Genshin Impact: The Sharpshooter of Teyvat

Shao Yun didn't waste any more words arguing with this crazy guy. He just took out a bottle of moonshine from his backpack in silence.

He pulled the cork out of the bottle and poured the entire contents of the bottle onto the stragglers.

In an instant, the crystal clear wine quickly flowed down the soldier's clothes, soon soaking his lapels, and a strong and pungent smell of alcohol filled the air.

The bottle of illegal liquor was empty in the blink of an eye, but Shao Yun's hands showed no sign of stopping.

He threw the empty bottle aside, then reached into his Eastern Legend backpack and pulled out a bottle of moonshine.

Shao Yun twisted his fingers lightly, pulled out the cork, then raised the bottle and poured the moonshine on the soldiers.

Just like that, bottle after bottle, like an endless rain curtain, kept pouring down on the scattered soldiers.

By the time the thirteenth bottle of moonshine was finally emptied, the soldier was completely soaked.

At this moment, the scattered soldiers were completely soaked in strong moonshine from head to toe, inside and out.

His clothes clung to his skin, the wet fabric almost blending into it.

Drop after drop of crystal clear wine slowly slid down the corners of the clothes and gradually gathered on the ground to form a small pool of sparkling wine.

There was an extremely strong smell of alcohol on Sanbing's body. The smell was both pungent and pungent, and it choked him so much that he couldn't help but frown.

Faced with this situation, the scattered soldier looked at a loss, full of doubts and puzzlement, and asked: "What do you want to do?"

Hearing this, Shao Yun's face remained calm, and he responded calmly: "I have wanted to kill you for a long time."

"I've actually thought of many ways to deal with this, you know? Maybe I should just use a shotgun and shoot you, smashing you to pieces."

"Or maybe I could use a machete to cut you vertically along your center axis and cut you in half..."

Then, Shao Yun slowly stretched out the index fingers of both hands and pointed directly at the scattered soldiers lying on the ground.

Then, Shao Yun suddenly clenched his hands into fists. Due to excessive force, his knuckles turned pale.

"But, just now, those words you said made me feel extremely unhappy and angry! Therefore, I will never let you go easily, and I will never let you die so easily!"

At this time, the scattered soldiers had been completely enveloped by the terrifying aura emitted by Shao Yun.

An unprecedented fear surged up from deep within his heart, devouring his only remaining sanity and arrogance.

The soldier's eyes widened and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "So, why did you pour wine on me? What exactly do you want to do?"

Upon hearing this, Shao Yun suddenly opened his arms wildly and roared, "This is not ordinary wine, but bootleg wine! It has a very high alcohol content and is very flammable! Just a little spark can instantly start a raging fire!"

As soon as he heard the word "burning", Sanbing completely lost control.

He screamed hysterically, "No! No! Kill me! Hang me! Please, please choose another way to die!"

However, Shao Yun turned a deaf ear to his pleas for mercy. He just used the edge of his shoe sole to lightly strike a match. With a slight "sizzle" sound, the match head was instantly ignited, emitting a faint flame.

Shao Yun looked at the faint flame in his hand, an indescribable complex expression in his eyes.

After a while, Shao Yun cast his eyes on the scattered soldiers lying on the ground shivering, and said coldly: "You know what? A wise father once said, 'If you stare at the fire long enough, you can see all the changes in the world'."

"Perhaps, in the blazing fire, you can find a way to truly become a god..."

The soldier was so frightened that he was shaking all over, his breathing became unusually rapid, and with every breath he could feel the icy cold going down his throat and into his body.

He stammered, "You...you're going to burn me? Burn a god to death? You've got to be kidding me!"

Shao Yun was slightly startled when he heard this, frowned slightly, and really began to think seriously about what San Bing said.

After a moment, he nodded slowly, expressing his agreement, "Well, what you said does make sense... It seems that simply burning you to ashes is not enough. I really need to add some seasoning to this 'feast'."

As he spoke, Shao Yun reached into his Eastern Legend backpack and began to search.

With a slight sound, a silver coin suddenly appeared between Shao Yun's fingers.

Under the faint flickering light of the match, the silver coin flashed a dazzling silver glow.

