Genshin Impact: The wind blowing back to the starting point

Wendy and Zhongli changed their clothes and walked on this street.

If she hadn't seen that their clothes were still Mondstadt clothes and the buildings were Mondstadt style, Wendy would have really thought she was in Inazuma.

After all, they mostly sell Inazuma-style dango fans, little people wearing Inazuma costumes, Inazuma fans, and Kage's favorite dango milk.

There's even Inazuma's musical instrument.

And these people selling things are no different from ordinary people, just like ordinary traders.

It's just that everyone is the same as the boy just now, with skin so white that it doesn't look like a living person.

If this were normal, Wendy would definitely have a good taste of the food and a good taste of the wine.

However, at this moment, he had no thoughts at all. He just wanted to figure out why there was such a rice-smell-scented street in his Mondstadt land.

While wandering around, Wendy stopped in front of a stall.

The boy's stall was in front of him, and there was an elderly couple standing next to him. It looked like they were his grandparents.

Wendy was about to greet him with a gentle smile, but the young man suddenly interrupted: "May the God of Wind bless you, what does this guest want to buy?"

His big eyes were staring at Wendy seriously, and his head was still shaking slightly, as if to remind Wendy not to talk to him too much.

So, Wendy immediately pointed at the dumplings and said, "Bring me three skewers."

"Okay! I'll wrap it up for you right away!"

After saying that, the young man quickly went to pack.

Wendy and Zhongli looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.

After the boy packed the dumplings, he bowed and sent Wendy and the others away.

Back in the tent, Zhongli lit the lamp and sat in front of the bed, waiting to share the dumplings with Wendy.

Wendy first took out a bunch and looked at it carefully, took a bite to make sure there was nothing abnormal, and then handed it to Zhongli.

"It's really strange. She says she wishes the God of Wind would protect her, but she acts like a rice wife." Wendy complained while biting the dumpling.

But I have to say that the dumplings he made were quite authentic, exactly the same as those eaten at Inazuma during the Rongcai Festival.

"And it's very strange that they don't go out during the day and only start their normal life at night." Zhongli said, recalling the situation just now.

Judging from the way their skin has become pale and bloodless, they may have lived like this day and night for many years.

Wendy breathed a sigh of relief, lowered her head and prepared to throw the stick.

Only then did he find a note stuck on the packaging box.

Wendy immediately tore it off and opened it to read. On it was a sentence written in Mondstadt: See you tomorrow night at seven o'clock.

He frowned as he looked at the paper. It was so mysterious that it seemed like some kind of secret agent meeting.

"Tell me, why don't they go out during the day?" Wendy asked, holding the note and looking at Zhongli.

Zhongli naturally didn't know. At first he thought they were afraid of light, but the lanterns were so bright tonight and they could stay here so calmly. It seemed that what they were afraid of was not the light.

"Could it be the sun?"

Hearing Zhongli's guess, Wendy nodded in agreement. At present, it seems that the sun is indeed very likely.

However, a guess is just a guess after all. The specific reason will have to wait until the next day, when the young man comes and asks for details.

I have to say that Ziling's sleep quality is really good. He just didn't wake up when things happened like that before.

Seeing him sleeping peacefully, Wendy stopped thinking and went back to bed to prepare for sleep. If possible, he hoped to dream the dream again.

Zhongli also stopped thinking about it. After turning off the lights, he lay on the bed and soon fell asleep.

Although they were in the wild, there was no wind and no small animals. The surroundings were nothing but quiet, so much so that Wendy and Ziling slept until the afternoon.

As for Zhongli, he has a perfect biological clock that never malfunctions. He gets up before dawn.

When Wendy woke up, he was outside the tent, holding the pen, ink, paper and inkstone he took out from Ziling's Qiankun bag, and carefully drew the scenery of Mondstadt.

I have to say, this man is really leisurely and elegant.

Of course, Wendy also has a sense of leisure and elegance.

He took out a bottle of cider from the Qiankun bag, held the wine and sat aside, playing the piano and drinking.

I don't know how long it took, but Zhongli finished the painting. Wendy quickly came over to admire it: "This is the original work of Emperor Yanwang! I want to keep it well and sell it for a good price after Mora is circulated throughout the continent."

Wendy picked up the painting and looked at it carefully, and thought about whether to mention a poem again. When selling it in the future, she could have a gimmick that the rock god himself wrote it and the wind god wrote the poem.

This will definitely fetch a higher price.

While Wendy was dreaming about getting rich, she suddenly heard Zhongli murmur: "It's been too long."

"How long?" Wendy turned her head in surprise and looked behind her at Zhongli, who was looking up at the sun. "Soon, not long after, in another six hundred years, the Demon God War will be over, and you can sell it soon."

Zhongli shook his head: "That's not what I mean. Don't you think Ziling slept for too long?"

Wendy came back to her senses, it seemed like this.

So he quickly put away the painting and returned to the tent with Zhongli to check on Ziling.

Fortunately, he is still breathing, his face is rosy, and he looks very healthy.

But I couldn't wake up no matter how much I shouted.

"It's strange, this kid doesn't usually suffer from drowsiness." Wendy murmured as she stood in front of Ziling and observed her carefully.

"It means there is something affecting him." Zhongli closed his eyes and took Ziling's pulse carefully.

I saw him gradually frowning, and it looked like the situation was very bad.

But when he opened his eyes, they were filled with doubts.

"Old man," Wendy shouted, "Well, let me remind you, he is a plant, and with his body, this pulse diagnosis may not yield results."

When Zhongli came back to his senses, no wonder he felt that his pulse was messy. For a moment, Zhongli was a little worried.

When Ziling was seriously ill before, he was directly controlled by immortal magic. There was no pulse diagnosis, let alone what his pulse condition was.

In response to this, Zhongli took back his hand and breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's Zhong who didn't think enough about it."

He had already imagined how Wendy would make fun of him, but who knew that Wendy was looking at Ziling in deep thought.

"Plants..." Wendy murmured.

Then, he suddenly turned around and ran outside the tent.

At this moment, Wendy suddenly discovered that wherever there was no wind, there were no green plants. The few plants they had had lost their vitality and fell to the ground yellow.

From this point of view, there should be something affecting all living things, whether plants or animals.

As for him and Zhongli, probably because of the protection of their bodies by divine power and elemental power, there is no difference.

As for Ziling, although she also has supernatural powers, she can't be as unaffected as Wendy and Zhongli because she doesn't know how to use them.

However, he still had to wake him up and keep him asleep, in case his brain was damaged by sleep.

So, Wendy used the wind to support him and walked outside the barrier.