The journey to Teyvat from the Abyss Mage

"Very decisive." The fortune teller seemed very pleased with Luo Mu's fierce killing. His voice was filled with a strange warm smile, and he continued to command: "Then let's continue."

Luo Mu continued walking forward as he was told.

The fog on both sides is like indifferent spectators, as if they are calmly watching a marathon runner who is bound to lose his final struggle with fate.

Not long after, Luo Mu was stopped by another Hillilman. This time, this Hillilman was much thinner and shorter than the previous one. When it saw Luo Mu, it neither ran away nor attacked. It dropped the wooden stick in its hand, ran to Luo Mu, looked left and right excitedly, and then it ran back to its original place and waved to Luo Mu, as if it wanted to play a game with him.

It's a child.

"I believe you have guessed it." The fortune teller explained calmly: "He was only six years old when the Kanreya disaster occurred. After becoming a Hill Culver, he did not lose the optimism and cheerfulness he had as a human child. He is the friendliest and most likable Hill Culver in the Hill Culver tribe."

Looking at the dancing Hilichurls in front of him, Luo Mu raised his sword in silence.

But the cold sword light could not be cut out.

"What? Kind adults can be killed, but kind children can't?" The fortune teller's voice sounded at this time, with no concealment of sarcasm in it.

Luo Mu let out a long breath, gritted his teeth, and the long sword sprang out like a poisonous dragon, directly piercing the throat of the hill man. His cheerful dance froze in an instant, the mask fell off, and his little life disappeared.

Luo Mu picked up its mask again and put it together with Luz's.

"Very good, very good, very good." The fortune teller's voice was cheerful: "Keep going. I am looking forward to the subsequent development more and more."

Continuing to move forward, as Luo Mu had expected, another monster blocked his way. It was a shield-wielding Hillichurl thug. It held up the wooden shield and pressed the shield with both hands, as if trying to block the attack for someone.

The fortune teller said that this was the leader of a hill tribe. He had been protecting his friends and subordinates since he was still a human being, and this spirit would last until his death.

In the end, Luo Mu still dodged its body with his sword, and beheaded it with a ray of sword light. Luo Mu's movements were as smooth and swift as possible, trying not to cause it extra pain.

At this point, he no longer needed to ask the fortune teller what he was going to do. It was obvious that he was going to kill his way through on his own, and the target of his killing would surely make Luo Mu feel more and more guilty and overwhelmed.

Not long after, a fat man appeared in front of Luomu. It was said that he was the "leader" of Liyue's black industry and had destroyed the youth of countless young girls.

Luo Mu's sword strike was extremely satisfying. Before the fortune teller could even finish his words, the man's huge pig-like head had already rolled twice on the ground.

Next, there were pimps, middlemen who introduced business, thugs in the industry, accountants, powerful people who provided convenience for them, unscrupulous parents who sold their children, and even some customers... Luo Mu felt that he had just wiped out a whole series of people involved in the pornography industry.

Next, it was the criminals, murder, robbery, theft, fraud... The charges were getting lighter and lighter. At first, Luo Mu could still defend himself by saying he was acting in the name of justice, but the further he went, the harder it was for him to swing his sword. None of them deserved the death penalty, and even if the most stringent laws were used to sentence them, Luo Mu could not swing his sword without any psychological pressure.

But he still swung the sword. Later, Luo Mu could no longer listen to the story of the man in front of him or his crimes. He just raised the sword numbly and swung it. The scarlet blood stained his white skin like plum blossoms on the snow.

Did you see that? Killing is that simple! What's the difference between killing a guilty person and an innocent person? Deep in his heart, there seemed to be a voice encouraging him. That voice was telling Luo Mu: All lives are the same. With one sword strike, the blood of a saint and a bastard is the same color.

Nothing is worth cherishing, just like no one has ever cherished you!

"People only remember to give a person enough honor and mercy after he dies, don't they?" As if sensing that Luo Mu had reached his limit, the fortune teller took the initiative to block the way forward. While letting Luo Mu sit down and rest, he spoke to himself.

"After you died, everyone remembered that I had a classmate named Luo Mu. It was all my fault that I didn't pay enough attention to him and made him feel lonely... My son is really great. I shouldn't have treated him like that before... I actually have such a student? I didn't even know him. Sigh, I was wrong. Then they gave you a wreath and certificate for bravery."

"Stop talking." Luo Mu lowered his head, the sword in his hand inserted into the ground, supporting his body. His voice was weak, like the slight gasp of a dying man.

"Wreaths and certificates will be placed on your grave." The fortune teller continued as if he had not heard anything: "They will bow three times to your grave, and a great man will speak at your grave: the bravery of this young man has not been concealed, and he has received the praise he deserves."

"But the truth is, they are just comforting themselves. You have gained nothing! They just do this to make themselves feel at ease. They don't care whether you really receive your praise. They just use it to numb themselves and make themselves think, 'I have done everything I should do, so I don't need to feel guilty, right?'"

"When you die, you have nothing. Only a belly full of false fantasies and new oblivion in this new world." The fortune teller was like a tempting devil. He whispered in Luo Mu's ear, teasing every inch of his nerves.

He is saying: Be angry, be fallen, join me, use our power to dye this world black!

"I say, stop talking!" Luo Mu roared in a low voice. He supported himself with the rapier in his hand and barely stood up. The longer he stayed here, the weaker and more tired Luo Mu felt, both physically and mentally. Even the system and Andumari had to fall into silence.

"Oh? Can we continue?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Luo Mu shook the rapier in his hand impatiently. His spirit and body were almost reaching their limits, but the road ahead seemed to have no end.

"Fortune teller, this time, I will tear you into pieces." Luo Mu said gritting his teeth.

"Very good, very good, this is exactly the momentum we need." The fortune teller said with satisfaction.

"Now let's take a look at the last obstacle standing between you and me."

In front of Luo Mu, white mist dissipated, and a girl in blue appeared in front of him. As the talisman paper fluttered, the confusion on the girl's face formed a sharp contrast with the astonishment gradually appearing on Luo Mu's face.

"What... does this mean?" Luo Mu asked in a hoarse voice. He was really angry at this moment. The dark sword energy filled his body. The floating murderous intent mixed with the strange sharpness made Luo Mu look more like a god of death.

The fortune teller wants him to kill Qiqi! ?