Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

They quickened their pace and walked forward, passing one corpse after another, their footsteps echoing in the empty dome.

Finally, I reached the deepest part—that is the hall that has been salted. The steps, eaves, and dome are all full of gray and white salt flowers. Gray and white are the only color here, and the panicked candles also reflect the tragic white light .

"Do not..."

"No...no..."

Wanyan stands right in front of the hall.

Qing Nuoyan stared at her, and found that her cobalt blue eyes had no extra brilliance, and were so dark that they were almost dead gray. Just half an hour ago, these eyes were still shining with a proud and radiant light,

Her lips fluttered slightly, so black and white that it almost cracked, the tongue that used to be eloquent and eloquent to accuse others... Now it is difficult to utter complete words, and she just muttered to herself:

"no no."

The young man followed her line of sight and found that she was staring at a salt corpse with a strange posture. It was a man. Although he had been salted, he could vaguely recognize that he was dressed luxuriously, as if he was of a very noble position. Salt people.

He held his hands empty, as if holding a knife, showing a very strong posture, and stabbed forward with all his strength, his facial features were ferocious, and the corners of his mouth were clenched tightly.

Where did that knife go...?

Where is the weapon in that salt corpse's hand!

Qing Nuoyan knew it, and Wan Yan knew it too.

With trembling hands, Wan Yan slowly... took out the two pieces of broken knives from her bosom. She had carefully kicked the two pieces of broken knives in her arms, and even broke her oath to get them, because this is the God of Salt. The sword, but now, Wan Yan showed the expression of looking at the devil.

Horror, unparalleled horror...

And, dizzy.

Wan Yan fell backwards to the ground, and the two fragments also fell to the ground, making a crisp sound—Wan Yan moved away from the two fragments like crazy.

In her terrified eyes, the blade of the knife seemed to be still dripping with blood, scarlet and shocking blood, the blood kept pouring out, as if to drown her.

Killing the God of Salt was not the Fushe she hated, it was her proud Salt People who killed the God of Salt!

She is not the offspring of the proud salt people, she is the offspring of sinners!

"This is the blade that the Salt People used to kill Heulia."

Zhongli's calm voice sounded behind her, "Heulia's form and spirit dissipated, and the scene before her death was frozen here. The lost power of the demon god salted the rebels who hadn't escaped yet."

"The salt people were afraid of the curse of the demon god's remains, so they returned here, broke their swords, and enshrined them here, hoping to appease her anger left behind. But a god who is willing to be killed by the people...how can he curse them? "

There is no need for extra words, the silent scene in front of me is the most naked truth.

'Pursue the truth of history and restore the most authentic history' - is the motto that this historian has been talking about all the time, but now that the most authentic history is placed in front of her, this Miss Justice is unwilling to believe it.

Perhaps, what she is after is not the truth, but the truth that echoes the fantasy in her heart.

This devout believer, who was so devout that he could be called blind and fanatical, finally ushered in the moment when his illusions collapsed.

"Then what about Fushe... What's going on with Fushe, what about that sinner of Fushe?"

she murmured. "He slaughtered the salt people! He slaughtered the salt of the ground!"

Faith has been shattered, she must find something else to support her so that she will not fall, she must believe in something else, Fu She must be a sinner, Fu She must...

"I repeat."

Mr. Zhongli's voice became low, and he stared straight at Wanyan, "Fushe has never betrayed."

silence.

Mr. Zhongli said softly, his eyes moved slightly, and after a while, he said:

"On the contrary, Fushe may be the Demon God of Salt...the only [friend]"

Fushe is the only [friend] of the Demon God of Salt

Wan Yan's heart seemed to have stopped suddenly.

My heart was almost blank.

what.

what what what... what.

friend?

Friends.

Fushe is the only friend of the Demon God of Salt...!

"You call it a massacre, but it's more like [revenge], revenge for the death of a friend..."

Zhong Li's voice was low and low:

"The salt people he killed were all the rebels who participated in the assassination of the God of Salt and the superior ruler. Besides, he didn't kill any innocent people, because Heulia loved her people, and the floating She respects her friends."

There is another sentence that Zhong Li did not say out of his mouth.

At that time, Floating House was already on the verge of being possessed by demons and was already eroded by karma, but even so, he did not attack the weak and the kind.

"on the other hand."

Zhongli said: "Women, children, and the elderly who have lost the protection of the demon god need to seek the protection of a new god. It is he who wrote the recommendation letter and asked the remaining salt people to come to Liyue and give the letter to Morax."

There is also one thing that Zhongli did not say, that is, this letter is the last one Zhongli received, and it is the book he wrote with his last rationality.

In other words, it is Fu She's last [suicide note].

When Zhong Li received this letter from the salt people who traveled from afar, Fu She was already dead.

