Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

"Human...?!" A cold air ran straight down his spine from the soles of his feet, and Nanke opened his eyes wide.

"The most important step in casting the Nightmare Curse is to cut out the heart and flesh of the caster alive. If we accidentally fall into a dream, the caster will be trapped in the nightmare forever like us," Asase Hibiki explained, "Nan Ke, you have a lot of contact with people in Yueshi Village. Do you have any clues about this?"

"The Mongolian sweat medicine should have been given by the group of people who kidnapped A Wang. As for the nightmare curse, it should be..." Nanke frowned, "But we have obviously given her the antidote to the evil spirit, so there is no problem with the medicine's effect. right……"

Did something unexpected happen in the middle?

Nanke couldn't help but think of what the woman said when she left - "For the sake of the tranquility of Qinglai Island, I will continue to leave it to you to seal the thunderstorm."

The Qinglai people who kidnapped A Wang only wanted to threaten them and use their hands to increase their chances of winning the battle against the shogunate.

But the woman wanted them dead.

That last sentence was definitely a lie, not only a lie, but now that I think about it, it was even full of sarcasm and resentment.

If the thunderstorm does not clear up, the victims will eventually be...

It turned out to be the case.

Nanke understood.

The woman didn't just want them dead.

I also want the entire Qinglai Island to be buried with him.

"In that case, I will immediately take this letter and the evidence to see the Hundred-Eyed Ghost," Asase Hibiki watched Nanke's expression and said, "As for the person who cast the curse, I will leave it to you to deal with it. How about that?"

Nanke nodded.

Asase Hibiki picked up the bow and got up to go out.

"Miss Xiang!" Nanke suddenly called out to her.

Don’t you care about Seven Days Incense?

Nanke wanted to ask, but when he saw Asase Hibiki's cold expression when he turned around, he swallowed again and solemnly said, "Be careful on the road."

"You guys too." Asase Hibiki nodded slightly and pulled away.

The sun shines brightly outside the door, but Nanke's whole body is cold. He clenches his fingers and realizes that his palms are slippery, covered in cold sweat.

"The country collapsed." Nanke turned his head to look at the soldiers, his voice was hard.

"That's why, I hate all human beings," Skirmisher said calmly, "Now I know how ridiculous your so-called tolerance is?"

"Didn't you tell me that you should first think clearly about who did the wrong thing?" Nanke shook his head and said firmly, "We are definitely not the ones at fault in this matter."

"I will never repent." The skirmisher sneered.

"I'm worried about that insane child, so I have to go out," Nanke asked him, "Your injury..."

"I'm used to it." The soldier stood up from the table and cast an indifferent look, "Don't forget how fragile your life is. I can't bear to have you running around alone."

The nightmare curse was so insidious that they suffered torture in their dreams. The woman who cast the curse cut out her heart and soul with her own hands, and she must be dying and unable to get far.

The elemental vision could not trace traces of ordinary people. Nanke was walking on the beach under Asase Shrine and looked around, and suddenly felt an unusual breath from the waves surging at his feet.

There are evil spirits and ghost spirits, both of which are present, but they are both very weak.

The last time I had a similar feeling was with a woman and child.

But it shouldn’t be in the sea anyway.

Nanke bit his fingertips and soaked them in the sea water. The bright red blood was washed away and condensed in the sea water, like a flexible fish, swinging towards the distant sea with great purpose.

The divine ring appeared behind the skirmishers and chased after Nanke's blood trail.

After a while, he came back carrying something.

It's a corpse.

His whole body was pale and lifeless.

The skirmishers dumped the woman's body on the beach: "She was drowned."

Nanke walked over and turned the person over.

His face was haggard and pale, and the corners of his mouth were raised high, showing a peaceful and happy expression.

The drop of Nanke's blood was entangled in the woman's clenched fingers, and a small blood bud poked out from it.

Opening the stiff fingers, a small tuft of black hair was revealed in the palm of the hand.

The woman probably chose to terminate her life by herself, and she still carried a token of her child with her before she died.

What would she feel like if she knew that she could not succeed in the curse and was retrieved by the person she wanted to curse after her death?

Nanke couldn't imagine it. He only felt that she was hateful, pitiful, and pathetic.

People are dead.

Nanke picked off the blood dendrobium and crushed it into pieces: "The country collapses, let's go back."

"Aren't you going to see that insane boy?" The skirmisher tossed the body away and threw it back into the sea.

Nanke shook his head: "No need anymore."

Faced with the monster-turned-monster child, the mother still ate and slept with him, desperately seeking a chance for him to survive, but she resolutely walked into death with resentment as if she was at the end of her rope.

Something must have happened to that child.

And they no longer have the energy to care about other people's affairs.

The unguarded seven-day incense had long been extinguished, and Fuzi was squatting alone under the torii gate of the shrine, staring at the butterflies. When he saw them, he ran up with his tail raised and rubbed Nanke's ankle.

"Bedzi." Nanke picked it up.

The little kitten demon's golden-green pupils were bright and transparent, looking at her with confusion.

"Let's go back and wait for Miss Xiang." Nanke touched its little head and sighed.

That night, Asase Hibiki did not come back.

Nan Keku was sitting on the empty bed. The lamp on the side was burning quietly, getting dimmer and dimmer. She reached out her hand to stir up the lamp for the third time, and the room became bright again, but it was still empty and silent.

Fuzi was nestled on Nanke's pillow, curled up and fast asleep. Across a screen, the skirmishers on the other side made no movement.

Where is Awang now? Have you ever been embarrassed?

Have Asase Hibiki and Hyakume Oni reached an agreement? Why haven't you come back yet?

Nanke didn't think Baimugui would tolerate his men's kidnapping of Awang.

However, Baimugui is Baimugui, and Qinglai people are Qinglai people. The most he can do is agree to be the intermediary between them and Qinglai people, and help mediate. Whether it will work or not...it's hard to say.

The candle flame jumped again and made a very small sound. Nanke hugged his knees, buried his face in his arms, and shook his head vigorously.

Can't think.

Even if there are 10,000 worst possibilities, we can't think about it.

Because her ominous premonitions always come true.

"Can't you sleep?" The voice of a skirmisher suddenly came from the other side of the screen.

Nanke was startled.

She probably didn't make a sound.

"It seems so," Nanke lowered his head and looked at the bed, lowering his voice, "You can rest and don't worry about me."

"Come here." He said.

There was a rustle on the other side, and the position of the voice was raised, as if the stragglers were sitting up.

Don’t get too intimate in the shrine.

This was decided by Nanke himself.

But the empty night really made her breathless. Awang, who used to lie beside her at this time and chattered, and Hibiki Asase, who occasionally felt annoyed and scolded her with precious words, were gone.

The feeling that was stuck in her throat like cotton, ruthlessly stretching the nerves in the back of her brain regardless of her will, was like fear, and seemed to be there like a long stream of water.

It was very similar to the emotions that occasionally came over me before I reunited with the stragglers.

Nanke hesitated and looked at the screen.