Genshin Impact, I'm Slime

In the backstage temporary warehouse on the third floor of the Golden House, dark golden fluorescent lamps hang on the top, and a large number of oil paintings, statues and ceramics are displayed on both sides. A pair of almost blood-red canned knowledge is suspended in the air, emitting dots of light. The light looks particularly weird.

"Any strange things that happen in the land of Xumi are all the problems of the Xumi people themselves. We foreigners have no right to interfere, but if someone tries to invade Liyue with the remnants of demon gods from foreign countries, they will have to pay the corresponding consequences. cost."

Zhongli shook his head slowly without changing his expression, his pupils reflected red brilliance like swaying waves.

"Then Zhongli... do you have a way to get rid of these two [canned knowledge of gods]?"

Paimon hurriedly asked, but Zhongli did not answer the little guy's question directly. He just sighed softly and looked at the slowly rotating canned knowledge with extremely complicated eyes.

"Knowledge itself is just information stored in the medium, and its essence is still intangible. If you want to completely eliminate its influence from the source, you still need the ability at the conscious level."

Paimon asked nervously: "Is there still nothing we can do?"

"Not necessarily." Zhongli's expression seemed to have been carefully considered, and his tone was unusually calm. "As I said, before the birth of the Void System, the human brain was the only container that could independently carry knowledge. These so-called [canned knowledge of gods] ] There is indeed a sinister aura, but if we don’t understand its content and then cut off the way it spreads, such as destroying the container in the cave, it shouldn’t cause greater disaster.”

"But if this [Immortal Invitation Ceremony] is allowed to proceed, this knowledge will become a beacon to summon the will of the gods from the earth's veins, and will be used as the nourishment to form false gods, and will be reflected unreservedly on those who attend the banquet. In my mind, I was watched and studied directly by the guests.”

"This kind of forbidden knowledge is enough to drive everyone who sees it into madness in an instant."

Zhongli looked at the traveler quietly. The originally human part in his pupils seemed to be gradually dissipating, and the heavy oppression from the gods suddenly emerged.

"Besides... Famas can also solve the problem of the pollution of forbidden knowledge. Just input the knowledge directly into his mind. After all, he will never know less forbidden knowledge than anyone else."

Zhong Li's words were surprising, causing Paimon and the traveler to ignore each other's cold expressions for the time being. At the same time, they stared at Mr. Zhong with wide eyes and curious eyes.

"For unexplainable reasons, Famas once made a deal with fate and served as the keeper of forbidden knowledge. He remained silent for decades and stopped speaking until the snowflake named [Chione] fell. ... His destiny has ended, but he will still bear this responsibility forever."

"Bad guy? Chione?"

Paimon hurriedly leaned forward to ask, but Zhongli did not answer directly. He just raised his hand and held it in the air.

A rich golden light quickly gathered around the two canned knowledge of gods, and gradually compressed into a smooth sphere that was only the size of a sunset fruit and shaped like amber, and fell into the palm of Zhongli's hand smoothly.

"If little Paimon is curious, you might as well ask him directly. He must not bother to hide it... But Famas and I are just variables in today's events. If no one handles this matter, how should Liyue respond?"

Zhongli frowned and thought while holding the ball in his hand, and subconsciously moved his fingers to intertwine them. When the faces of the traveler and Paimon showed hesitation at the same time, Zhongli remembered that the amber ball contained taboos that could threaten Liyue's safety. Knowledge.

"Ahem... I have used the power of the cave to temporarily seal these two pieces of forbidden knowledge, and just transfer them to Famas later."

"This matter is settled and we can return to the main venue..."

Zhongli looked around and confirmed that nothing was missing. He was about to take the two of them out of the temporary warehouse, but before he could finish speaking, there was a dull explosion in the direction of the banquet hall, followed by people walking. Violent shaking vibrations.

"There was a fight in the banquet hall!"

The experienced traveler immediately judged that the noise was caused by the collision of weapons and alien elemental forces, so he pulled out the edgeless sword hidden behind him.

But when the traveler looked at Zhongli, wanting to ask about his next move, his vision gradually blurred.

The badge on the girl's chest shimmered.