Zhongli still remembered the content of that suicide note, which was clearly the last suicide note, but he didn't mention himself, no greetings, no complaints, no regrets, the language was plain and simple, every word and every word was only... the people.

The people Heulia loves.

The people of Liyue.

The tone is more a letter of recommendation than a suicide note.

Rather, this is the man who was to Heulia, to the people, and to this world before he became a demon.

—The last love letter.

"He never betrayed. He deserved no one."

Zhong Li stared at Wan Yan who fell to the ground, stared at her almost crazy eyes, and said calmly:

"Wan Yan."

"He even thinks of you, you who are the survivors of the salt of the earth. Wan Yan, he is right of you.

Maybe, you can become a bachelor, you can study in Liyue carefree, grow up without discrimination and prejudice, you can join Yinyuan Hall as an official, you can stand here and insult Fu She as a traitor, All of this may be due to him. "

what.

It’s ridiculous.

All of this is, well, ridiculous.

Wan Yan murmured.

Zhongli said calmly: "Because he knows that people who betray their beliefs and kill the gods will find it difficult to move an inch in any country. Even if Morax accepts them, it will be difficult for the Liyue people to accept them."

"They may be excluded and discriminated against, and even the offspring of the crime will be despised - but you are not, Wan Yan, you are not."

Zhong Li exhaled slowly, he paused, and continued.

The voice was not loud, but when it fell into Wan Yan's heart, it was like a thunderbolt, smashing everything she believed in, and the outlook on life that she relied on for a living collapsed in an instant:

——"Because he made a new contract with the salt people."

The floating house swallows karma, and the floating house also swallows sins.

"All the guilt is on him. He killed the God of Salt, and he destroyed the salt in the ground. He asked the salt people to keep this confession, in his recommendation letter written in Morax , also wrote down such an unreasonable and stubborn confession!"

"This is the historical truth you want."

Zhong Lican stared at the trembling girl with golden eyes, and said the last few words:

"Morax did change history, and Float did change history. You're right, they did."

"They twisted the hero into a sinner, and half a month later, Fu She died."

Zhong Li paused, and said softly:

— "No one will cry for him anymore."

The rock-eating punishment is over.

不 ...

no, I can not.

Float...no betrayal.

They are the ones who betrayed.

They are the vile ones.

Float...helped them.

Fushe, took all the guilt, all the insults and all the spurning for the survivors.

And myself... enjoying the benefits brought by the floating house, but arrogant and conceited, but arrogantly believing in everything she thinks... and kicking with selfish 'righteousness', cursing at the benefactor.

How selfish.

Arrogant and selfish...like the rebels who attacked the God of Salt who loved the people 2000 years ago.

ugly.

She is not fit to be a historian.

This is the punishment of eating rocks, the cruelest punishment, destroying everything Wan Yan believed in in just an instant,

Wan Yan's heart almost stopped, her lips kept trembling, there was no extra emotion in her chest, only the hesitation and helplessness that would drown it.

She was trembling, her cheeks were suddenly moist, she subconsciously touched it with her hands, the touch was very cold.

what is this...

Wan Yan swayed, her mind was dizzy and confused, she managed to stand upright, she finally knew what it was,

Those are tears.

Wan Yanyi finally knew what the emotion that pinched her heart was, it was remorse, deep remorse, remorse engraved in her bones.

"I'm sorry..." She lowered her head, gritted her teeth, and said with a sob: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry."

"sorry..."

-

Qing Nuoyan watched this scene. From the beginning to the end, he listened quietly, like a spectator, without interjecting or interrupting them.

The stories Zhong Li told were not only for Wan Yan, but also for himself.

He was originally called Fu She in his previous life.

What a fool.

Qing Nuoyan turned his head away, he was too stupid, no wonder he would die, this kind of idiot would not live for long - and Qing Nuoyan thought that he was not an idiot, so he would definitely live for a long time.

This girl... cried so much.

Wan Yan seemed to be confessing and apologizing.

In fact, there is nothing to regret, it is just to be scolded after death, Qing Nuoyan will not care about the flood after death.

It's not about forgiveness, but it's not resentment either... Qing Nuoyan just doesn't care.

He understands his own temperament, Fu She... the former self must have died happily. This is a very handsome death. He himself thinks it is very handsome, so there is nothing to be sentimental about.

However, Mr. Zhong Li said 'this is the truth', but Qing Nuoyan found it strange.

Now that I think about it, the salt ruler and salt jar were found in the agreement, and "her" was awakened. The she in the agreement was Heulia, the demon god of salt. Logically speaking, the salt god should not be dead.

He still has to wake her up.

But in Mr. Zhongli's story, the Salt Demon God has passed away.