The Weapon Master Will Never Die with His Bare Hands in Genshin Impact

Zhongli closed his eyes helplessly and shook his head.

"No, you can't hit a girl!" Paimon was a little worried that Zhongli's blow would be too heavy.

Although this Wan Yan is indeed a bit... hard to explain, but it would be a little more serious if he treated the fools like before...

"If you can get relief that way, maybe it's an easier way, but..." Zhong Li shook his head, and didn't attack Wan Yan, but said: "As a punishment, I will tell you the truth."

"What?" Wan Yan was stunned for a moment: "You mean, the truth of the matter is my punishment!"

Seeing this scene, Jia Changjiang said, "Miss Wanyan, I have been reminding you of one thing since before I entered the ruins..."

"You have been judging the events of the year based on your own guesses. Preconceived ideas and blind guesses. Now after seeing these two broken blades, you made a judgment without even taking a serious look."

"Reasonable belief is not this kind of thing that makes people so fanatical that they can't be themselves. What you believe now is just your own guess." Jia Changjiang said to Wan Yan: "You have always guessed that Morax killed You killed the Demon God of Salt, but the only evidence you can tell now..."

Jia Changjiang picked up the other severed blade that had been enshrined.

"If you don't know how to read it, how about I help you take a look?"

Jia Changjiang said: "We are here now. Zhongli is a well-informed person. Even if he hasn't said anything about this cultural relic, you will preconceive it as evidence that the demon god of salt has resisted."

"Ying and Paimon..."

Jia Changjiang glanced at Ying and Paimeng, who were standing aside with their heads raised, and was silent for a moment, then said, "They are better at treasure hunting, so let's skip it for now."

Jia Changjiang pointed to himself: "When Zhongli introduced me, he already said...I know a lot about weapons and the like..."

"You are so convinced that your judgment is correct?"

Jia Changjiang looked at Wan Yan, and asked her: "I don't want to be an unreasonable guest with you here, some people can't come back no matter how hard they persuade..."

"If you really want to know the truth, just grit your teeth and watch carefully no matter what happens or what you face." Jia Changjiang said: "Don't read the truth, you can't accept it, and then just do it. Run away, the world doesn't revolve around one person!"

"You...what do you mean?" Wan Yan looked at Jia Changjiang, still unconvinced and said: "You mean...knowing the truth is my punishment?"

"Yes." Zhongli nodded: "Knowing the truth of the matter, this is the price you paid for breaking the contract."

"This... what is the price..." Wan Yan was a little puzzled.

Ying guessed something: "The truth of the matter is different from what Wan Yan said, right?"

Jia Changjiang looked at Zhongli and asked, "Zhongli, can I speak first?"

"Yes." Zhongli nodded: "After all, this sword...is not the weapon used by Heulia, so it is more appropriate for you to explain it to her."

"Huh?" Now even Ying was a little surprised.

"Isn't it the weapon of the Demon God of Salt?" Paimeng was a little confused, circles of eyes almost popping out: "However, the two things in front are very precious things with the power of the Demon God of Salt... here is more expensive than before. It goes deeper than that place, this broken sword should be more precious than the previous ones, right?"

"This is impossible!"

Wan Yan shook her head: "If it wasn't the weapon of the Demon God of Salt... why would this weapon be broken? Why would it be enshrined here again?!"

"I don't know about those things, but this weapon is not what you said, it was broken by Morax during the resistance of the Demon God of Salt." Jia Changjiang said: "This sword... talks too much You should not understand, but this sword was not destroyed by the battle, but was broken later by someone."

"and……"

Jia Changjiang took out his spear from his system space, and poked it deeply into the ground.

"As a demon god's weapon, this Broken Blade...is a bit weak, not like a demon god's weapon, and even not as sharp as the long spear in my hand, like..."

Jia Changjiang said: "Weapons built by ordinary mortals and used by mortals."

"Impossible! If it is not the weapon of the Demon God of Salt! Why are these two blades enshrined in the depths of this ruin!" Wan Yan said unacceptably: "This is indeed the temple built by the Demon God of Salt back then That's right! The Demon God of Salt..."

When Wan Yan said this, she couldn't continue talking.

"No, Heulia is not a powerful demon god in the Demon God War." Zhong Li shook his head and said, "On the contrary, she is too weak, accommodating, and weak, and it is absolutely impossible for her to ascend to the position of the Seven Gods... ...loser."

"What did you say...?" Wan Yan seemed to relieve a lot of strength at once.

She wanted to continue telling herself, telling herself with what she had always believed in, that the words in front of her were not true.

But... the other party seemed to be right.

"During the War of the Demon Gods, the demon gods in the world tried their best to fight for the Tivat Continent, but Heulia chose to escape."

"Heulia gathered those helpless people who were in exile in the flames of war, and led them to build a town here, and established this place in the end of the world, trying to find the possibility of returning to peace with the demon gods."

Zhong Li looked at Wan Yan, and continued to talk about the truth that broke Wan Yan's belief.

"However, in the long years of war, there will be no end to [concession]."

Chapter 289 The Gentle Demon God

"Heulia lost all of her land during the war, and there is only one... which is the ruins, her last shelter."

Zhongli still used a calm and indifferent tone, saying some cruel words to Wanyan.

"And in the end, she didn't even have a sword that could protect her people and herself."

As Zhong Li said this, Wan Yan's legs softened and she almost knelt down on the ground, but Ying Yan quickly grabbed her arm and supported her, so she didn't fall down.

