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

It was the first time that Nanke was so close to the heart of the furnace.

The majestic rain covered the shadows of the buildings. The huge iron sphere sitting above the center of Tatar Sand reflected the cold light in the night, looking like a mountain standing tall.

The surrounding soldiers who were in charge of the garrison were also knocked down. Nanke climbed up the narrow metal ladder on the outside of the hearth of the furnace. He saw the imperial chief standing at the corner brandishing a sword, and was driven to death by the black air gushing from the entrance and exit above. Defeated.

Even if one acquires the martial arts of the ghost clan, the evil spirits are not something humans can handle.

Nanke raised his arm and bit into the scab that had not yet healed.

As if sensing some kind of aura, the black energy suddenly stagnated.

"Master Yuyu!" Nanke squeezed out the blood and ran over, smearing it on the dark blade of Da Ta Tao, "Is the country collapsed inside?"

The blood-stained weapon buzzed, and before the imperial chief had time to condemn her, he raised his sword to face the strangeness that swept over him again: "Guobeng's bamboo hat fell at the entrance!"

The blood splashed along the tip of the knife passed through the black air and fell on the stairs, turning into blood-red buds in an instant.

The huge black energy spread out at the same time, as if it wanted to escape, but was sucked by the invisible black hole. It roared unwillingly and was sucked into the flower buds, turning into nutrients for the blooming flowers.

The imperial chief was looking at the red flowers blooming all the way under his feet, and took half a step back in shock.

Nanke ran upwards along the path opened by Xuehu: "I'll bring Guobeng back!"

"Nanke!"

Yu Yuchang stretched out his hand, but failed to catch her.

The evil spirit came again, and the girl's thin back was immediately submerged in the endless darkness.

The entrance and exit are opened halfway up the heart of the furnace.

As soon as he walked in, the strong iron smell hit his face, making Nanke almost nauseous.

There was a suspended iron platform at his feet, with nothing around except a bamboo hat that had lost its owner and the wide black metal inner wall.

Further forward were the stairs that extended downward, and the end was submerged by thick black tobacco like a swamp.

Nanke took a few steps forward, blood dripped from his fingertips, and flowers bloomed when they touched the ground. The lingering evil spirit was aroused and began to surge, becoming more and more intense.

The swamp turned into a surging sea.

Countless heads were lifted up from the sea of ​​haunted gods, like snakes, spitting out letters, and like dragons, with coral-like horns on their heads, large and small, occupying most of the space in the heart of the furnace, fearful of her, and eyeing her.

Is this the remnants of the legendary snake demon?

The clumps of flowers beneath my feet seemed so insignificant in comparison.

Nanke took a breath and stepped in without hesitation.

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spring.

I don't know what kind of bird has built a nest on the old tombstone in the distance. The young birds' cries are loud and clear, almost drowning out the crying here.

Nanke's name was suddenly called.

Wearing a pure black dress, she held a handful of white chrysanthemums. She was startled for a moment, held the bouquet high to her chest, and walked towards Nan Yi's tombstone.

The people who came to the funeral looked at her.

She lowered her eyes and looked at the stone tablet.

As an immediate family member, after laying flowers, you have to say some farewell words.

But Nan Ke still had no idea what to say to Nan Yi because of his insomnia last night.

As soon as I close my eyes, the scene of that day will appear.

Nan Yi laughed and said, "Anyway, I took motion sickness medicine, so I have nothing to fear." The scene when Nan Yi ran to Nan Ke from the first row of special care.

They are clearly twin sisters, but Nan Yi is very different from Nan Ke. They love to laugh and are endearing.

"Nan Ke, I asked the teacher. The bus will stop at the top of the mountain for a while." Nan Yi pulled Nan Ke's sleeve and pointed to the top of the snow piled ahead, "Shall we get off the car and play in the snow?"

Nanke gave up holding his cheek with one hand to look at the plateau scenery, sat up straight and said, "Not good."

Nan Yi was shocked: "Stingy guy!"

"You forgot that when you asked me to intercede for you, why did you agree?"

"...I will listen to you all the way."

Nanke stretched out his hand to brush the fluffy hair on her head: "I'll stop the car later and take some oxygen first."

"Actually, I'm not that weak." Nan Yi said.

The oxygen bottle was with the teacher who led the team. The car stopped and the students got off the car in twos and threes. Nan Yi went to get the oxygen and came back. While sucking it, he looked enviously at the students playing in the snow outside through the car window.

Southerners have a deep-rooted penchant for snow.

The same goes for Nanke.

But she didn't plan to get out of the car because Nan Yi was still in the car.

"Isn't this just like when we were kids, we were doing homework upstairs and listening to the kid downstairs playing football?" Nan Yi muttered unwillingly as she closed the oxygen tank.

"Yes," Nanke nodded, "I have been with you like this since you were a child."

"Here he comes again. You think I'm a burden and delaying your galloping, right?"

Nanke cannot be denied.

Nan Yi didn't know what she thought of, and suddenly she smiled and hummed a children's song outside the window.

"What are little boys made of? Frogs, snails, and..."

"...and the puppy's tail," Nanke hummed softly, looking at the tombstone in front of him, "What is the little girl made of? Sugar, spices, and something beautiful..."

"Hiss..." Someone around took a breath, "Why did she sing at her sister's funeral?"

"I heard this kid is mentally ill."

"real or fake?"

"Really, she has been since she was a child. Her mother said it herself."

Nanke's humming gradually became lower.

She just wanted to finish singing that she couldn't finish at the time.

At that time, most of the people on the bus got off the bus, and even the driver was enjoying the snow with great interest. No one expected that the entire bus would suddenly slide down the hillside and overturn.

Dozens of people were injured and one person died.

Nan Yi didn't have time to fasten his seat belt and hit the broken luggage rack without weight.

"Snapped"!

With a loud and clear sound, Nanke was hit to the side of his head, and his singing was interrupted.

"You actually have the nerve to sing!" The father raised his hands, his face flushed with anger, "If you hadn't persuaded Nan Yi to go on a study trip, would something have happened to her?! It was you who killed her, do you know? !”

"Honey, what are you doing!" The mother screamed and rushed forward, taking Nanke into her arms.

Nanke was like an expressionless puppet, swaying with his mother's movements.

Nanke never had expectations for this woman.

"Nanyi is weak. If anything happens, I will die with her!" The mother then yelled at her father.

Look, you can’t have expectations.

Some people's hearts suddenly went cold.

"What Nanyi? This is Nanke!" My father pulled away my mother's arm and almost pressed her mother's face on the epitaph. "Open your eyes and take a closer look! It was Nanyi who died, and it was Nanyi who died." ah!"

My mother's eyes widened as she looked at the two words on the stele. After a while, she suddenly broke away: "The stele clearly says Nan Ke! Nan Yi is still alive!"

"Nanyi!"

Nanke was hugged hard again.

The woman above her head burst into tears: "Mom's sweetheart, it'll be great if you come back. Wu, Nanyi, Nanyi, mom can't live without you..."

I forgot how this chaotic funeral ended.

Nanke returned to the car. His father was sitting in the driver's seat in front, smoking with the window open.

"You have seen your mother's condition," he said in a tired voice, "until she gets better, just think of yourself as Nan Yi."

With his face still hurting, Nanke looked out the car window and softly said "hmm".