down the slope that he had walked many times without falling. Then he rolled and crawled to his father.

Su Ping reached out and touched his father's neck. It was icy cold due to the rain, and the pulse that should have been beating was completely silent.

If a person has no pulse, there are only two possibilities. One is death, and the other is a state of suspended animation due to various reasons. People in that state look like dead people, but in fact they are still alive and may be saved.

For example, the woman in the village who was more knowledgeable about the law was unfortunately killed indirectly due to her brother’s ignorance.

Su Ping didn't want to see such a tragedy happen to him again. He believed in his father. His father was a very strong man and would definitely be able to survive this disaster.

He broke the two arrows as quickly as possible and made his father lie as flat as possible. Then Su Ping unbuttoned his father's shirt, put one hand on top of the other, and crossed their fingers.

What proves a person is alive is the heartbeat and the breathing, and cardiopulmonary resuscitation is a rescue method to revive a comatose person.

He stretched out his arms, placed his palms on the center of the chest, and performed rapid compressions. After several attempts, his father still showed no signs of resuscitation. Su Ping had no choice but to further use artificial respiration, alternating with cardiopulmonary resuscitation.

This is not the time to consider what is reasonable. Human life is at stake. Before this, any awkwardness, shame, or embarrassment are as light as a feather. Su Ping wants his father to live, and this is enough.

He wanted his ambition to give his family a good life to not be in vain. He didn't want to be alone anymore, as that would be too hard, too tiring, and too cold.

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned. No matter what Su Ping did, his father did not revive. He had no pulse, no heartbeat, and his breathing had stopped long ago. It was as if he had already died.

In the heavy rain, the blood on Su Ping's face and hands had long been washed away. His father's face was facing the sky, his eyes were closed, but his expression was painful and a little scary.

Of course Su Ping would not be scared by this. This had nothing to do with courage, let alone spirit.

Su Ping sighed heavily, then stood up tremblingly, helped his father up, carried him on his back, and walked up the slope step by step, just like when he came here just now.

When passing by a "headless corpse", Su Ping bent down to pick up the dagger next to him, and after holding it in his hand, he continued walking into the woods.

After seeing the grave mound, Su Ping put his father down again, helped him dress himself, and then used a dagger to remove the two arrows from his shoulders without damaging the body as much as possible.

Afterwards, he braved the heavy rain and used the dagger to dig a new hole next to the grave. The soil had been washed away by heavy rain for many days, so it was easy to dig.

After that, during the burial, the soil was covered, and a tombstone was erected using the flat stone that his father had just sat on, and an inscription was engraved on the tombstone. During the process, Su Ping's expression did not change at all. He was extremely calm, as if... it had nothing to do with him and he had become numb.

The two graves were of the same height, location and size. When Su Ping looked at them, his expression finally changed. There was sorrow and pain on his face, and tears were flowing endlessly.

Su Ping knelt on the ground, curled up tightly, with his head buried deep in his arms, crying heartbreakingly. If anyone heard it, they would probably remain silent and ponder, wondering what could have caused such a young and inexperienced boy to be so grief-stricken?

This was the first time that Su Ping cried like a child on the continent of Teyvat. He was so ignorant and inconsiderate of others.

The crying swept through the forest, scaring away a few birds that had landed on the tree branches. In the rain, he curled up in front of two graves and did not move for a long time.

The only thing in the world that is more painful than the loss of having nothing in the first place is to have something and then lose it again. It is so chilling and unexpected.

Perhaps even God could not bear the miserable plight of the little boy, so he ordered the heavy rain to become lighter and less, and allowed the sunlight to cover the earth and shine on his back, as if to soothe his cold heart.

Su Ping cried for a long time. When the sun was about to set, he raised his head slightly, revealing a pair of red, swollen, and bloodshot eyes.

He supported himself on the ground with his hands and slowly climbed up. After being washed by the rain for a long time, he felt cold all over. His hands and feet seemed to have no strength left and he didn't want to move at all.

But the warm sunlight shone on his body. At the moment of cold and heat blending, Su Ping shivered, and the rain fell from his hair and clothes.

After staying in the heavy rain for so long, he was already soaked all over. The rain water accumulated in his clothes, which was almost impossible to wring out even though it was not raining, made his clothes stick to his body, making him feel even colder.

