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

"This, this is...a statue?"

Wutong wiped the neck of a Qiuqiu man neatly, and focused some of his attention on the two figures Wan Yan mentioned standing in a standing position at the entrance to the ruins.

Zhongli replied: "No. They are human beings."

"Ah?!" Clement took half a step back as if he had seen a ghost.

"These people are probably the believers of the Demon God of Salt back then." After Wutong and Kong had cleared away all the people in Qiuqiu around them, Zhongli led everyone forward.

Clement frowned and carefully avoided the stone statues, with goosebumps all over his body: "How could it be like this...?"

Sora observed a salt believer, frozen in a pious posture.

No, it could also be...fear?

And on the altar that looks like a table not far away, there is a container standing.

Wan Yan took a closer look and said, "This one is half filled with salt."

"Hey, it's just a salt shaker. It seems that the Demon God of Salt is a poor Demon God."

"As far as I know, it's not ordinary. Although it's only half, it's always only half - in other words, it's endless." Zhongli propped up his chin and looked at Clement, who had a look of disgust on his face and couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"What?! Even if I keep pouring it outside, won't the salt inside be reduced?" Someone rolled his eyes and only half rolled his eyes before changing his original attitude and shouting loudly.

"Exactly."

Wutong thought it was novel. If this thing could be given to Jin's father back then, would he make a lot of money?

Wan Yan: "It can produce endless amounts of salt. Sure enough, the power possessed by the Demon God of Salt is very powerful!"

"After struggling for so long, I finally found a treasure! This thing belongs to me! I just need to pour out the salt and make tens of thousands of bags, and I can make a fortune selling salt!"

"Hey! How can the legacy of the Salt Demon God be used for such a superficial thing!"

Zhongli raised his hand to interrupt the two people who were about to argue again and said, "If Mr. Clement wants this salt cup, then according to the contract, the next item belongs to Ms. Wanyan."

"No problem, no problem. Hum, how can there be something more valuable than this?" Clement squinted his eyes. He could already see how he would make a lot of money relying on this thing in the future. Very happy to accept.

Wan Yan curled her lips, and although she was dissatisfied, she sighed softly: "Since there is a contract, I don't have to fight with him..."

Seeing that neither of them broke the contract, Zhongli nodded: "Then, let's move on."

Everyone continued to explore and search deeper.

Kong was a little curious about what Wutong meant when he asked Wanyan before entering the ruins, even if the truth was not what she thought.

Although he could also see that Wanyan was different from ordinary Liyue people. She did not revere the Rock King Emperor so much. Instead, she had more unexplained feelings for the Demon God of Salt, Heulia.

They happened to be some distance away from Zhongli, so they simply asked in a low voice.

In the distance, Zhongli, Wanyan, and Clemend were solving puzzles. Because Paimeng was curious about everything around him, he also followed Zhongli, and would look back from time to time to see if the two of them were still there.

Wutong smiled and waved his hand over there. When he naturally lowered his hand, he put it on the stiff arm of the salted believer and slowly told the story.

"...In my hometown, there once was a man of great dignity. He was the most noble ruler in the world. He killed and robbed everyone, and achieved great success. But I was not born in the same era as him. I have no idea about his life story. , we can only rely on the mottled history books and the fragments of words passed down orally by the people of the later dynasties to the people of the previous dynasty.”

"Tyrant. Almost everyone said that about him. Almost everyone thought so for a long time."

"including me."

Wutong thought of the old teacher in the history class in high school.

The teacher is from Shaanxi, and he loves his surname, Qin, very much. And when they were first introduced during the meeting, the three-character name written on the blackboard, as well as the character for "Tou Qin", were also written very well.

When talking about the Qin Dynasty in the class, other teachers may simply teach half a class, but he said that he has selfish motives and will teach a whole class about this no matter how many years. He even mentioned that when he was a student, he once cried at his desk late at night while preparing for a debate about Qin Shihuang.

At the end of that class, while packing up the lesson plans, he joked that he might not be suitable for studying history. As people get older, they always like to regret something.

"But that ruler is not like that. The time given to him is too short. Before the people can see the benefits brought by the system, before the people can taste the rewards after suffering."

Sure enough, it was her short-lived and charming ancestor, His Majesty the First Emperor, who made the terracotta warriors and horses more beautiful.

"Just like a shooting star, it cuts through the night sky brilliantly. The surrounding small stones are melted by its high temperature into a complete and indivisible piece. It is used to illuminate the darkness after the sun sets, but it is also illuminated by a fire. After burning, all that is left is the absurdity on the ground, which dissipates into a handful of dust.”

The puzzle had been solved. Paimon waved his hands vigorously and shouted in a long voice, telling the two to come over now that they were so far away.

"You see, there may be deviations and personal touches in the stories passed down. Therefore, it is not only necessary to rely on the books and materials passed down from generation to generation, but also to rely on cultural relics and relics to restore and correct it. History and archeology are like this. Believe, inheritance , doubt, overthrow, remember, bear.”

Wutong raised his head and looked at the mechanism door where dirt was falling from Pususu's movement.

"Wanyan is a believer in the Demon God of Salt. Right?" Kongzai turned to Wutong to verify something before entering the door.

As expected, he received a positive nod from the other party.

After waving away the dust that filled the air and looking at the excitement hidden in the smoke while standing in front of the altar, Kong suddenly understood.

Now, he also wants to ask that sentence like Wutong, even if the truth is not what you think?

What will be done? Will you accept it?