The traveler felt weak all over, everything in front of her had a double image, and her field of vision kept shrinking. Before her consciousness completely disappeared, what came into view was Zhongli's concerned eyes and Paimon's little hand reaching out to her. The next moment, the girl seemed to have entered the field of vision of others. Everything she could see was dyed bright red by the flames. The burning bookshelves, wooden beams, and silk carpets gave off a suffocating smell of burning, and were burned to charcoal. The human body is curled up and twisted, with rugged shadows scattered across it, making the scene like purgatory.

The high temperature and severe pain that can make the body melt burned the traveler's skin. The pain spread from the respiratory tract, as if the whole person was burning from the core. She was pinned to a corner with a huge force, and the intense and lingering pain Paralyzed to action, unconscious death seems like relief.

But in the midst of such a blazing, bone-eroding fire, there is still life as weak as sparks that is constantly struggling.

The traveler tried to keep his eyes open, but through the thick smoke and the growing flames, he could only vaguely make out a young girl curled up behind the burning desk.

She had inhaled too much smoke and called for help in a hoarse voice, but could not even spit out a complete syllable. Her strong desire to survive made her twist her body hard, trying to break away from the man who had already stiffened but was still holding her tightly. Arms folded in arms.

There were dozens of charred corpses scattered around the little girl, but not all of them were burned to death. Judging from the wounds on the bodies of the deceased, they had been dead for a long time before the fire burned.

With the immature strength of a child, it was a miracle that she could survive the fire until now. She could not break away from the arms of her long-dead mother.

An hour ago, a group of gangsters broke into her home and killed all seventeen or eighteen members of her family in just half a stick of incense.

The thieves acted carelessly. After the blue blade passed through her mother's heart and chest, the murderer did not bother to confirm the life or death of the baby in the woman's arms.

She lay breathlessly in a pool of solidified blood for a long time, and then there were the sounds of messy footsteps, and the sound of heavy objects being discarded on the floor of the room, a few barrels of kerosene, a handful of fire sticks, and within a few moments, the fire would burn everything. sin.

I still remember that it was the day of the Immortal Invitation Ceremony, and the streets were deserted. The girl's family's ancestral home was located in Yujing Terrace, only a few blocks away. It was robbed under the clear sky and in broad daylight, but no one was there for half an hour. Ask.

After all, that was the only opportunity to see the true face of the Rock King in the whole year, and it was more important than a dozen mortal lives no matter how you thought about it.

She was still young at that time and did not yet know how to blame all this on the gods, her neighbors, her political opponents in Yujingtai, the Qianyan Army patrol team who neglected their duties, and her own incompetence. The reason why she longed to be rescued at that time was as simple and fierce as the severe pain that was tormenting her——

revenge! Revenge against the "real murderer"!

"Even if there is only a slim chance, a slim possibility, the gods in the sky, if I can be rescued, if I can survive, I will definitely..."

The next moment, a strong and powerful arm held her hand tightly, and an irresistible force forcibly pulled her out of the corpse's arms. Then, the burned beams above her head were accompanied by a heart-wrenching sound. It collapsed with a heavy sound, burying her original location under the rubble forever.

There was no wind or smoke around the man who saved her, the heat was refracted and twisted around him, and the seemingly ferocious fire could not get close to him.

The child collapsed on the ground, unconscious. He vaguely caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a white robe embroidered with luxurious patterns approaching, and there was a faint scent of neon flower incense in the air that was only used in ceremonies.

"Kid, are you okay?"

A gentle and reverberating voice sounded, and the man who saved her held up the back of her neck with his hands. It was a pair of gilded arms with self-textured blood vessels, just like the arms carved by a famous craftsman with gold and ink jade as the base.

The girl used the palm of her hand to pinch the scalding hot earth beneath her body, but a heavy, angular object that appeared in her hand at some point stung her palm.

It was a god's eye that shone with a gorgeous golden luster, just like the lowered pupils of the man in front of him.

Just as the man was carrying the child out of the fire, the girl glanced in the direction where the traveler was standing.

At that moment, Yingmei saw the girl's eyes clearly. They were amber eyes that were almost the same as her own, but knew better about forbearance and disguise. The future owner of these eyes would be the current organizer of the dinner, Yin Yuan Hall. Supervisor, the hidden head of the Eight Sects...

Ninglan.

The story of stacking buffs and stacking buffs is almost over.