Genshin Impact: Zhongli discovered that he was stealing tributes at the beginning

Rumble!

Thunder suddenly sounded, and a heavy downpour fell quickly, washing away the remaining filth. The heavy rain fell from the passenger ship to the Nashi Beach in the southwest.

Kujo Jinya, where the shogunate's military camp was stationed at Kannazuka.

There is a conflict that can never be resolved between the people of Narukami, who believe in General Raiden, and the Coral Palace, who believe in the Great God of the Sea.

This contradiction was further intensified by the implementation of the Eye Hunting Order.

In order to fight against the rebels in the Coral Palace, Tianling Fengxing led the shogunate army to station here.

Wu Ye did not stop at the Jiutiao Formation House, but went straight to Tatasha.

Tatasha, the weapon forging center of the shogunate. Although Shanda's production has been interrupted by the war, the warmth in the furnace is still there, as if it is patiently waiting for the next opportunity to start at full strength.

At this time, a dark shadow took advantage of the heavy rain to arrive at the old site of Tatasha.

There should have been no residents nearby, but there happened to be a farmer who came here to pick song grass to make a living. He saw a ghostly figure standing on the edge of the cliff in the night.

The man wore a broad hat, making it impossible for others to see his face clearly. The sound of his breathing penetrated the rain curtain and floated into the farmer's ears, falling and falling together.

After a moment, the figure said again: "This is how people should breathe."

The farmer was afraid of encountering some ghost, so he hurriedly hid behind the rocks.

However, the ghostly figure clearly noticed him and was slowly walking towards this side.

Just when the farmer was frightened, there was a rhythmic sound of footsteps and the sound of bullets being loaded from behind.

The figure in the hat suddenly stopped and asked the man behind the farmer indifferently: "Who are you?"

The man did not reply immediately, but cocked the gun first.

"Should I call you the Stranger, the Fallen State, the Skirmisher, or Scaramucci?"

As he spoke, the man showed an honest smile and looked at the young man wearing a city girl's hat in front of him with gentle eyes. The latter had a round gold ornament "Thunder Element Evil Eye" hanging on his chest and a purple cloth bag slung across his back with a stamp on it. There is the heavy thunder pattern and the emblem of the Fools.

"Who are you?" The skirmisher's eyes narrowed dangerously.

This time, the man ignored him, but gently helped the trembling farmer up with one hand.

"Uncle, it's raining heavily. Come back to pick the song grass tomorrow morning after the rain stops. Of course, I picked some out of boredom when I came here. It's useless to keep them with me. You can take it."

The farmer took a large handful of song grass in a daze. He might not be able to pick this amount in a week.

Because singing grass often grows in areas rich in thunder elements, it is easy to encounter dangerous monsters attracted by the elements during the picking process.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, go home." The man said softly.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the farmer found himself back in his cold home. He originally had two sons. Since the war broke out, apart from him, the only one left at home was his wife who was seriously ill and bedridden.

After the farmer left, the man turned to look at the skirmishers.

"Who are you?!" Skirmisher's indifferent tone was filled with anger, because he felt that he was completely underestimated, and he hated this feeling.

"My name is Wu Ye, the person who killed you." Wu Ye said seriously.

"Ha! What a joke! A person who doesn't even have the eyes of God wants to kill me with a gun? Hahaha! He's just like a squirrel!" The soldiers laughed scornfully.

"Your name is Wu Ye, right? I don't know where you got my information from, but it doesn't matter... the dead will always keep their mouths shut."

"Overlooking the mortal world!" The skirmisher suddenly jumped up and swung a violent thunder light at Wu Ye.

"Don't worry, I want to talk to you before I kill you." Wu Ye stood there, looking at the stragglers calmly, letting the surging lightning fall on him.

"You alone are worthy of looking directly at me?!" The skirmisher flew directly to Wu Ye's head from mid-air, raised his right foot, and stepped on it hard.

An arrogant and violent thunder ball condensed on the soles of his feet, and the chaotic thunder elements wandered disorderly above Wu Ye's head.

The moment the thunderball hit Wu Ye, the roar falling from the sky shattered the rain curtain.

In the eyes of the skirmishers, the figure of the person beneath him completely dissipated, as if dissolved in the rain.

"Hmph! You have no self-awareness! You are a stupid person looking for death!"

"I told you, don't worry."

The skirmisher turned around suddenly, his pupils shrinking.

At this time, Wu Ye was standing in front of him unharmed, his eyes still gentle.

"I'm a very reasonable person, and if you're willing to reason with me, I might change my mind."

"It's ridiculous...die!" The skirmisher's eyes were fierce and he took action again.

However, this time, Wu Ye also took action. The death in his hand breathed out the breath of destruction, and the scarlet bullet line penetrated the skirmisher's right arm, interrupting his attack.

"How is that possible!" The skirmisher was puzzled, but he didn't feel any pain at all because he was just a puppet.

The doll cannot feel pain.

Wu Ye did not stop and continued to fire three shots in a row, piercing the important joints of the limbs of the skirmisher, causing the latter to collapse to the ground.

"You should be lucky that I'm just using a gun." Wu Ye said with a gentle smile.

But to the casual soldier, this faint smile actually caused an emotion called fear to appear in his silent heart.

"It would be great if Young Master Dadalia was here. If he saw this scene with his own eyes, he might be very grateful to me." Wu Ye sat next to the skirmisher and said slowly.

"Because if he was the one who released the demon god Osel, causing Liyue Port to be flooded by sea water and causing heavy casualties to the people, then he would have died before the lady."

"Rosalyn is dead..." the skirmisher muttered.

"Oh, are you sad about the death of your colleagues? I don't think so."

"For example, you won't feel regret for the death of the Five Thunderbolts that were destroyed by you and the death of the then head of the Kamisato family (Hitoto Ayaka's grandfather)."

"And you Fools are trying to expand the scale of the Inazuma Civil War, inciting hatred between the two sides, and gaining benefits from it. As the executive of the Fools, will you feel sad because of the civilians who died in the war?"

"Haha, maybe you will refute me and say, 'This plan was masterminded by the lady, and she is just the executor.'"

"Then you could have fished to save civilians from death, but you still executed it correctly."

"Look, the place under the black rain curtain is Ningshi Beach." Wu Ye pointed into the distance.

"You probably don't know that the word 'name' in the ancient Inazuma proverb means to be touched lovingly by the hand of the gods."

"But now, this shoal has witnessed too many battles and killings..."

"Forget it, there's no need for me to tell you this."

"If you want to kill, just do it. Why bother disgusting me with such nonsense." Skirmisher's expression was cold. He would rather die than be humiliated like this, but now he couldn't move and found that his power was completely restricted.

"Haha, disgusting? Where is this?" Wu Ye snapped his fingers, and the heavy rain stopped instantly.

"To be honest, I admit that you were a very innocent doll when you were first created by Thor. You even closed the hearth of the furnace to protect the surrounding residents and avoid greater casualties."

"It's a pity that this is all the doctor's plan... Oh, you doubt this?"

"Okay, for the sake of my good mood, let me let you watch a reflection, a reflection without my intervention."