Genshin Impact: Please don’t bully me, fellow stragglers

Under the moonless clouds, the night was dark and the lights were gradually extinguished.

The instability factor was ready to move in the darkness. When Ah Wang was lightly kicked by a skirmisher and signaled to the roof, a sneaky black shadow had already jumped into the air with an unconscious poultry in its mouth.

"Why didn't the formation respond?!" Ah Wang was suddenly startled, grabbed his bow and chased after him, "Stop!"

Nanke was woken up by her voice in a daze. What he saw was that the warning array arranged in front of and behind the house suddenly overflowed with light spots, and a long, smooth black tail flashed in the air. Pass away.

The formation is triggered only when escaping? !

Could it be that the other party was hiding in the house from beginning to end?

Awang's clothes quickly disappeared around the corner. Nanke followed and took a step forward, but was grabbed by the hand.

"The country collapsed..." She turned back.

"Use elemental vision." The skirmisher grabbed her and jumped onto the roof, his voice cold.

Filled with elements that flow deeply and shallowly, like a negative film, a trace of fire element is meandering among the many roof tiles.

Follow the trace back, and the starting point is a chimney.

"I'm afraid some chimney is blocked...".

It's been hiding there all this time!

Without thinking too much, the skirmishers were already running with her.

The fingers clasped on the shoulders and knees are warm and strong, crossing the roofs one after another, the sound of the wind is mixed with the crisp sound of the wooden clogs beneath me and the tiles.

Within ten seconds, they caught up with Awang, who was holding a bow and an arrow.

Ah Wang also jumped onto the roof. In front of where the arrow pointed, darkness covered up the true appearance of the monster. The ashes shaken from the fur dragged traces of elements along the way, still escaping.

This is Ah Wang’s experience.

Therefore, the skirmishers did not take action, and Nanke did not move either.

The wind was weak at night, blowing in the face. Awang was concentrating and was about to release his strength when suddenly his nose felt itchy.

"Ache!"

The prepared arrow missed its target and hit the road under the house with a "whoosh" sound.

"Ah!" Ah Wang shouted in annoyance, stamped his feet vigorously, jumped up and continued to chase the monster.

The skirmishers were hanging behind, not far away, and chuckled at Nanke: "Fortunately they are not my men, they are really bad."

"Sneezing is force majeure," Nanke defended Awang and looked ahead, "Is this monster escaping from the village?"

"Getting away can be considered a solution."

After all, Ah Wang's physical strength was limited, so he chased him to the last house on the edge of Yueshi Village and stopped, throwing the arrow angrily: "Damn it!"

Still lost.

"There is no rush," Nanke patted the shoulder of the straggler, landed, and handed the things he was carrying to Awang, "At least we succeeded in preserving the village's property, right?"

Awang turned around with his mouth flat and saw the dying duck in Nanke's hand.

It was Nanke who chased him all the way and picked it up on the roof with sharp eyes.

"Hmm." Awang reluctantly responded and took it.

Awang was like an eggplant beaten by frost. He held the duck's wings and jumped to the ground to pick up the arrow, then staggered back.

Her first independent attempt to catch a demon failed, which must have been a big blow to her.

Nanke sighed and looked at the wilderness outside the village. He chased him all the way. The ashes brought out from the chimney were almost blown away. The traces of the elements were almost invisible and could not be traced.

"Guobeng, can you come with me again?" Nanke looked away and turned around to ask.

"It doesn't matter."

Nanke went to a woman's house.

When we landed, the sky was dim, shrouded in a layer of dark blue mist, and the house in front of us was quiet.

This time Nanke didn't say hello. He found an unclosed window and climbed in directly.

The house was quiet and there were not many things. Compared with the houses they visited yesterday when they were investigating, it was a bare house.

In the bedroom covered with white curtains, the woman was sleeping soundly with a sad face, and next to her was her young child who was also sleeping soundly.

Nanke felt relieved.

As long as it has nothing to do with the theft.

But after seeing him again after a few days, the child became more and more shaky, and the black hair that was originally only visible on the back of his hands also spread to his face.

There was no doubt that the evil spirit was still raging inside him.

But according to the incubation period of evil spirits, it has already exceeded seven days.

Could it be that these inhuman changes hung his life?

Nanke touched his face gently, and the fur felt like some kind of small animal.

Perhaps because of his sensitive nerves, the little boy suddenly woke up, his strange eyes poked two dark holes in the dim light, staring straight at Nanke.

"Shh." Nanke patted him with one hand, raised the other hand, and put his index finger on his lips, "Continue to sleep, have a good dream, you will be fine."

The little boy's expression slowed down, he groaned weakly, and slowly closed his eyes again.

Nanke stood up quietly and went out. The skirmishers stood at the door, taking in everything that had just happened. It was not until he left the house that he asked with an alert look: "What do you mean you will get better?"

"It was his mother who went back on her word. Even if he sits together, he has suffered enough." Nanke put his hands behind his back and held the wrist bone of his left hand with his right hand. The scar there had long since fallen off and was flat and smooth. "And, for the first time, Someone has passed the seventh day of the psychosis without having an attack. Isn’t this a good opportunity?”

The brother who was never connected by blood.

As fate would have it, Tatarsha's family was not with him until the end.

Nanke will never forget everyone's common wishes.

The corners of Nanke's lips curled up when he said this, and he was sincerely happy for it.

Obviously, she should immediately give up her foolish thoughts and stop her from being stupid.

Her innocent smile was indescribably dazzling.

"If you dare to die for this," the skirmisher threatened in a deep voice, "don't blame me for hanging this kid's body upside down on the statue."

Nanke couldn't help but shuddered as he imagined that scene.

"I will pay attention," she frowned fearfully, "If you die accidentally, it will take a long time to come back. I won't let you wait that long again."

The skirmisher's expression suddenly changed: "Who said I have to wait for you?"

When she died in the guarding forest, the skirmishers did not stay where she was and wait for her.

Thinking of this, Nan Ke couldn't move any further, pursed his lips, looked at him and asked, "Don't you wait?"

There was a deep sense of loss, and the hope underneath was as weak as a tiny meteor, looming, and if left unattended, would soon go out.

Seeing such eyes, the skirmishers fell into an eerie silence.

"Back then in the guarding forest," he asked vaguely in a stiff tone after a while, "I waited from spring to autumn, and it was obvious that you didn't come back."

Nanke was startled.

"Back then"?

For her, those things just happened not long ago.

"I didn't know there was a statue in Narukami Taisha Shrine." Realizing that the time spent with the soldiers was inconsistent, Nanke squeezed his wrists weakly and stared at the stones on his toes. "When I woke up, almost three years had passed. ”

Just mentioning this matter means a breach of trust on both sides.

Therefore, both Nanke and Xingbing unconsciously avoided this topic.

Nanke also felt uncomfortable, and with a bit of resentment, he continued, "You didn't...leave before I came to find you."

"...It sounds like I know it."

Suppressing the inexplicable anger word by word, Nanke turned his head. The skirmisher pressed the bamboo hat with one hand, his whole face was shrouded in shadow, and the exposed knuckles turned bone color with slight exertion.