The Impossible Sequel to Genshin Impact

Sister Fang was concentrating on flipping through the other documents in her hands, her eyes slowly scanning every line of densely packed text and every carefully arranged paragraph. She gently frowned her beautiful crescent-shaped eyebrows and muttered to herself thoughtfully: "It seems that no one has set foot here for a long time... These documents only record twenty years ago and then abruptly stopped."

At this moment, Sister Shen, Brother Ye, Sister Fang, Brother Du, Ying, Kong and others were all sitting around the slightly old wooden table. Their faces were all solemn, as if covered by a thick layer of haze. Everyone's eyes revealed a trace of uneasiness and doubt.

Sister Shen nodded slightly, her movements as gentle as the breeze blowing through willow branches. She expressed her agreement with Sister Fang's point of view in a soft but firm voice: "In that case, this mysterious tunnel must have been abandoned for a long time. As for what kind of unknown dangers and unknown secrets are hidden inside, it is really hard to predict."

Brother Ye crossed his arms across his chest, his face, which usually had a somewhat uninhibited smile, now seemed to be covered by a layer of frost, and looked particularly serious. He pursed his lips tightly, his eyes focused and sharp, like a cheetah about to attack, calmly analyzing the current situation.

"Perhaps next, we must be extremely alert and be doubly cautious! We must not act rashly and must not rush in. You know, this place has been abandoned for such a long time and there is no life at all. Who can predict what kind of unexpected emergencies will happen in it? If we are not careful, we may suffer a great loss." Brother Ye's voice was low and powerful, and every word was spoken very clearly, making the hearts of those present tighten.

After hearing this, Sister Fang nodded slightly to show her agreement. She gently put down the document in her hand, as if she was treating a rare treasure, afraid to make the slightest sound. Seeing Sister Fang's actions, others quickly followed suit, each one of them was very careful, as if the slightest noise would alert the unknown beings hidden in the darkness in the tunnel.

After a moment of silence, time seemed to freeze, and the entire tunnel was shrouded in this suffocating silence. Finally, Ying took a deep breath and broke the silence first, and slowly said: "Then... should we continue to go deeper? After all, it seems that we are only staying in the middle of the tunnel." Her voice echoed in the empty tunnel, with a hint of uncertainty and hesitation. After that, her eyes were like torches, quickly sweeping across everyone's faces, trying to capture their true thoughts from the subtle changes in everyone's expressions.

At this time, Brother Ye frowned slightly and fell into a brief contemplation. After a moment, he raised his head and said firmly: "I think we should keep moving forward." His tone was decisive and resolute, revealing an unquestionable determination. "Since we have come here, we must not give up halfway. Besides, we really don't have any better choice at the moment."

Sister Fang listened to what Brother Ye said, nodded thoughtfully, and said in agreement: "Yes, Brother Ye is right. However, everyone still needs to be extremely careful and must always remain highly vigilant, just in case."

Hearing this, everyone murmured in agreement, agreeing to continue moving forward. So, the group started walking again, silently moving forward in this dark and deep tunnel. The tunnel was filled with an old and decayed smell, which made people feel depressed. There was a deathly silence all around, and only the monotonous and heavy footsteps kept echoing in the empty tunnel, as if it was the death-calling sound from hell.

At this moment, the person at the front of the team suddenly stopped as if he was under a spell, and a suppressed cry came out from his throat: "Look! There is a door over there!" This cry seemed to have some kind of magic power, instantly attracting everyone's attention. Everyone looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw a closed door not far ahead, illuminated by the weak light. The door was like a mysterious black hole, exuding an atmosphere that made people both curious and afraid.

Everyone walked towards the door cautiously with trepidation. Every step they took seemed to echo slightly, as if the whole space was holding its breath and waiting for something. Finally, they arrived in front of the door, and someone reached out and gently pushed the heavy door. With a low creaking sound, the door slowly opened, and a stale and decayed smell came to their faces.

When they saw the scene behind the door, everyone couldn't help but gasp. What appeared before them was an extremely huge room, the scale of which was beyond imagination. This room looked like a sewer buried deep underground, with intricate pipes and dark passages intertwined, forming a creepy picture.

In the room, drops of crystal clear water were dripping slowly from the high ceiling. These drops were like pearls that had broken off their strings, hitting the hard ground, creating tiny and fragile splashes of water. The sound of the water drops hitting the ground echoed in the empty room, adding a bit of eerie atmosphere.

Looking at the walls around, the paint that was originally applied on them has lost its former luster and become dull after years of erosion. Many places have even begun to peel off, exposing the mottled bricks and stones underneath. Those bricks and stones have been baptized by wind and rain and look vicissitudes and dilapidated, as if telling a series of unknown past events.

However, when people looked up, they were pleasantly surprised to find that a few rays of weak sunlight came in through the gaps above their heads. These rays of sunlight were like a beam of hope, illuminating a corner of the darkness and bringing a touch of warmth and courage to everyone.

Sister Shen held the flashlight tightly in her hand and projected its light around. The weak and dim light swayed in the darkness, trying to illuminate this unknown area.

"Look! There's a table over there." As Sister Shen spoke, everyone looked in the direction she pointed. In the corner of the room, the table stood there quietly, like a forgotten lonely existence. Its surface was covered with a thick layer of dust like cotton wool, as if the precipitation of years had condensed into a solid entity here. Obviously, this table had not been touched or used for a long time.