"Then what's the matter with this sword!" Wan Yan still did not give up and asked: "If this sword is not the weapon of the Demon God of Salt...why is this sword placed here?"

"Do you want to hear the truth?" Jia Changjiang said: "An ordinary sword can be placed in front of an item that has the power of a demon god..."

"In addition to the demon god's weapon, that is the weapon that kills the demon god."

Jia Changjiang's words struck Wan Yan's heart like a thunderbolt.

"No! It's a lie!" Wan Yan couldn't accept the fact that Zhongli said in person: "You are followers of Morax, that's why you say things that want to shake my faith..."

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound echoed in the room in the ruins.

This time, even Ying didn't have time to support Wan Yan who was about to fall. Jia Changjiang slapped Wan Yan's face directly with Jia Changjiang's outstretched palm. Wan Yan, a little unsteady, sat backwards on the ground.

"Wow... Jia Changjiang's hands are so heavy..." Ying shrank her neck.

This is not the first time Ying has seen Jia Changjiang slap another woman... The last time Jia Changjiang did this was at the gate of Mond Cathedral, and he slapped a lady hard.

This time, although Jia Changjiang's slap was not as hard as last time, Wan Yan couldn't compare with the lady, so he staggered and sat on the ground.

"Huh..." Jia Changjiang breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Wan Yan, who was sitting back on the ground, covering his face after being slapped by Jia Changjiang, who had just regained his composure.

Although hitting a girl is not considered a good behavior, Wan Yan was already paranoid just now.

To put it in easier to understand terms, it's the top.

Like a gambler who has lost a bet, with a bit of a shattered mood, he paranoidly believes in his previous thoughts.

At this time, it is best for someone to help her wake up.

A sudden slap in the face... would be appropriate.

"stand up."

Jia Changjiang stretched out his hand and grabbed Wan Yan's hand, pulling Wan Yan up from the ground: "Don't think of us as such, we are not interested in lying to you yet."

"What Zhongli said is indeed the truth, right?"

Ying asked.

"That's right, otherwise the truth would not be used as punishment." Zhong Li shook his head: "I didn't want to say such a cruel thing."

"Then what are these... salt statues?" Wan Yan stood there, covering her face, lowering her head, her voice slightly hoarse: "The salt statues they saw along the way, they saw What, what did they do...why, they became like this."

"Go forward." Zhong Li turned around and continued to walk forward.

"Whether you can accept the truth or not, the things ahead... will tell you what the truth is."

Zhong Li walked forward without looking back at Wan Yan: "Since you can't trust me, then go and see what happened with your own eyes."

In the end, Wan Yan still followed.

Only Paimeng asked curiously: "Zhongli, what's in front?"

"Ahead... is salt, and, betrayal." As for this, Zhong Liyan kept silent and just walked forward.

It's the salt, the oath, the broken word.

The same pronunciation has completely different meanings, which also... explains a lot.

On the next road, there are more salt statues.

They were running away here, as if they had sensed some disaster, and they were running away from the place they were about to go like crazy. It looked a little frightening.

And in the end, what appeared in front of everyone was a gate.

"Behind this gate, the truth of everything is recorded. This is what you want, and it is also the punishment you should bear for breaking your promise."

Following Zhong Li's voice, the door in front of him lit up, and then opened, and the dusty traces inside the door for thousands of years were revealed to these latecomers.

On the floor of the room, there were circles and layers of salt waves, leaving traces that started from the center of the room and exploded toward the surroundings.

And next to the central area, there is a figure, as if holding something in his hand and stabbing forward vigorously, maintaining this posture and turning into a sculpture of salt.

And around, there are many sculptures of salt that want to escape, all of them... are far away from the most central salt flower.

"This is..." Wan Yan looked at all this, her footsteps were a little loose, and then she knelt and sat on those grains of salt.

If that sword is the murder weapon to assassinate the Demon God of Salt, then it is self-evident what the salt sculpture is trying to stab out, and what is sitting on it.

"The continuation of the story is..."

Standing behind Wan Yan, Zhongli continued to tell the story just now: "Among the people of Heulia, some people realized that this benevolent, but weak demon god protects them in the cruel battle of demon gods." Not anyone."

"Instead of letting her suffer the torment after the defeat, these mortals who were sheltered by Heulia chose...to personally give her a relatively easy relief."

Zhongli's words made Paimon question: "But aren't these statues formed by the power of the Demon God of Salt? Could it be..."

"No." Zhong Li shook his head: "Heulia didn't choose to resist, no matter how weak the Demon God is, he doesn't only have these powers, but..."

"No matter how weak a demon god is, the loss of power when he dies cannot be tolerated by an ordinary person. Those who failed to escape have become like this."

Zhong Li looked at Wan Yan: "The people of the God of Salt, who have not experienced this disaster, went to Liyue to seek the protection of Morax. This is the truth back then."

"Then... who broke that sword blade..." Wan Yan knelt down on the ground, grasping the grains of salt on the ground with both hands, tightly in her palms.

"The descendants of those people were afraid of the demon god residue left by Heulia, and feared that she would cast an eternal curse on the traitors, so they risked their lives and returned here, breaking their swords and offering them, hoping to appease her anger ..."

"But how can this demon god who has never resisted until the end...have anger towards his own people?" Zhong Li lowered his eyes: "She...maybe she shouldn't have been born in that era."