After being hit in the face by the system, I swapped bodies with Zhongli

The small golden cube didn't dare to use its own power to check the pale and thin body in front of it. What kind of problems and hidden dangers existed?

All he could see was that this body, now with a new owner, was even paler than when he met Yuan Zhuoyue before.

If the previous condition was the same, it might be caused by deficiency of both Qi and blood, and lack of essence and energy.

If it weren't for the chest that seemed to be rising and falling with great difficulty, and the body that was trembling slightly, the pale body in front of him would have looked like a dead person.

Seeing this situation, even though he knew that Morax was not an ordinary person, he couldn't help but feel worried about what he saw.

Morax did not respond to his words for a long time, and the little golden cube hesitated again and again.

He still forced himself to suppress the fear of "filth" in his heart, and moved a little closer to where Morax was.

He was about to call out when he saw that Morax, who had been motionless before, finally responded.

Morax, who was curled up in this dilapidated body, opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time, revealing a pair of memories with a small golden cube.

Those eyes were as black as ink, and it seemed as if one was looking into an unfathomable abyss when they looked at each other, which was completely different from the sharp golden eyes.

When the little golden cube saw Morax's actions, it almost let out a scream of fear.

But he also forcibly suppressed it. His many years of experience with Morax told him that no matter what the other party did now, there must be a reason for it.

He didn't need to bother, just wait for a result.

The only thing he had to do now was to control his words and actions and not distract Morax because of any inappropriate behavior.

The small golden cube looked at Morax and raised its hand to put its fingertips into the chest, where the wound seemed to have torn the flesh apart.

Then he turned his wrist slightly and dug out the flesh and blood, as if he was searching for something inside.

As he moved, blood continued to flow out of the wound. Even with the constant flow of water, his hands were still covered in blood.

The sight of the large amounts of blood gushing out made the little golden cube terrified. He felt as if all the blood in the pale and thin body in front of him was about to drain out.

But this process only lasted for a moment, and Morax's fingers, which had reached into the wound on his chest, seemed to have successfully captured something.

As he bent his fingers and exerted force, something like a charred vine was dragged out from the wound.

The moment the little golden cube saw this thing, it wanted to roll as far away as possible, but it still suppressed the fear in its heart.

Force yourself to stay here and accompany Morax, who is now obviously in an abnormal state.

But when this thorny vine-like thing was pinched in the pale and slender knuckles, it twisted continuously like a long snake or a centipede.

It climbed up the pale and thin hand, entwined and squirmed, and its thorn-like tentacles took root in the skin.

It was as if it wanted to tear the skin apart again and penetrate into this pale and thin body.

But then the hand that was pinching the charred vine glowed with golden light, and in just an instant, the still wriggling thing turned into a stone carving.

Then, those slender knuckles tightened slightly, exerting a strength far beyond that of this body, crushing the petrified and charred vines in the hand into pieces.

The residue was destroyed and immediately washed into the sewer along with the flowing blood by the water.

When the little golden cube thought that everything was finally coming to an end, Morax was still continuing with his previous actions.

He repeated the same trick once again and inserted his fingertips into the wound, but this time, it was the wound on the neck.

But in just a moment, the same thing that was constantly wriggling, like a charred vine, was once again dragged out from the torn wound.

Soon, this newly appeared vine, like its previous counterparts, turned into smoke and dust, was washed away by the water, and then entered the sewer.

Finally, after pulling out another charred vine from the wound on his wrist, Morax stopped his actions.

He closed his eyes again and leaned against the wall weakly, as if he was recovering the strength that had been exhausted by the previous series of actions.

But he still did not deal with the wounds on his body, which seemed to have torn his skin, flesh, bones and blood, and allowed the blood mixed with dark blood clots to continue to flow out of these wounds.

However, Morax did not make any move, and the little golden cube did not dare to say anything at this time. It could only wait for Morax's next reaction and measures.

But it was not until the small golden cube saw the blood flowing from the wound, which was stained with golden dots and then turned into flowing molten gold.

Still unable to help but speak, "Morax... Although her situation is rather special and has some connection with you, she is still a human being after all. The human body should not be able to withstand such a powerful elemental force."

"You can use elemental power to wash her body directly now..." The small golden cube asked cautiously: "Have you decided to give up on her?"

"...That's not the case." A somewhat hoarse female voice sounded: "The purpose of our coming here, in addition to clearing the [filth] from your mouth and preventing the connection between me and her from affecting Teyvat, is because I think she will be a helper to me... With her help, it will be much easier for you and me."

“…If it is not absolutely necessary, I will not abandon her so easily.” The pair of sharp golden eyes looked at the small golden cube. Even in such an embarrassed and weak situation, he was still calm and unhurried: “And I am just an incarnation in this world. The power I carry cannot completely eliminate the negative force accumulated in her body, which you call the [filth] force.”

When the golden little cube heard this somewhat strange voice, but with a very familiar tone, the panic lingering in his heart dissipated a lot.

Perhaps because the negative impact of this body was too great, Morax's voice sounded a little vague and weak when he used this body to speak: "The things you saw earlier, I caught from this body, like vines. They were the product of the accumulation of power in her body, hidden in her veins and flesh, and can only be cleared away bit by bit."

"I have never come into contact with such power before, so I don't have any effective means to eliminate it now. For now, I can only suppress it with force... I have no other choice, so I resorted to this last resort." At this point, he sighed slightly: "Otherwise... those products can be said to be endless and cannot be completely eliminated from her body."