Genshin Impact: The wind blowing back to the starting point

The so-called reconstruction is actually reorganization.

It is to adjust the things in the space on the premise of ensuring that the space is still the same space and the functions are still the same.

Like here, perhaps because this time they weren't sleeping on the beach, the man couldn't be found.

So a group of people were reconstructed, replacing their yesterday's identities.

Of course, this was just an idea that suddenly occurred to Wendy, and there was no precedent for it.

"In this case, we may have to experience the festival again today." Wendy sat under the tree and looked at the few people who were as busy as they were yesterday. It felt like watching someone based on herself. The same movie.

"But based on common sense, we shouldn't just sit back and wait for death." Zhongli stood behind Wendy at some point and said to him very naturally.

"What do you think we should check?" Wendy turned and looked at him.

"That room." Zhongli replied calmly.

Wendy nodded, that room was indeed quite crucial.

So, after entrusting Ziling to Hu Zhai Palace and Yu Yu Qianyo, the two returned to the house.

There was no heavy fog at this time, and the two of them were able to take a good look at the house.

This house is not that shabby in appearance, it looks like a very typical Inazuma country house.

As they approached, the group of lying foxes stood up again, still smiling. When they looked at them, they seemed to be saying "welcome back."

The two of them went in and walked around again, and the inside was still the same as when they left, very ordinary.

Zhongli knocked on the ground with Guanhong. He was very meticulous and knocked almost every floor, but there was nothing like a hollow place.

Wendy also observed every corner of the house, but also found nothing.

"Is there really something wrong with the wind? Or is there something wrong with me?" Wendy looked at Zhongli with a complicated expression.

"I don't think there will be any problems with the wind, and I don't think you will make mistakes," Zhongli said as he stood in the house, looking up at the ceiling, crossing his arms and thinking, "I am more inclined to think that this house is like a aisle."

A passage connecting the two worlds.

Before Wendy opened the door, they were in another world, but after opening the door, they were here.

And if the world where the festival is held in front of you is false, then maybe another world full of fog and dilapidation may be real.

"So, the current world of this festival is like a world in a script, moving forward in a rigid manner." Wendy said.

At this time, he suddenly thought of a question. Since he was moving forward rigidly, what would the world look like if it was broken?

"Break?" Hearing his thoughts, Zhongli cast a surprised look.

"Of course it's not ruining it," Wendy looked at him with a smile, "It's just trying to break what would have happened."

Hearing this, Zhongli showed a faint smile: "It's a good idea, worth a try."

Since it is necessary to break through, the most direct way is to affect the progress of the festival.

For example, in the evening ritual of the fox delivering rice, try to find a way to prevent it from happening, or just delay it.

However, the fox is an animal and an envoy of God, so naturally Wendy will not make too many plans for the fox.

As a result, we can only put more effort into delivering rice.

This bag containing rice was embroidered by several embroiderers for days and nights before the festival.

If you steal the rice, you can refill it, but if you steal the bag, you can naturally delay it today.

I saw Wendy coming into the house quietly. He hid behind the cabinet and stared at the two baggers.

At lunch time, after they went out to eat, Wendy quickly put all these bags into Ziling's Qiankun bag and took them away.

Next is waiting for night to fall.

……

Although they knew that they would not be able to fill their stomachs after eating the food at the festival, they could not even keep it up until the fog came up.

But looking at the dazzling array of delicacies, Ziling couldn't help but bought a lot more.

Seeing him like this, Wendy had no choice but to say silently: "Children must learn to resist temptation."

While waiting, Wendy and Zhongli stood together again.

At this time, he had no time to play at the festival like yesterday, and there was always some lingering haze in his heart.

"Old man, I don't know what's going on. The closer it gets to the fog, the more panicked I get." Wendy let out a long sigh of relief, then opened Ziling's Qiankun bag, wanting to take out a bottle of wine to drink. Take a drink and see if it relieves your worries.

"Fear of the unknown?" Zhongli asked, thinking about Wendy's usual personality.

"Absolutely." Wendy opened the bottle and took a sip. "If festivals, carrying rice, bagging, and distributing all these are the rules of operation, then I have broken the rules."

After saying that, Wendy took out another bottle of wine from the bag and handed it to Zhongli.

"Rules..." Zhongli took the wine, but he was carefully tasting Wendy's words in his mind.

After a long time, he opened the bottle and took a sip, then turned to look at Wendy beside him: "If it is a rule, then there are only two consequences for breaking the rule, either success or punishment."

At this moment, Wendy is worried about the second type.

"Forget it, now that I've done everything, I can accept everything calmly." Wendy let out a long sigh of relief.

But even so, he still couldn't be calm. He always felt vaguely as if something was about to happen.

I don’t know if this is a premonition or an illusion caused by uneasiness.

Just as he was thinking about it, the time for distributing rice had arrived, but the foxes did not run down from the mountain. The man came down instead.

He bowed and apologized to everyone, telling everyone that the rice distribution ceremony might not be held this year.

But I also figured out a way. In the past years, the bags were still in your homes. Put these bags away and borrow them temporarily this year, so that you can postpone urgent needs.

As a result, what was supposed to be a rice-delivering ceremony by the fox instantly turned into a bag-collecting ceremony.

Looking at this situation, Wendy frowned: "Old man, this should be considered a breakthrough, right?"

"Based on universal rationality, it should be considered so."

"But there's no response from this world." Wendy muttered to herself in confusion.

It's like everything is rationalized.

He was obviously breaking the rules and acting outside the rules, but the situation at this moment was as if Wendy's behavior had become part of this world.

Just when he couldn't figure it out, the fog came rushing in like a scourge.

After the night before, they knew they couldn't escape, so they just stood there and waited.

But the moment the mist enveloped Wendy, he suddenly lost consciousness.

……

In the early morning, the sunlight tore a hole in the fog like a sharp blade, and then slowly disintegrated the fog.

The lively sound woke the boy up. He slowly opened his eyes and found that he was in a rice wife's house.

The young man sat up from the ground, his hair spread freely, and his whole person seemed to be in a relaxed state.

After sitting for a long time, he looked down at his bandaged hands, and then looked up at the ceiling. At this moment, he felt like he was in another world, and his mind seemed to have temporarily lost his memory.

At this moment, a little girl opened the door and ran in. Looking at the boy's appearance, she asked doubtfully: "Huh? Why is my brother in a daze when he wakes up?"

The young man was still relaxing and murmured: "I seem to have had a very long dream."