Genshin Impact: We have to find a way to abduct people.

Hearing a grunting sound, Sora and Wutong stood up at the same time, pulling Paimon to hide behind the wall.

No wonder this tent would rather clear all the stones on the ground than place it in a corner.

Next to a must-pass road, at the end of the long passage, a strange mechanism flashes a purple four-pointed star array, and spits out huge transparent bubbles. Everything it came into contact with was swallowed by the bubbles.

Paimon swallowed: "Why does it feel weirder the deeper you go... You two, you must be careful! I, I will follow you closely!"

The timing of the mechanism's activation is very regular, two, three, two, three, but the closer they get to the mechanism, the shorter the time left for them to react. Sora and Wutong seized the opportunity, waiting for the moment when only two bubbles appeared from the mechanism, and jumped decisively. He got up and jumped down the final pit.

Immediately unfolding the wings of wind, while slowly descending, the two found that the surrounding walls were full of spikes, and unlike the previous secret realms where they wanted to repel intruders, most of the spikes here were The orientation is all diagonally downward, more like a direction.

At the junction with the road leading ahead, the direction of the spikes is straight forward.

Wutong frowned, and tapped it with his fingers as he walked. It was brittle, and slag was still falling down, like an enlarged version of the silver star ore thorns in the snowy mountains, one by one, staggered on both sides of the stairs.

Suddenly, she felt as if something was staring at her. When Wutong stepped onto the last step, she turned her head sharply.

"Wow! What, what's going on?" Paimon was startled by the big movement from the other party, and grabbed Sora's cloak and asked in a trembling voice.

Wutong looked steadily at the path hidden in the darkness. After a while, he turned around and shook his head: "Nothing, let's go."

Several people boarded the final place that looked like a temple. The most eye-catching thing was the statue of the god in the hall that was wrapped with chains and hung upside down. On the huge sacrificial platform, there was a steady flow of black aura, mixed with a hint of ominous ghost. Purple, gathered in the palm of the statue.

Compared with the huge altar and the huge hanging statue, a small figure seems extremely insignificant. He lowered his head and looked over from a distance from behind, as low as if he had been decapitated, kneeling on the altar like a stone statue.

Paimon was so scared that his whole body was shaking: "This... seems to be a person! Could it be... the big thief? In this posture... is he praying?"

"That's...the Seven Heavens God Statue?" Kong squinted his eyes and saw the shadow of the Wind God Statue through the dazzling light.

"Why, why is the statue of the Seven Heavens... hung upside down like this... And, in the hand of the statue... I remember... it was supposed to be holding an orb, right?" Paimon swallowed nervously, his face small. Wrinkled into a ball, wishing to be embedded in the arms of Wutong with only two eyes exposed: "Now...what...is the statue holding in its hand...? Wow...it's so depressing...it feels very bad." ..”

The big thief Baojia was also motionless, looking as if he had returned to his hometown, without any reaction or breathing.

Sora frowned.

Unknown cause of death, extremely vicious environment...

It's better to leave here quickly and inform Sister Lan and Gan Yu of the situation.

However, before he could speak, there was sudden huge movement on the ground. Paimon's pupils were shaking, and his face turned pale: "Ah ah - what happened again?!"

I saw cracks like spider webs quickly spreading out from the four corners on the floor of the hall, and each crack was emitting a faint light, bubbling like an evil old witch boiling poison in a fairy tale. The gas rising from under the cracks was like elongated grimaces, howling sadly and miserably.

Being hit head-on by this scene, Kong and Wutong both held their heads and swayed, feeling dizzy and almost falling down.

"We can't stay here anymore, let's go." Wutong shook his head to clear his mind, hugged Paimon and ran towards the small door next to the altar.

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"Huh...huh..." Paimon clutched Wutong's clothes tightly, still in shock.

There was a section of the road just now, and there was not only the familiar four-pointed star mark I saw before on the ground, but also a mechanism that kept spitting bubbles.

When they were almost at the end, they had to avoid a three-string bubble that occupied the entire passage. As a result, several people were hesitant and failed to step onto the platform next to them before the floor disappeared, and they accidentally fell down.

Finally, Wutong called out his "helper" at the critical moment. The black snake flashed red eyes, rolled up the three people who were in free fall with its tail, and began to rush upwards, like a roller coaster, truly experiencing what it means to be excited.

This crappy place had been stuck once when she was playing in the game, because it was an ordinary treasure chest... But it was a treasure chest, how could she not take it.

Wutong stood up and patted Paimon's back comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

The little elf buried in his arms let out an aggrieved voice: "Yes."

After turning left and right and going up several flights of stairs, the three of them came to who knows which door they encountered. But unlike the previous ones, when it sensed someone coming, the door rumbled and opened automatically.

In the center of the hall, a monster with a human form and wearing black and blue armor, but without a face and only the color of water surging in it, stood in front of them, with his hands behind his back: "The secrets of the abyss cannot be pried into. You guys come here. You look directly at this. Then you should bear the corresponding price."

"—Condemnation, sent down by the apostles."

Wutong quickly dodged the attack that came right after he finished speaking a few words. He waved his hand to summon the sword and caught the blade.

"Abyss... Apostle?" Paimon skillfully found a place to hide on his own without hindering the fight between the two.

Kong nodded and kicked the apostle's face without hesitation: "It's the evil thing that Dyne and we are tracking down."

Hearing the familiar name, the apostle of the abyss tilted his head and jumped back a few steps: "Dain... Dain Sreib? So that's it. I thought you were just rats that strayed in, but you are also entangled with that person." He sent you to die? His resistance to the abyss has already reached a deadlock, and there will never be any new variables caused by trivial disturbances..."

"The abyss... is unstoppable!"

If it was just a test just now, then the current attack is completely deadly. The two of them staggered attacks and defenses. It can't be said that he is able to do it with ease, but he won't be pushed to the ground by the Abyss Apostle with a blaster.

Wutong moved his center of gravity forward and rubbed his back to stop his retreating steps. After stopping, he put his fingers together and moved back half a circle. Fully grown men wrapped their hands around a black snake as thick as that, tore open the space and appeared out of the air, spitting out letters, and locked their scarlet vertical pupils tightly on the apostle of the abyss.

The water blade blade in the apostle's hand flashed with starlight, and he quickly slashed out two shock waves and flew into the air. He also struck twice in close succession at the black snake that was flicking its tail and attacking. Then, after the slashing, he used the water blade on his arm. He sprinted a distance and avoided the snake's bite.

There was that sight that could not be ignored again. Wutong's blocking movement stopped, and she saw the apostle of the abyss seize the opportunity, the water blades in his hands glowed, and he crossed his hands and swung a cross-shaped attack straight towards her.

Wutong's face was so cold that ice fell from his face. After standing still, he raised his right hand from his side, with a hint of looming black mist, looking at the oncoming cross water blade, clasped his hands, swung downwards, and drew out.

A deep mark suddenly appeared on the ground, and blood-colored spikes protruded from it, instantly blocking the incoming attack.