Genshin Impact simulation, the Shura field is endless

"You are the executive officer of the Fatui?!"

Upon hearing the man's self-introduction, Paimon covered his mouth in surprise and stared at him warily with Ying.

Seeing the other side about to start a fight, Tartaglia smiled bitterly and spread his hands. "Don't be nervous, I mean no harm. Did 'Madam' leave a bad impression on you? Sigh, that woman... I don't like her either. Anyway, forget about her. I came to you to offer a little help."

"Help?" Ying frowned and waved her hands: "Go, go."

"I'm an executive officer of the Fatui, after all. You don't have to be so disrespectful, do you?" Tartaglia said, looking hurt. "I'm not a bad person... I guess I'm not a bad person, but I'm not here to cause you any trouble. Could you please not think about defeating me right away?"

After hearing what he said, the expression on his face no longer seemed fake. Ying gave him a little trust and relaxed her guard a little.

This made Tartaglia breathe a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, he took the two of them to the North Country Bank and gave them the "Talisman of No Taboos". He suggested that they go to Jueyunjian first to ask the immortals in Jueyunjian for justice, as he had other plans.

What he said made sense, so Ying and Paimeng discussed it and decided to do as he said first.

Several people separated here.

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Yu Xiuwen applied to the General Affairs Department to build a mourning hall on the open space near Yujing Terrace to bid farewell to the Emperor.

Ningguang approved it considering Ganyu's face and the fact that the Emperor had passed away and the whole city should mourn.

So on that day, Yu Xiuwen and Gui Zhong played the sad suona, and Fanan followed behind them with a sad face, dressed in white.

Yang Wen thought about it again and again and decided not to follow. She was a god from a foreign country, and it always felt weird to follow her in such a way.

But look at the big white tent. In the center is a paper dragon, representing the emperor; in front of the dragon is an incense burner with curling green smoke; around it are signboards engraved with the names of various immortals, representing farewell.

After a burst of loud and plaintive suona music, Yu Xiuwen covered his face and wept, "Emperor~"

The crying makes those who hear it sad and those who listen to it cry, like a kite with a broken string, swaying in the air.

A call of "Emperor" brings countless pleas and sorrows.

Gui finally changed to playing the erhu, which sounded like a cold spring in the mountains. The biting coldness made people feel desolate, and coupled with the crying, even people in the best mood would shed tears.

The people cooperated to light paper money and scatter it, which floated like snowflakes, creating a sad atmosphere.

The Qianyan Army and ordinary people not far away were also infected. The sadness hidden under the shock of the Emperor's death was completely aroused. Their eyes turned red and they unconsciously walked towards the mourning hall.

They wanted to send the emperor on his final journey.

The soul returns to heaven, and everyone bids farewell.

News of the mourning hall spread throughout Liyue Harbor, and everyone who was free came with flowers to bid farewell to the Emperor.

For a time, the entire city was surrounded by sorrow.

Yu Xiuwen simply took the opportunity to deliver an impassioned farewell speech with tears in his eyes, recounting everything the Emperor had done for Liyue, stirring people's thoughts. He then talked about the shock and sadness they felt after hearing about the Emperor's murder, which made everyone present burst into tears. Some of the noble families who had received great favors from the Emperor even cried until their voices were hoarse.

Even Fanan was so absorbed in the story that tears were streaming down her face. She thought the Emperor was really dead.

Somewhere not far away, Zhongli and Yang Wen stood together.

The former covered his chest and was having trouble breathing.

The latter's eyes were slightly red, and he was infected by the atmosphere.

But when he saw Zhongli's expression, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Why, shouldn't you be relieved that your people are so sad?"

Zhongli didn't say anything.

Is he relieved? Of course he is, because this means that he has guided Liyue well and is loved by his people.

But, Yu Xiuwen, why are you crying so hard?! I'm not dead, I'm not dead!

During the Demon War, his temperament was not so peaceful, but time smoothed out his edges, and gradually nothing could disturb his mood.

However, Yu Xiuwen's series of actions made him a little defensive, and he had the urge to pick up a gun and stab him to death.

This is such a great acting skill!

"Look at the bright side. This time everyone will definitely believe that you are really dead."

"... "

Your comfort is worse than no comfort at all.

Suddenly, the two seemed to sense something and looked up at the sky.

Dark clouds gathered and drizzle fell, as if the heaven and earth were crying for the emperor.

The people in the field cried even louder.

Zhongli felt a familiar power fluctuation, Yu Xiuwen, he used his authority to make it rain to set the mood.

Zhongli's eyes went dark.

He heard that Yu Xiuwen was looking for a job before, and he thought that crying at funerals was a good job for Yu Xiuwen.

No one can match this level of dedication.

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This grand ceremony lasted for a long time, and it was not over until Ying returned from Jueyunjian.

Looking at those crying people and listening to the sad funeral music, Ying and Paimeng also became depressed.

"Ah, I didn't expect that the people of the Rock God love their god so much. It seems that this incident has dealt a heavy blow to them."

Paimon sighed.

"Yes, the reaction of the immortals was also huge."

"Ah, especially that Yaksha with four arms. He looked so tall and mighty. When he heard the news, I saw tears welling up in his eyes."

"You said, is the God of Rock really dead?"

"That should be the case. Didn't we see the Immortal Ceremony together on that day?"

"I always feel like something's not right. Just like what the immortal Jueyunjian said, who could assassinate a god without making any noise?"

"I don't understand it either, but it can't be suicide, right?"

Paimon said jokingly.

Unexpectedly, Ying actually frowned and began to think, "It's... not impossible?"

"Wait, wait, wait, what's the reason? Why would a god commit suicide?"

Paimeng found that Ying was really brave in guessing.

"...Yes, let's go back and find the young master first."

There's no point just thinking about it, so I'd better go to Northland Bank and ask him what he thinks.

"Well, let's go."

The big one and the small one set off towards the Northland Bank.

After seeing Master Wei telling him what he saw and heard in Jueyunjian, Master Wei also felt that this matter was strange. He told Ying and Paimeng to wait for a while, and he would find a way to break the deadlock and notify them when the time comes.

With no other choice, Ying and Paimeng could only be patient.