Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

Chapter 191 The Undercurrent in Calm
After paying the tea money, it was already late at night, and the light from Heyu Teahouse began to diminish unknowingly. Liu Su, who had just argued with Famas, had already left, and only one or two waiters were still waiting to leave. This is also the way of hospitality in teahouses, never rushing the guests until the last tea guest leaves.

But Famas looked at Xiao Er who had blown out the candle and picked out the wick. If he allowed himself to drink tea in a dark teahouse, he might not be able to do it, right?

Sure enough, the hypocritical Liyue people.

Zhong Li had completely lost the embarrassment he felt when he was being pressed for debts. He put on a calm expression, got up with a smile, and led the two of them out of the teahouse.

"I'm going back to Xiangshengtang, let's break up here."

Dadalia tried to distinguish emotions other than indifference from Zhong Zhongli's pupils, but in the end it was fruitless. It was just like what the little girl in the Pastoral Hall said, Zhong Li knew everything but didn't care about anything.

"I'll show you a way."

Misunderstood, Dadalia said such a sentence, his eyes seemed to be filled with stars, and the blue pupils dangled happily.

"it is good."

Zhong Li agreed without looking back.

"I'll follow you."

Famas curled his lips, Ying should have found a place to live by now, anyway, it's still too early to invite Xian Dianyi, so why not follow the two of them to Shengtang.

The three of them walked along the market and passed by Beiguo Bank. Zhongli was more talkative than Famas imagined. Along the way, he introduced the two of Liyue's customs and habits, as well as which shops had delicious tea and exquisite dishes.

Although he has a mission, Dadalia is happy to listen to Zhongli tell him these trivial things that are close to the mundane.

Zhongli is barely learning to be a mortal now, even if he was wandering in the world a hundred years ago, he did not experience life with the mentality of a mortal. , Antique calligraphy and painting, elegant and profound, often make Dadalia, who knows nothing but fighting, sigh, and can only nod along.

Later, Hu Tao raised an opinion with Zhong Li, saying that ordinary people's usual topics are actually closer to life, such as talking about small things in the streets, whose cat is lost, the dog is missing, or there is another customer who can bury it.

Zhongli listened, pondered for a moment, then nodded, trying to pick up some common topics, this kind of Zhongli is more human, rather than a high god.

Dadalia listened with gusto, kept nodding, and occasionally threw out a question or two to lead to the next one. The three of them were talking and laughing as they walked, unknowingly, they came to the door of the Hall of Rebirth. With their different identities and grievances, they may still feel that the three are friends for many years.

In the dead of night, even if the curfew is lifted, only the patrolling Qianyan army squad is walking around at night in the market, not to mention the gate of the Xiangsheng Hall with carved and painted buildings.

The Pastoral Hall, a place dedicated to funeral affairs.

The name and the things he did make people feel unlucky, so the seats at the entrance of the hall are also remote, and the sun can't reach the door in broad daylight. The door is always closed on weekdays, and anyone who comes to the door has to go by the wrong door .

Of course, those who would take the initiative to come to the door would not have a good face.

But this Xiangshengtang looks bleak, but the decoration inside is not ordinary.

The square Yaksha statue is placed, and the emperor's dragon head hall is hung in front of it.

As long as the guests enter the Hall of Rebirth, they will be intimidated by the mighty sculpture of the emperor's dragon head, and they dare not show their atmosphere.

Although Zhong Zhongli felt uncomfortable watching his head being hung up, but these were trivial matters.

The most troublesome thing for Zhongli is the current hall master, Hu Tao, who is only sixteen or seventeen years old. He is quite eccentric and elusive. With the unique service model, there are always countless weird ideas waiting for him to deal with.

Forcing Zhongli to sometimes only work in the floating pavilion in Qingyunding.

The hustle and bustle of the day subsided, and only one window on the upper floor of the Hall of Rebirth remained lit for him as usual.

According to the meaning of Walnut, when people walk at the junction of life and death, they must also have a heart lamp to guide the soul, and the Hall of Rebirth is such a place to guide the way. When all the lights in Liyue Port are extinguished, people who have nowhere to go Following the guidance of the lights, you will come to the door of the Hall of Rebirth.

Of course, Zhongli had seriously opposed Hu Tao's unreliable idea, especially when he came back at night, no matter how he thought about it, he felt a little creepy.

Zhongli with arms folded raised his head helplessly, and glanced at the dimly lit Hall of Resurrection, where the wind was blowing, making Famas feel a little cold.

"I'm going back first, just send it here."

Zhong Li politely declined Dadalia's request to go in with him, and now he felt more and more that something was wrong with Dadalia. At first, he just thought he had found a tool to pay the bills, but tonight he heard Farmas tell Dadalia Ya's title, he always felt a little... indescribable.

"Okay, then I'll go first, Mr. Zhongli, don't forget the contract between us."

Dadalia greeted Zhongli with a smile, then turned his head and walked into the night, Famas stroked his chin, and when Zhongli was about to step into the Hall of Rebirth, he stopped Zhongli: "Morakes."

"Ok?"

Zhong Li looked back suspiciously, the light of the lantern was refracted in his gold-like pupils.

"The reason why gods are gods must require them to have indifference beyond the secular world. The so-called past is nothing but smoke."

Famas seemed to be reminding him of something.

Wear and tear is the punishment for the desire of gods. The powerful demon gods have ascended to high positions throughout the ages. It has never been foreign enemies who have defeated them, but the loss of self. The wear and tear caused by the law of heaven has turned the high gods into painful slaves. The more they struggle, the more difficult they are. look back.

Zhongli understands this truth better than anyone else. Ruotuo under the Fulong tree is like a mirror, reminding him all the time that if he takes a wrong step, this is his end.

After chatting with Zhongli all night, Famas discovered that the stone of Morax was still the same as before, even if it had been worn down to the point where he was exhausted, even if he was finally about to retire, even if he appeared in front of him , Zhong Li's eyes finally bypassed himself, quietly watching the only noisy port in the distance.

In his eyes, there is only Liyue.

Shaking his head, Famas turned and left, he was going to find the hotel where Ying's staying, and the gate of the Hall of Death gradually closed following Zhongli's footsteps, followed by a weird "嗤".

"Mr. Zhongli, you are finally back! Take a look at my newly invented paper money, it is cheaper than the original long money..."

(End of this chapter)