However, for some reason, when the scattered soldier stared at the light, an indescribable feeling of fear and uneasiness surged in his heart.

Behind this light lies some bottomless, evil power that is enough to instantly doom anyone who dares to look directly at it.

That’s right, this is not an ordinary silver coin, but one of the thirty silver coins owned by the legendary “Thirteenth Person”.

Shao Yun held the silver coin that emitted a strange light and said to the frightened soldiers, "To be honest, I still don't know what this thing is used for."

"But since the legend says that the last person who held it committed suicide and went straight to hell, maybe today, it can send you to hell."

Then, Shao Yun raised the shining silver coin and a lit match in his hand, like a demon from hell.

He looked down at the scattered soldiers lying on the ground in a miserable state and said coldly: "Now, please go to hell!"

After saying that, Shao Yun bent his fingers slightly, and then flicked them lightly seemingly casually.

In an instant, the silver coin left a dazzling and cold silver arc in the air and accurately hit the head of the soldier lying on the ground.

With a crisp "ding" sound, the silver coins bounced off his head, rolled along the ground, and finally stopped where the ground was full of moonshine.

At this moment, in the terrified gaze of the scattered soldiers, a faint spark carrying the breath of death rushed towards him, and was getting closer and closer.

In an instant, the spark came into contact with the moonshine on the soldier's body and began to burn wildly.

The raging fire was like the fire from hell, wreaking havoc on everything around it. The billowing black smoke was like countless giant black pythons twirling and entwining in the air.

The skirmisher let out a horrifying howl and rolled back and forth desperately on the ground, trying to put out the flames in this way.

However, once the moonshine was ignited, the fire became extremely fierce and difficult to control, not to mention the "blessing" of the silver coins.

The merciless flames licked his skin wantonly, burning everything it passed into black. The scattered soldiers' clothes, which were originally intact, turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

His howls became more and more miserable, and in the end, only his throat could make hoarse cries instinctively. The sound was chilling, and it was hard to imagine what kind of tremendous pain an ordinary person would endure if he was burned to death.

However, just as the pain reached its peak, the scattered soldier's wails, which had been so loud that they were almost hoarse, came to an abrupt end!

At the same time, the scattered soldier's body, which had been twisting and struggling desperately, suddenly stopped.

The raging flames still licked his body mercilessly, but the scattered soldier no longer reacted.

There was an indescribable pungent smell in the air, an odor that was probably the result of something being burned to extreme.

As time passed, the raging flames gradually retracted their ferocious fangs and slowly went out.

In the end, only a body, completely charred as black and unrecognizable, was left lying there.

Shao Yun looked at the scattered soldier in front of him who had been burned beyond recognition, and a smile that was extremely cold and somewhat contemptuous appeared on his face.

When the temperature of the soldier's body dropped to normal, Shao Yun slowly bent down, stretched out his right hand and picked up the silver coin lying on the ground.

What is amazing is that despite having just experienced such a terrible high temperature baptism, the silver coin still maintains its original appearance intact.

There was no trace of distortion or deformation, nor was there any flaw or damage; on the contrary, against the backdrop of the pitch-black ashes surrounding it, it appeared even more silvery and dazzling.

Shao Yun nodded with satisfaction and put the silver coins into his backpack for safekeeping.

Then he took out the machete given by the devil.

As his hand raised and the knife swung, accompanied by a flash of cold light, the soldier's head, which had long been burnt black, was separated from the body, rolled to the side, and was picked up by Shao Yun.

After all, we need to give Yae Shinko some evidence, otherwise we won’t be able to complete her commission without any evidence.

Therefore, the head of this straggler is the most powerful evidence.

At this moment, the soldier's head was burned beyond recognition and the damage was severe.

If no one looks closely and identifies it repeatedly, I'm afraid no one would be able to connect it with the scattered soldiers.

Shao Yun looked quietly at the head in his hand, which was emitting a pungent burnt smell, without any pity or fear.

However, when the strong and disgusting burnt smell entered his nose, Shao Yun couldn't help but frowned slightly, revealing obvious disgust.

"What on earth did your mother Baalzebub use to make you? What's that smell? Forget it, go over there and ask her in person."