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

As for the question of why the name was not reported and the name was not left.

Mandrill's breath was stagnant and he couldn't answer for a moment.

He doesn't know.

Maybe... Fushe has forgotten who he is.

After all, Yasha has never been a race that can survive well in peaceful times. Maybe they are attracted by the atmosphere of fighting and killing? It is not unusual for someone to participate in a war in the Strata Abyss after losing their mind.

They are proficient in killing...or perhaps, only killing.

In addition to confirming that Wuming Yaksha is Fu She, after this battle, according to previous speculations, this space will reflect some information in people's hearts. In other words, even if he is crazy, Fushe has been here before. Mandrill judged that the phantom just now was the mark left by the other party. This space restored Fushe's fighting posture, such a self-destructive fighting style...the opponent could not still be alive.

It's just that...this space can actually restrain Kanria's monsters.

But now, they still have one person who has not been found, so they must move forward as soon as possible without further delay.

the other side.

Wutong raised his hand to block the attack from a puppet whose arms were almost twisted to 180 degrees but could still swing a knife. At the same time, he turned around and kicked away the sneak attack from another doll that folded its body at a very unreasonable angle.

He bent down and picked up a few notes that fell on the ground. It was obvious that the handwriting was written by Qian Yanjun who stayed here.

Very important things must be kept well.

——It must have been a while since we separated from Boyang, Fushe and the others.

The clicking sound of joints was heard again. The tips of Wutong's ears moved slightly, and without blinking, her pupils moved from the words on the letter to the doll that was flying towards her crookedly again. Raising the sword with great skill, he slashed at the top of the hanging man without getting tired of it, cutting the threads that glowed silver under the moonlit night.

——It must have been more than ten days since I got separated from Boyang, Fushe and the others. But the brother next to me said, there are only three days... I don’t know who is right and who is wrong, and I don’t want to argue about this. I want to go home, but I can’t.

Wutong did not sheath her sword because she knew that these things would resurrect in the next second.

Sure enough, about a minute later, the limbs, heads, and bodies scattered on the ground seemed to have a magnetic force on each other, and they were connected together again under the invisible force, and then they were suspended by thin wires.

Maybe it was beaten to pieces by Wutong too many times, and I don’t know who is being lazy. At first the doll's head and limbs were still where they were supposed to be, but now they're just hastily connected. It seems that the only thing that needs to be ensured is that each body has two hands, two feet and a head, and the rest does not matter at all.

Wutong tapped his shoulder with the back of his knife, feeling complicated. He had many words on his lips but could not say them out. She is used to it now, but as a normal person who still has basic aesthetics, no matter how many times she comes, she is still not sensitive to this kind of abstract art combination.

More importantly, although most of these words were what she wanted to say to Qingqiu, she felt that she couldn't call Qingqiu now.

A woman's sixth sense - if you call the other person out at this time, she may not be able to persuade you to go back.

And inexplicably, she originally talked to the aunt and asked her if she recognized her. Maybe the aunt is annoyed? Anyway, several dolls suddenly rushed out from nowhere. Just like what is often shown in horror movies, the limbs are folded at an inhuman angle, and the body moves from walking to running to the ground and taking off. The neck seems to be boneless, and the head is about to fall off and be used as a ball for kicking.

And the weapons are not the swords, guns, swords and halberds commonly used in fights, but kitchen knives, sickles, axes, and even brooms and rolling pins... these are the weapons of these dolls.

The aunt was still clasping her hands under the maple tree and bowing her head in prayer. He was wearing burlap clothes and didn't have any valuables on him. When he came up to say hello, he could tell that he was from a rural area. His skin was wrinkled and dry, and his face was covered with wrinkles and spots.

Wutong can guarantee that he is a serious science and engineering student and builder. But things like facial features...she knew it was rude. But at first glance, the aunt seemed to be the kind of ruthless character who was extremely strong and careless. Once she had a son, she would look down on everyone equally, and her only expression outside was a frown and a cold snort.

Let this kind of person pray so devoutly. Wutong looked at the maple tree with leaves as red as blood. Even though she advised herself in her heart not to jump to conclusions based on the rural rituals and feudal ignorant novels she had read in the past. But it is inevitable that you will lean on it unconsciously and start to doubt the connection between the other person and the doll.

Sometimes she feels helpless and wants to take a photo and send a message to Mr. Yao thousands of miles away, so that he can help her make a judgment based on his thousands of years of experience.

Therefore, everyone who had just arrived at Wutong after turning Taiwei's instrument panel entered the door and saw Wutong covered in moonlight, squatting on the stacked body parts, tilting his head to observe an old woman with her head hanging down.

The opponent stepped on the chest of the doll that had lost its limbs, put his hands on his knees, held two long-haired heads in his left hand, and supported his chin with his other hand. The long sword beside him was like piercing a candied haws, stringing together the scattered limbs and nailing them firmly into the ground.

If you observe carefully, you can still find that the fingers of the strung arms are still scratching, and then make a tiny squeaking sound like nails scraping a blackboard.

As for how they, the newcomers, knew that this was a doll and not a scene of Wutong's unilateral killing of fresh human beings.

This starts with Paimon's scream.

After discovering that another intruder appeared in this space, those parts that had not been suppressed by Wutong, regardless of whether they were reasonable or not, were all combined together and launched a decisive charge.

As a result, what appeared in the eyes of everyone who had just entered the door was an unidentified creature that was spliced ​​together in an irregular manner, with uncoordinated hands and feet crawling all over the ground in the dark. It was extremely shady and was rushing toward them in a "Z" shape.

The level of terror is comparable to that of a big flying cockroach protruding its face and attacking.

Paimon hugged himself tightly and bumbled and yelled a dirty high-pitched sound, and the layers fell from color to completely white. It was extremely rare for Sora to blurt out a curse word. Yan Fei took half a step back, widened her eyes and raised the thick code in her hand.

Yelan, on the other hand, seemed more disgusted than frightened. She frowned and wanted to take out her eyes and brain and wash them thoroughly. Even though Mandrill was used to seeing evil spirits, his pupils could not help but shrink, and his hair would explode like a cat seeing a cucumber. The two relied on muscle memory or some desire to protect themselves. He flashed up with a gun and bow and started beating up the aliens.

All actions are carried out amidst the explosion of Paimon, and the scenes are extremely cruel.

After a period of chaos, the dismembered doll parts were also nailed to the ground by Puyuan and Ruoshui arrows.

Now looking at the sycamore under the maple tree, the other person is as beautiful and beautiful as a flower blooming on the bones.

The long hair is tied behind the head, and the ends of the hair hang smoothly at the heels. A maple leaf falling in the wind brushed the curled eyelashes from the top of the head. The phoenix tree did not hide and allowed it to slide down. The gorgeous red leaves are like a lover's nostalgic fingertips caressing half of the beauty's face under the moonlight, covering up her coldness and alienation, but adding a bit of evil.