Jiraiya's Heroic Stories: Genshin Impact

When Bennett woke up again, he didn't know how much time had passed. Although his waist and ribs were still in terrible pain, he still struggled to open his eyes.

"Oh shit! It's a ghost!" Although Bennett was an adventurer and had seen many terrifying scenes during his travels, this sudden situation was really too horrifying!

When Bennett opened his eyes, the dim light revealed a person whose eye was missing and whose face was so festering and old that it was impossible to tell whether he was a man or a woman.

Bennett really didn't believe that the appearance was what a human should look like. Even the imaginary ghosts were much better looking than that. Especially when he appeared with Master Hu, it was even easier to imagine.

Have I finally reached the end of my journey?

Seeing Bennett retreating back in fear, the man smiled awkwardly and said, "Young man, you're awake. It looks like your back pain isn't that bad anymore. You're in good spirits. The old man looks scary, but he won't hurt anyone."

Just this smile, with a mouth full of missing teeth, looks even more terrifying...

After hearing the person's voice, Bennett realized that the person was actually an old woman, but there was no life in her voice.

"It was indeed they who saved us." Paimon's voice suddenly sounded beside him.

Hearing Paimon's voice, Bennett immediately looked around. Jiraiya, the traveler, Kurumi and the others were all there, and they were all concerned about his bed. Only then did Bennett observe the surroundings with peace of mind.

Bennett has become accustomed to the dim and cold environment. After all, the entire city is built inside the vast Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain.

As for the displays and furnishings...it can be said that the house is truly bare.

There were only a few suspended wooden boards put together that looked like a bed, without even the cheapest straw, let alone bedding.

Although it is not winter yet, this is the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain! It is snowy all year round. If you wear a little less, your skin will be frozen and hurt. How can you sleep?

No wonder the weird old woman and Wuku both had lavender skin. I originally thought it was a racial difference, but now it seems that it was simply because the weather was too cold and there were no cold-weather gear.

Under the single flickering candlelight, Wuku was clumsily pounding the medicine with a pestle, while the little girl who was rescued earlier was squatting in front of Wuku, staring blankly at the candlelight, as if she was a puppet with no emotion at all.

"Master Jiraiya, what happened before? Why did I suddenly faint?" Bennett asked Jiraiya who seemed to be still thinking about something.

Before Jiraiya could reply, Paimon flew forward angrily and shouted, "Those villagers are really..."

Paimon was interrupted by Jiraiya before he finished speaking. Jiraiya coughed a few times and interrupted, "The villagers are safe. Although you were attacked by those monsters, you have to believe me, Bennett, you have done well enough. It was with your help that the villagers were able to leave safely."

"Eh? That's not right..." Paimon wanted to say something, but was pulled back by the Traveler.

In this world, there are many things that do not need to be made public, and lies are not necessarily abominable. If you don't know, then don't know.

Bennett looked around, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

I touched my wound and it seemed like there was a strange plaster on it. The effect of the plaster was surprisingly good. Except for the fact that it still hurt a little, the wound was almost healed, but it was still a little itchy.

At this moment, the traveler took out the Flame Flower Puree Warming Patch, Fiery Flower Core Heater, and Explosive Flower Reusable Boiler that he had bought from Dolly from his space backpack.

He took out some warming patches and gave them to the old woman and Uku, then lit the heater and boiler with familiarity.

It should be said that although Dolly, this little profiteer, sells expensive things and loves to cheat people, he can indeed get a lot of good goods. After all, he is a black market merchant who is being watched by the Xumi Church, so he naturally has some skills.

"Mother-in-law, how many years have you been here?" Paimon asked as if he was a customer in a barber shop, forcing a topic to ease the silent awkwardness.

Just after asking, Paimon realized that he had asked another nonsense question. Not to mention that they didn't know how many years they had lived here, even if they had only stayed for ten days, Paimon would probably have lost the concept of time.

After all, when Paimon was trapped under the abyss, he had already felt the terrible life without day and night and without any concept of time.

As expected, the old woman just shook her head helplessly and said, "How can I remember this? Not to mention remembering the time, I have almost forgotten everything before I came in. Including my name, family and so on.

But it's much better than those people who perform human sacrifices outside. Many of them even forget how to speak.

Living is just for the sake of living. Of course, those who don’t really want to live would have already found a dagger. Time’s wear and tear on life is really unstoppable.”

This is truly a long sigh from the old man. It is hard for people to imagine how painful it would be to live like them.

Although the topic was a bit heavy, it did open up the conversation. Jiraiya looked at the dumb girl and asked, "Human sacrifice? What's going on?"

"Every once in a while, the nearby villages would hold a human sacrifice or ghost marriage. They would give a girl like this to the god buried under the tree as a wife."

The old woman said as she trembled and picked up the medicine that Uku had pounded and walked towards Bennett. At this time, Jiraiya realized that there were only three fingers on the old woman's palm.

But he didn't care much about it, after all, it was already the case. In contrast, Jiraiya was more concerned about why such a poor family could have medicinal herbs.

Although it was so pulverized that you couldn't tell what it contained, its efficacy was truly superior to all the drugs on the market. If it were back in Jiraiya's world, even a little bit of the drug residue would be sold at a sky-high price.

At least Orochimaru would like it very much. If it doesn't leave a scar, Tsunade might also want it. But Tsunade's gambling addiction and the buff of losing every time she gambles make her unable to afford it.

"A dead god changes his wife every once in a while? Or does he have to marry several concubines? It's really disgusting... Who is organizing this kind of wedding?" Paimon said indignantly as he looked at the dull girl.

The images of Wendy, Zhongli, and Ying also appeared in his mind. They would never do this! Paimon believed it so firmly.

The old woman applied medicine to Jiraiya and said hoarsely, "Who says it's not true? It's just that the body will eventually rot, so every time the body rots, they will harm people again and hold another wedding.

Those villagers have long lost their consciences, and they are very happy to see this. After all, this is the only time they can eat. As for who is behind this, it is not something I know. "