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

——Qing Nuoyan stared at this believer, thinking involuntarily, what is the demon god of salt in her heart like?

It must be very powerful, a strong contender for the ruling position in the world, and maybe very good at war, so Morax would be afraid to send Fushe to assassinate it-this is the definition of the god of salt in her mind.

But maybe, that's just the God of Salt in her heart.

Qing Nuoyan flashed this inexplicable thought:

Mortals are always very good at defining, impressing, constantly constructing, and believing in their own imaginations, so they are very good at 'creating gods'.

"as punishment."

Zhongli's voice was very steady and peaceful, echoing in the empty ruins, "Wan Yan, I will tell you the truth—this is punishment. And Qing Nuoyan, do you agree with me telling her?"

Telling the truth is punishment?

Qing Nuoyan was surprised.

But what was even more surprising was why Zhongli asked for his own opinion?

Do you even need your own consent...?

Zhongli watched him calmly, Qing Nuoyan responded subconsciously: "Speak."

"Wan Yan, you still need to make a new contract with me."

Zhongli's voice was not high, but his words carried the meaning of being undeniable, "That is, what I heard next... can't be spread."

But when he said this, his eyes lowered.

inexplicably.

Qing Nuoyan felt that Mr. Zhongli seemed to be very contradictory - there was a contradiction between the content of his words and his inner desire.

There was no sign of heart palpitations in Wan Yan's heart. She seemed to have expected something, but she couldn't detect it. She missed all the contradictions, because her emotions had been wrapped up by almost blind beliefs.

She raised her head, stared at Mr. Zhongli, and said:

"If you know the truth, tell me the truth!"

Sure enough, Zhongli must know something, yes, yes.

Wan Yan should have thought of it a long time ago. He knows the mechanism of the salt in the ground so well that he can even predict what the next ancient relic will be...

Coupled with the previous performances, there is no need to doubt, he must be an insider!

Can't spread it?

Is it because he is afraid of damaging the reputation of Immortal Liyue...?

This is already 300 taels of silver here.

Wan Yan was fed up with Li Yueren's hypocrisy, she stared straight at Zhong Li, "Tell me the truth!"

The world fell silent.

The sound of wind blowing over the grass, the sound of iron filings falling off the bronze door, the sound of water dripping from the dome—all sounds were filtered out.

It fell into a long, long silence, and everyone was staring at Mr. Zhongli.

Finally, he spoke, the voice was not high, but it fell into Wan Yan's heart, but it was as heavy as a thousand weights.

"The history of Liyue was indeed tampered with by Morax..."

He said so.

Liyue's history was indeed tampered with by Morax.

These words echoed in Wan Yan's ears for a long time.

The big stone in my heart fell to the ground.

The emotion that rose as the stone fell was the ecstasy of fulfilled wishes, the light in her eyes became brighter and brighter, she was right, her research was right, they were right, all efforts seemed to be at this moment In return, Morax has revised history!

"Our research is correct, the evidence is correct, and sure enough, it's true..."

She murmured: "The God of Salt was indeed assassinated by Fu She, and all this was concealed by the Liyue immortals..."

Before she finished speaking, Zhongli said the next sentence:

"but."

"Heulia was killed by Fushe."

Zhong Li spoke slowly, his voice as calm as a rock,

"——it was fabricated by Morax, at the appointment of his friend."

"Teng Snake Generalissimo Fu She, never betrayed."

Although he was talking to Wanyan, his eyes were on Qing Nuoyan. Qing Nuoyan couldn't understand the meaning of that gaze. This was the first time Zhongli showed emotion. Those golden eyes flowed like golden lakes. Complicated and sad vortex.

Is that... sorry?

Qing Nuoyan couldn't read, the only thing he could do was to smile and wave his hand to show that I had forgotten everything, and I didn't care.

...

what.

silence.

impossible.

Wan Yan was stunned, what, what, impossible, there was only a large blank in the brain, and the joy that had already welled up in the brain seemed to be held back by a big hand.

The big hand was so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

Isn't Fu She a sinner?

How could Fu She not be a sinner!

"Impossible." She stared at Zhongli with blood in her eyes, "You are lying! You are deceiving me!"

"The immortals of Liyue never concealed it. On the contrary, they were the ones who were deceived."

Zhongli said in a low voice:

"You may have... found some evidence from the archaeological remains, but in fact, the evidence to support you was also deliberately fabricated by Moraxe. The purpose is to make... the immortals believe that Fushe is a sinner."

Everything was denied.

"How did the God of Salt die!" She gritted her teeth and pointed at the two broken swords, "How do you explain the two swords that the Demon God of Salt used!"

"I never said that." Zhong Li said softly, "This is the sword of the Demon God of Salt."

what...?

