The journey to Teyvat from the Abyss Mage

"Isn't this what you have always wanted to do? As long as you kill this girl who has nothing to do with you, you can see me and even stop my evil plan. Come on, draw your sword!" The fortune teller's voice chattered in the fog, instigating the young man in black to kill the girl in front of him.

Qiqi's condition was obviously not right. Although her body was not restrained, she showed neither closeness nor the slightest hostility towards Luo Mu. She just stood there stupidly, like a stiff corpse, ready to be slaughtered.

Luo Mu clenched his teeth tightly. The rapier in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, weighing down his arm.

"Fortune teller, that's enough." Luo Mu lowered his head and said weakly, with a barely perceptible hint of pleading and despair in his voice.

His heart had been tortured to the point of being in a mess, and Qiqi's appearance became the final blow that broke his defenses. Regardless of whether he slashed with the sword or not, Luo Mu would not be able to easily get over this experience.

The fortune teller, the strongest time traveler in the world, knows too well where Luo Mu's heart is strong and where it is weak. Killing itself will not make Luo Mu collapse, but "killing with philosophy" can.

Who should be killed? Who shouldn't be killed? Why should he be killed? Why shouldn't he be killed? The fortune teller repeatedly used cruel thinking to knock on Luo Mu's mental defenses and bottom line of principles. At the same time, he used the most terrifying way to instill his own dark laws into Luo Mu:

No one is naturally unkillable. Everything is just a hypocritical transaction and trade-off. When the lifeblood of Liyue is in my hands, your bottom line and principles are vulnerable.

Look now, I'm comparing Qiqi to Liyue, will you kill her? What about Wendy? What about Bennett? What about Jellos?

Where is Ying?

Come on, answer me, where is your bottom line? Or are you just like me, a scum with no bottom line?

Killing to save others? There is no such a shameless logic. Killing is killing. What is the purpose? What is the result? Nothing can cover up the fact that your hands are already covered in blood.

"I've said before that all gifts are secretly priced." The fortune teller's voice sounded again. This time, his voice lacked the annoying instigation and inducement as before. At this moment, the fortune teller was like the frail old man on the top of the snowy mountain, teaching Luo Mu wisely and selflessly.

"You want to save people, this is the price."

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"You mean to say that Wuwangpo and the Salt of the Earth have traces of abnormal activities of the Abyss and the Fatui?"

In the Qun Yu Pavilion, Ningguang asked with a frown. In front of her stood Ying and Xingqiu.

"Yes." Ying nodded. Before Luo Mu went to Jueyunjian, he asked them to bring this news to Ningguang.

At this time in Liyue, the misty fog was still spreading. As soon as the few people returned to Liyue, they felt the strange atmosphere in the fog.

It’s not that Liyue has changed that much, but, in this fog, everyone seems... to have become very depressed.

Even the Qianyan Army, which was previously responsible for the defense of the city, looked listless, as if they had suffered a major blow.

A bloody massacre has just occurred in the darkness of Liyue. This time, Liyue Seven showed no mercy. All those who dared to interfere in the black industry were severely sentenced and punished. I don’t know how many people disappeared from Liyue overnight because of this anger that was completely without any political considerations.

For the first time, the weapons of the Qianyan Army were stained with the blood of so many compatriots.

Although all this was done in secret, the people of Liyue were not fools. They learned various versions of the "truth" from various channels. For a time, public opinion was boiling. People had no objection to the killing of the Seven Stars, but such a huge black industry had grown to such a level under the Seven Stars. This made people wonder: Are the Liyue Seven Stars really capable of ruling Liyue...

The public trust of the Seven Stars has dropped to the lowest point in history. People went from suspicion to panic, and finally to resentment and anger. Under the catalysis of the strange fog, the psychological changes that lasted for several years were quickly completed in half a month. Although Liyue remained calm on the surface, everyone knew that this was only the calm before the storm. As long as another sharp needle provoked people's sensitive and fragile nerves, conflicts would erupt in an instant.

When two countries are at war, the best way is to attack their hearts.

And if the news brought back by Ying and Xingqiu is not handled properly...

This is not a sharp needle, but a huge battering ram!

