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

Paimon was fascinated and enlightened. She couldn't help but sigh. She felt that Wutong looked much better than before.

The woman kneeling under the maple tree lowered her body at an increasingly wider angle. If Wutong thought that the other party was just praying devoutly at first, then under her long observation, she looked more like she was performing a crazy act. sacrifice.

After all, there were red and purple marks on the woman's body where the silk thread had been strangled.

Oops, isn't this more like the feudal and ignorant scene in the storybook?

Wutong stood up and spoke to the people approaching: "I'm sorry that my memory has brought you such an experience."

Sora kicked the ax away from the ground, and without hesitation stepped on the arm part that was trying to reach the weapon: "I thought this was a nightmare you had after reading a horror light novel."

"Hmm... As much as I want to say yes, nightmares don't seem to be presented in this space."

The fallen leaves make a crisp sound when stepped on, but as long as you don't pay too much attention to the unusual color of the maple leaves, they are no different from ordinary maple trees. Ye Lan raised her chin and asked, "May I ask, who is this?"

"The leader of the cult? The person behind the illegal sacrifice? I don't know." Wutong patted the woman's shoulder again and called her aunt twice, but she still didn't respond. He shrugged helplessly.

Cult? Sacrifice?

But it's not impossible. Combining the doll parts here, the woman's kneeling posture, the ominous maple tree... Since ancient times, evil and forbidden magic has always attracted the greedy and greedy.

Ye Lan did not retort: ​​"It is indeed possible. But isn't this your memory? Why do you seem to have no impression at all."

"Ah, this." Wutong spoke slowly, pretending not to know where to start, and thought seriously for a moment. He told everyone about the fact that he had lost his memory and was forced to have a "demon remnant" tied to his body.

At the same time, he backhandedly humiliated Zhi Dong and his executive officer, Dr. Zhi Dong, both overtly and covertly. However, the reputation of the Fools has always been bad, especially after the incident of Summoning Osel flooding Liyue Port, so when Wutong expressed dissatisfaction, the other people were very understanding and encouraged and supported her in her revenge.

Especially Ye Lan.

Ye Lan revealed that the jade bracelet she wore on her right hand was a mysterious bracelet passed down from her family's ancestors. They were originally a pair, but one was lost in a fight with the Fools, the Executive, and the Rich. However, as a counterattack, she intercepted the rich man's caravan and took away the exotic monster skin cloak that he presented to the Queen of Winter, using it as the raw material for this sleeved Xiapei.

Paimon applauded this. Although she was not a doctor but a rich man whom she had heard of for the first time, she could not help but be happy as long as the executive was defeated.

Finally, Wutong said that the reason why she traveled with Sora and Paimon was to find the memories of the past, and then follow the memories to find her way home. As for how to unbind the demon god's residue, just leave it to chance.

Half truths and half lies. Sora also understood very well and didn't make any unnecessary corrections, just nodded along. Paimon simply didn't react. As a child, the information she had only limited to "Qingqiu is another good helper for them."

Well, both in terms of fighting and transportation.

So in this obviously not a place for telling stories, the short explanation session ended successfully.

Wutong's addition of identity did not arouse the suspicion of the other three. Mandrill had seen Wutong's ability, and although he felt that the other party's description of the devil's residue was a bit too subtle, he didn't mind helping to conceal it. After all, "can control the devil's residue" and "can control the devil", no matter how you look at it, the latter is more likely to attract dirty things.

Time was running out and he had no interest in wasting time with the old woman under the maple tree. Wutong handed Sora the few handwritten notes he found. Then he stretched out his fingers and circled the mess at his feet, asking Mandrill, had he ever seen or heard of a demon with the ability to control puppets?

Mandrill recalled, yes, but when it comes to controlling puppets, it would be more accurate to say that the demon god amplifies the evil thoughts in human hearts through induction, thereby controlling human beings to carry out killings.

The world is full of surprises.

But the strange thing is that having such a dangerous ability is a troublesome existence for the other party, but the demon god's active time is unexpectedly short. Even the year-round mandrill was only heard of. It was spread by humans during the war, but then disappeared quickly for some unknown reason.

Ok.

Wutong has already read the notes given. One of them has a lot of content.

Boyang...Yelan felt mixed emotions.

This is the person who failed to come back, one of her ancestors. Moreover, the Qianyan Army mentioned in the notes should be the comrades of Fushe and Boyang. Most of the people who couldn't be found back then are now here.

Without further ado, they have to keep moving forward. The clues are gradually stringing together, and sooner or later they will know the truth.

Except sycamore.

Wutong felt like he knew the truth, but it seemed like he didn't. When leaving, I looked back at the maple tree, which was like fire and blood. In the windless space, the branches and leaves were still fluttering and falling. It will never fall, and it will never wither.

As they got further and further away from the maple tree, the fragments of limbs scattered all over the place stopped joining together and no longer moved. The woman knelt motionless under the tree like a monument. In this atmosphere, at a certain moment Wutong felt that even if the other party was not an illusion formed by this space, even if it really existed here, the woman would still be stubborn and crazy in the face of her every move. Don’t hear, don’t see, don’t speak.

"Sycamore——! Come on, follow me——" Even after experiencing dirty high notes, Paimon's voice was still strong.

Hearing the call, Wutong turned around without hesitation: "Here he comes."

After turning the pointer on the Taiwei instrument panel, everyone disappeared at the door. But Paimon's cry seemed to echo in the empty valley, and also sounded in the empty dead trees. Long and far away.

The maple trees, like fire and blood, rustle their leaves.

The old woman, who had never moved despite Wutong's many attempts, now arched her back as much as possible and slowly pressed her forehead to the ground like a clock that was about to collapse. The wrinkled, not amiable face revealed a sorrow that was painful to the bones. His lips trembled and his nose quivered, but from the corners of his tightly closed eyes, not a single tear could be shed.