"On the contrary, this sword belongs to human beings." His voice was very peaceful, but it sounded like a needle in Wan Yan's ear, "This is the man who is the salt of the earth, a citizen of the God of Salt, and the sword he holds .”

A sentence is sharper than a sentence.

"And they used this sword," Zhong Li paused, "killed their god!"

Shocked.

"You are lying, how could mortals, how could we..." Wan Yan took half a step back, "How could we kill the mighty Heulia?"

"That's just your imaginary Heulia. You're just believing in the god you imagined."

The clock is far away,

"On the contrary, she is too weak—too accommodating and too weak. She is the loser who is absolutely impossible to ascend to the position of the Seven Gods. In the war of demon gods, she chose to avoid. She was afraid of losing her people, so she blindly In the end, she was killed by her own people."

"Then, Fu She, how to explain the matter of Fu She!"

Wan Yan stared at Zhong Li, "That criminal, why did he accept this crime!"

"Because." Zhong Li looked at her, his voice was low, and he said seriously:

——"That sinner is stupid and stubborn."

"He's always been like that."

Qing Nuoyan was startled.

The way Zhongli spoke was very serious, and he was obviously unsmiling on weekdays, always maintaining his demeanor, but when he mentioned that sinful fairy, he shook his head slightly, and there seemed to be a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.

It looked like he really couldn't do anything about it.

Wan Yan bit her lip.

Lies, it's all lies.

Years of belief cannot be broken because of Zhongli's words, it must be a lie, Zhongli is deceiving me, yes, he is also a follower of Morax, all this is a lie!

Wan Yan seemed to understand something, she put the two cut swords into her arms, "...you want to confuse my confidence in the gods!"

She decisively made such a judgment, turned around, protected the broken sword, and ran out of the bronze door as if fleeing, and ran far away.

"Mr. Zhongli...this punishment of eating rocks is a bit harsh."

Qing Nuoyan stared at her receding back, thinking that this is much better than eating stones...

But in fact, Qing Nuoyan also had many shocks in his heart, and there were also many questions he wanted to ask.

Although he said he didn't care about the past life, but...

Sure enough, I still care a little bit.

The teenager's idea is actually very simple,

If, in his previous life, he wasn't a sinner, a villain hated by everyone...he didn't hurt them in his previous life.

Could it be that...they could become true friends with Mandrill and the others.

That was really, really good.

Qing Nuoyan looked up at Mr. Zhongli, feeling an inexplicable illusion in his heart—it seemed that Mr. Zhongli was not only telling Wanyan, but also telling him.

It seems that Zhongli wants to tell him: friend, you have never betrayed.

"A contract is a contract and cannot be violated." Zhong Li shook his head and explained: "Also, even if I don't tell her, she will know sooner or later. It's not bad to have preparations in advance."

He stared into the depths of the ruins, "Because if we continue to move forward, there... I'm afraid there will be [truth] that she has to accept no matter what."

ps1:

This chapter is also Chapter 2.5!So it's not trash!

By the way, there are two or three sentences that are the original lines of Yuanshen, but I don't charge for the word count of those few sentences, so don't talk about my word count!

ps2: Wow, stiff neck is so uncomfortable

Volume 87: Chapter [-] "Sorry, sorry..."

what is this.

Qingnuoyan didn't know what he saw along the way... what it was.

It looks like a marble statue, but the texture is not stone, without the texture and reflection of stone.

Thin grains stack to give their shape.

The pure white torso, the distorted and painful facial features, the struggling palms stretched forward, the ferocious look, the arched meridians...all of these are forever frozen in the depths of the ruins.

Is that salt...salt?

He tentatively touched those 'statues', but he didn't know that as soon as he touched them, the first snow that melted instantly collapsed in an instant, and the crystal grains scattered in the air, flashing this gloomy light.

This is salt, Qing Nuoyan rubbed the grains on his fingertips, he frowned slightly, and looked forward.

On the long and long ancient road, there are more salt sculptures standing, like human-shaped tombstones made of salt one after another. Those tombstones extend to the depths of the ruins without end. The surrounding atmosphere is strange and dead, filled with a gloomy atmosphere .

Rao was the most jumpy Ying, in front of this weird scene, she couldn't say any witty words, she subconsciously clutched Qing Nuoyan's sleeve.

Thinking of what Mr. Zhongli said before, Qing Nuoyan had a faint guess in his heart.

This is probably not a salt sculpture, this is a corpse...

Salt corpse.

Qing Nuoyan discovered that these salt corpses had weapons pinned to their waists.

How did these salt corpses form... He and Ying didn't speak, they thought of that possibility at the same time.

No wonder, Mr. Zhongli would say that the 'truth' is to punish Wanyan for breaking the contract.