A barely perceptible light flashed in Ningguang's eyes.

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"call……"

In the fog, Luo Mu, who was almost driven crazy by the fortune teller, suddenly exhaled heavily, and his eyes suddenly became clear, as if he had breathed out all the resentment and pain in his heart.

"Qiqi, can you hear me?" he said, completely ignoring the fortune teller who was in control of the situation. He stuck the sword into the mud beside him, walked in front of the little Qiqi, and sat down cross-legged.

Qiqi did not answer. Her lifeless eyes were like two mirrors, faithfully reflecting Luo Mu's appearance.

"Don't bother, she is already under my control and can't hear you." The fortune teller said lazily.

Luo Mu curled his lips and smiled. He reached out to tidy up Qiqi's hair that was messed up by the wind and straightened the talisman on her forehead. Then, his eyes were attracted by the black notebook that Qiqi was tightly holding in her hand.

That was the most important thing to Qiqi, and it contained all the things she didn't want to forget.

Luo Mu carefully took it out of Qiqi's hands. The small black notebook naturally spread out between his hands. Luo Mu flipped through every page with a gentle smile.

"Mr. Baishu, give me the coconut milk. It's delicious. Go find the coconut sheep."

"Walnut, it's hot, I want to bury Qiqi, it's annoying."

"You need to do calisthenics every day."

"Picking colorful flowers."

"Pick the glass bag."

"Pick……"

The next few pages were all Qiqi's records of some trivial matters and Mr. Baizhu's requirements for collecting herbs. Luo Mu glanced at them and continued to flip to the back.

"There are colorful flowers in Wangshu Inn."

"Xiao, it's an immortal, cool."

"..."

"Luo Mu, don't be afraid of Qiqi, you can get close to him, remember him."

Below this sentence is a portrait of Luo Mu hand-painted by Qiqi herself.

This girl... Looking at the crooked picture of himself drawn by Qiqi, Luo Mu smiled bitterly: Do I look so Fauvist?

Turning to the next page, the last sentence reads:

"Go find the coconut sheep and ask Luomu to drink coconut milk."

Luo Mu wordlessly closed Qiqi's little notebook and placed it neatly next to Qiqi.

"Have you made up your mind?" The fortune teller's voice sounded very unpleasantly. He seemed to disagree with Luo Mu's sigh, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Yes, it's done." Luo Mu said softly. He gently stroked Qiqi's head again and slowly stood up.

"Goodbye, Qiqi."

The cold sword light flashed in the black and white mist, followed by a crisp sound, like a sharp weapon colliding violently with steel. As the white mist flowed, the thin sword stopped less than three inches away from Luo Mu's neck. If the fortune teller had acted a second slower, Luo Mu would have been separated from his head and body.

“In my place, you want to use suicide to avoid making a choice?” The fortune teller’s tone became more and more mocking. The rapier was broken into countless pieces by an unknown force in an instant and thrown into the mist.

But what puzzled him was that Luo Mu, who was stopped, did not have the slightest disappointment on his face. Instead, he smiled slightly as if relieved. His empty right hand slowly stretched forward, and a fiery red feather appeared in his palm. With its appearance, the air around it seemed to be burning and distorted, emitting various inky colors, making the environment around Luo Mu both real and illusory.

The fortune teller hiding in the dark was shocked. He suddenly felt that several spiritual threads he used to tease and control Luo Mu's spiritual body broke without warning. Something forcefully penetrated into his power comparable to that of a god, and forcibly pulled Luo Mu's mind out of his control.

All this started when he relaxed his mind and calmly deflected the rapier that Luo Mu was using to commit suicide.

"Xukong Wanzang, remember our deal."

"rest assured."

Luo Mu's eyes suddenly began to burn with golden-red flames, and an invisible force enveloped his body. While protecting him from the fortune teller, this force was also corroding every inch of his skin like poison. Golden cracks began from between his brows and gradually spread throughout his body. In those cracks, it seemed as if a huge firebird was trying to prop open this fragile body like an eggshell, break out of the shell, and achieve nirvana in the world.

"Mimicry? Yu Duchen, zero rated power!"