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

Among them, there seems to be something else hidden, and other things must have happened 2000 years ago.

Perhaps, Floating She...that is, herself, may have done more things for Heulia.

There is truth within truth.

This journey seems to be over, and they are leaving too, so Wan Yan naturally has no face to stay here again.

Mr. Zhongli made the contract with her again, what he heard today will be buried in his heart forever and cannot be told to anyone.

Half an hour ago, upon hearing this contract, Wan Yan still laughed in her heart at Zhongli's hypocrisy of 300 taels.

But now, when she made this contract again, she felt convulsions in her heart, the pain and shock that penetrated into her bones, and she understood the heavy meaning of this contract.

This is a curse, a curse that tortures people's hearts, and it also symbolizes Fu She's awakening.

And she will carry this curse forever, never be able to mention it to others, and the sense of moral guilt...maybe will accompany her for the rest of her life.

Wan Yan made this contract, she had to accept this punishment, she left alone, the dim sunset scattered into pieces of bright red fragments, illuminating her shadow hastily.

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Before parting, Qing Nuoyan expressed his doubts to Zhongli. Of course, he concealed the agreement, "Mr. Zhongli, has the God of Salt really passed away?"

Is the God of Salt really gone?

Zhong Li was stunned, showing a pensive look, and after a while, he said to Qing Nuoyan: "In terms of general rationality, that's the case... After more than 2000 years, no trace of the Demon God of Salt has been found. "

He suddenly changed his words, "But the situation at that time was complicated, and even Moraxel couldn't sort it out. We have to look at history from a skeptical perspective, maybe... maybe there is this possibility."

"Mr. Zhongli." Qing Nuoyan said seriously: "This journey is not over yet."

As the dusk darkened the setting sun, the young man looked into Mr. Zhongli's eyes and said:

"I have one last thing to do."

What happened to the salt in the ground 400 years ago?

Qingnuoyan looked at the sky,

The clouds are dark, the thick mist rolls with the clear thunder, and the salt of the earth seems to be raining.

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It's raining again.

Fu She withdrew her gaze,

The salt in the ground has been raining in the past few days, pattering, the soil on the road is wet and dry, thin and misty rain lines cover the slightly hazy sky.

It also gets dark quickly at night.

Fushe was holding a bamboo umbrella, and the crisp raindrops hit the edge of the bamboo umbrella. He paused, stepped on the path, and continued on his way.

【Remaining Lifespan: Thirty Days】

He went back to Liyue once, secretly went to meet all Yashas, ​​and performed the ceremony, of course, without being noticed by them.

He also stayed for a while at the foot of Aozang Mountain, his home mountain. Of course, Fushe did not choose to go up the mountain.

Otherwise, he would be reluctant to leave.

The karma has been swallowed too much, and the strength of the floating house has also increased. If the side effects are ignored and he continues to swallow, he can even break through the limit of this life-reach the point of ruling the world.

Of course, all this is just talk.

He could break down any moment.

He is actually very satisfied.

He went to the market in Liyue to buy fresh sardines. Liyue is a seaport city, and the seafood there is very fresh-Morax doesn't like fish, so he really has no luck.

He was going to die, so he liked to think about these messy things.

The rain beat on the bamboo umbrella, and he raised the edge of the umbrella slightly, looking at the misty and rainy salt in the ground.

That stalking idiot has a lucky day today.

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ps: Wow, the stiff neck is done!