After a pause, Su Ping's eyes fell on the two tombstones. The past scenes came to his mind again, like an endless stream of the sea, turning into tears rolling in his eyes, and he was about to cry again.

The ends of the hair on the forehead were also dripping with water, and it was hard to tell whether it was rain or tears dripping from the corners of the eyes. Only the person who was crying knew that the rain was cold, but the tears were hot.

His hazy eyes became firm after another burst of tears. The boy knelt in front of the two graves, his body standing upright and swaying, but he never fell down.

Soon after, as if he had made up his mind, Su Ping bent down, put his forehead close to the ground, and kowtowed nine times. His forehead was already covered with mud.

Then he suddenly stood up, wiped the dirt off his forehead, took the dagger, and slowly turned away.

When they were a few steps away, Su Ping looked back and saw the two graves. Only after dinner, the two star snails in his left hand were dangling and jingling.

When he turned around, a huge leaf fell and landed on his head. The leaf was rough, like a rough big hand, caressing him.

Su Ping was silent. After taking the leaf, he spread his palm and let it move with the wind. It slowly fell here and fell into the forest, never to be found again.

It was time to go back. Su Ping took a step and went back the way he came. Then he saw the headless corpse lying quietly in the same place. The skin had turned pale due to the previous heavy rain.

After burying the skull fragments on the spot, Su Ping stabbed the corpse with a knife, held it up with both hands, and carried it up the slope.

On the way, he picked up another weapon, a lightweight wooden crossbow with a mechanism, and took it into the woods, finding what could be said to be the most secret place.

The surrounding trees blocked out the sun and were overgrown with weeds that were almost as tall as an adult. Su Ping shook the dagger and the corpse rolled to the ground.

Then Su Ping pulled up the vines hanging on the tree, tied the corpse's limbs tightly, and hung the whole person upside down. This was indeed disrespectful to the deceased, but to him, this dead person was not worthy of respect.

After the headless corpse was hung upside down, Su Ping grabbed the corpse with one hand and stabbed the dagger into its heart. He did not use much force because he was afraid that the blood would splash all over himself and be too difficult to wash off.

So the process was very slow, and he tried his best to control his hands from shaking, and at the same time keep the handle at a higher angle than the blade to prevent blood from flowing down and sticking to his hands.

Although he had been dead for about half a day and his body was pale from the heavy rain, blood was still flowing out, but not much, and it was not hot anymore.

After the blade was fully inserted, Su Ping took two steps back and took a few glances. This looked like a cult's arrangement for prayer and sacrifice, and he nodded slightly.

Then his eyes fell on the light crossbow in his hand. The crossbow string had already broken. No wonder the other party dropped it and drew his sword to approach.

If the crossbow had not been damaged at that time, and if the opponent was younger, Su Ping would not have been able to escape unscathed, and might not even have survived.

But perhaps it was destined that he survived and the other person died, but the price was very high, which made Su Ping's heart very painful. It still hurts now, more than losing any other property!

Su Ping threw the damaged crossbow on the ground and turned to walk away quickly because he had a bold idea that was growing wildly in his mind. He could hardly control himself and was like a madman.

Su Ping rushed out of the forest with big strides, doing two things at once. Except for some mud on his body, everything else had been washed away by the heavy rain. Even the bloodstains on the slope disappeared without a trace, and no one would notice them.

After leaving the forest, he rushed towards the south village. What he just thought was that since he had already killed one person, he might as well go all out and solve the problem.

Anyway, Chen Baiwang is dead, so it is not difficult to kill Chen Jihua, who is just an ordinary person. The only thing to be on guard against is being found out and thrown into jail.

After thinking it over, Su Ping was relieved. It didn't matter whether he was caught or not. He had already lived a lifetime, and he had lived for so many extra years and had parents who loved him. It was enough.

After killing all his enemies, if he is not caught, it is God's will and he can continue to live a good life. If he is caught, he cannot blame anyone else and it is what he deserves.

As for Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang's family, the only thing Su Ping can do now is to secretly transfer all the family property to them after taking action and before being discovered.

Even if he really goes to jail, he will be alone and have nothing to fear.