The Lost People of Teyvat

Chapter 205: A Popular Choice
Paimeng covered his head and carefully flew to the giant snake, hiding behind Ying: "Ying, this... is this really Chen Tianfeng?"

"Yes, it's him. I won't make a mistake."

Ying nodded slightly, her palm brushing across the giant snake's scales with a gentle expression.

"Wow, he's gotten so big!"

The little mascot was relieved, flew high up, circled the giant snake, and returned to Ying's side, looking amazed: "How did you do that?"

"This is Tianfeng's divine form."

Ying smiled and ruffled Paimeng's hair. After thinking for a while, he explained, "Just like the immortals in Liyue's legend, some of them are mountain spirit beasts that have attained enlightenment and transformed into human form. Tianfeng should be the same."

"Oh, Paimon understands! Just like Emperor Rock King has a beautiful big sister form, Tian Feng also has a giant snake form!" Paimon suddenly realized.

"Forehead……"

Ying blinked her eyes, always feeling that there was something wrong with what Paimon said, but she couldn't tell exactly what it was.

Paimeng continued to look at the giant snake and scratched his hair, with new doubts in his mind: "By the way, Ying, is Tianfeng a human who turned into a giant snake, or a giant snake who turned into a human?"

A smile flashed across his eyes, and he suggested seriously: "This...why don't we wait for Tianfeng to wake up, and then Paimeng will go and ask him in person?"

The little mascot quickly shook his head: "No, no, I always feel like he will go 'Awooo~' and eat Paimon in one bite."

The two of them gathered together and discussed in low voices. The topic gradually diverged and occasionally pleasant laughter was heard.

Zhongli glanced at Ying and Paimeng, and when he heard the topic "Can Tianfeng's giant snake and human form coexist", his eyebrows moved and there was a meaningful smile in his eyes.

If Chen Tianfeng's resurrection is divided into stages, it can be divided into four parts: the death of people, the birth of gods, the demise of gods, and the return of the dead... or rising from the coffin.

He was also very curious about what form the returning Chen Tianfeng would appear in and where he would be resurrected.

If the ceremony of sending off the immortals is regarded as another funeral of Chen Tianfeng, then Miss Ye Lan buried the human Chen Tianfeng with her own hands, and the traveler bid farewell to the divine Chen Tianfeng... Haha, I am really curious about his choice.

Will he return as a god, or crawl out of his grave in human form?
Zhongli chuckled softly, collected his thoughts, turned to Tartaglia, thought for a moment, and said, "When does Mr. [Young Master] plan to return to Winter?"

Tartaglia sighed first, then his expression became firm, as if he had made some kind of decision: "I'm not leaving!"

"……Um?"

"As long as I don't get the Heart of God from Mr. Zhongli, I will not return to Winter Solstice!"

Tartaglia said in a firm tone, this is the task assigned to him by the Queen, and he must complete it no matter what!
What's more, now that he knows that Mr. Zhongli is Morax, as long as he pesters him and follows him every day, sooner or later he will get the Heart of God!
This is what the people of Liyue often say: "Where there is a will, there is a way!"
"...Forget it, you should go back."

Zhongli's tone was normal, but Kadalia seemed to hear a hint of disgust in it, especially when she saw Zhongli take out the Heart of the Geogod and hand it to him.

Dadalia: "..."

No? Huh? Is Mr. Zhongli disgusted with him?

Tartaglia felt humiliated.

But the golden, glittering, and beautifully-shaped "chess piece" before his eyes was the Heart of the Rock God that he had been dreaming of. As long as he stretched out his hand, the task assigned to him by the Queen would be successfully completed...

Tartaglia had a heavy expression on his face and decided to accept the "humiliation".

When Zhongli saw him take the chess piece, he spoke calmly, "So, the contract between me and the Ice Queen has been concluded."

"……contract?"

Tartaglia was stunned for a moment, looked at the Heart of the Rock God in his hand, then looked at Zhongli, and finally reacted. His expression almost collapsed: "Mr. Zhongli and the Queen already have a contract? A contract about the Heart of God?!"

“That’s right.” Zhongli glanced at him, as if to tell him not to make a fuss. “This is a transaction based on the contract. That’s why the God of Ice asked you to come to Liyue to take the God’s Heart.”

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when Tartaglia looked at Zhongli, he always felt that he was actually saying, "Why, your colleagues didn't tell you? You are really pitiful." "So, I am the only one who was fooled?"

Tartaglia's eyes widened.

Zhongli thought for a moment and consoled him, "At least you completed your mission—and exceeded your expectations."

Dadalia: "..."

……

Jade Pavilion,
Ye Lan stood in front of the intelligence wall covered with intelligence. She glanced at the "new intelligence" that was not collected by her, then looked away in boredom and glanced at Ning Guang: "What do you want me to do?"

"Naturally it's an important and good thing, sit down."

Ningguang motioned for Ye Lan to sit down at a nearby table, waved to Bai Wen Bai Shi and the other waiters to leave, opened the teacup and poured a cup of tea for Ye Lan herself, and asked with a smile: "What have you been doing these days?"

"I took over the teahouse. Well, sometimes it's also a gambling house. It's very convenient to use it to collect intelligence." Ye Lan took the teacup, took a sip, and glanced at Ning Guang with her beautiful eyes: "Just say what you want to say. There's no need to lay the groundwork."

"You..."

Ningguang shook her head, her smile still intact, clearly not caring at all: "The day after tomorrow is the Immortal Sent Ceremony, what are your plans?"

"It depends on what you want me to do."

Ye Lan put down her teacup and played with the dice.

"Please go to the grave."

"Whose grave?"

"Chen Tianfeng's."

"..."

Ye Lan paused and looked at Ning Guang: "Reason."

"Mr. Chen sacrificed his life to protect Liyue, so Liyue naturally cannot fail to express its gratitude." Ningguang's expression became serious. "Grave sweeping is only part of it. After the situation stabilizes in a while, the General Affairs Department will collect opinions from the people and establish a temple for Mr. Chen to be an immortal."

"Have a heart."

Ye Lan's eyebrows softened a little, "Give me the list of people who will be sweeping the graves, as well as the plan, the necessary supplies, and so on."

"Just take your time. After all, you know him best and are closest to him."

Ningguang chuckled softly and glanced at her with a playful look. "Yesterday, I was bored and suddenly remembered that Mr. Chen had a Liyue household registration, which was done by you personally. So I took a look myself. Oh, Yelan, it is against the laws of Liyue to tamper with other people's household registration information without permission."

"As long as the person concerned does not report it, it is not illegal."

Ye Lan had a calm expression, his eyes lowered, looking at the dice in his hand that were no longer spinning: "If he has any objections, he can come to me in person."

Be it a dream or a ghost, as long as he can come back, then nothing will be a problem.

"In case, I mean just in case."

Ningguang leaned forward slightly and got closer to look at Ye Lan's delicate face. "If Mr. Chen really wakes up, what will you do? Change it back quietly, or try your best to hide it from him, or... make it a reality directly?"

“Nature becomes reality.”

Ye Lan glanced at her without hesitation. However, she had doubts in her heart. It was reasonable to arrange for people to sweep Tian Feng's grave during the Xian Dian Ceremony, and the time was chosen solemnly, but Ning Guang's performance always made her feel that there was something wrong.

This woman seemed to be expecting something...Ye Lan narrowed her eyes slightly.
Ningguang just smiled and said nothing more. But now, Ye Lan might have become suspicious. If she continued to talk, the "surprise" would be nothing but joy, which would be too boring.

(End of this chapter)