Looking at the thatched hut that leaked rain, Wen Bing sighed heavily.

He's been lying here for three days.

Cold, damp, hungry, and the spread of the gods made his otherwise decent physical fitness quickly decay.

He leaned against the stiff bed boards, listened to the thunder outside the window, and forced himself to sit up.

But it was this simple action that made him start to cough violently, as if he was going to cough out his entire lungs.

He covered his stomach, and his stomach pouch, which had not eaten a drop of rice for two days, was screaming all the time.

He pushed open the door with his cane, and the biting cold wind and torrential rain scrambled into the room.

He looked at the almost desolate Scarlet Village, with a desolate face.

Not so long ago, it was a small but peaceful village.

But now, the village was dead silent, with an air as rotten as he was.

"Ahh

He had only heard the horror of the Demon God War in the mouths of storytellers, but for the cruelty of war, he only stayed at those words, and did not feel deeper.

And this civil war in Inazuma really gave him a glimpse of what "war" is.

Bloody, brutal, unscrupulous for victory.

There is no escape, there is no escape.

He wanted to do something, but when he looked around, there was a river of blood flowing from swords and swords.

He has no sword to defend himself, no armor, no power, no fame, no strength, and he doesn't even know what this war is for.

He wanted to scream, but his voice was so small and faint in the shouting of killing.

He wanted to leave, but how did a drop of water break free from the vortex that seemed to swallow everything?

He can only passively accept everything, passively becoming a cold number who died because of this war.

He sometimes couldn't help but think, just the war between the two forces of the human race is so cruel, so when the demon god wars, what kind of people should be miserable?

He took it for granted that he enjoyed the peaceful environment created by his ancestors and the emperor, and naively thought that other countries were similar.

But it was this naïve thought that kept him trapped here, tormenting to get by.

Not all gods are as powerful as emperors, and not all countries have guardians like immortals.

However, it was too late to realize this.

He could feel that his life was coming to an end.

Cold, hungry, plague he could hardly survive tonight.

But the more this happens, the more homesick I becomes.

I miss my parents, my friends, Liyue, my emperor, and the warmth of the sun.

He leaned against the threshold, wiped away the blood he coughed up, and laughed to himself.

It was just a fun order, but I didn't want to be the last hope to go home.

Dying in a foreign land may be the fate of adventurers.

Although he is an adventurer, he only applied for it to the Adventurers' Association for fun.

But fortunately, there are still people who can bring him back to his former homeland.

The leaves fall back to the roots, and that's the same.

He looked in the direction of Liyue, as if he had seen his home through the heavy rain.

For a long time, he walked into the thick rain curtain with his body bent and crutches.

Scarlet Wood Village is not safe now, and the village chief's madness scares him a little.

He wanted to find a safe place to keep his body well, so that the body would not disappear for various reasons after death, and there would be no possibility of returning home.

It was a very ordinary day, and Jiang Bai took out the pointer of the Quartet Sutra as usual and came out to check it.

Among the bright red names, a gray one stands out.

"Wen Bing."

Looking at the name, Jiang Bai recalled the information about Wen Bing.

Wen Bing took the initiative to come to them to order business, and Jiang Bai was quite impressed by him, because he didn't blink his eyes when he paid the money, and even felt that their price was a little low.

This kind of trench aroused Jiang Bai's curiosity.

Jiang Bai asked him a little about his family background.

Wen Bing is somewhat similar to Xingqiu, his family is a businessman, and he is not short of money.

He has an older brother who inherits the family business, and a younger brother who is quite pampered, and his parents have no requirements for him.

He signed up as an adventurer to his liking and went around playing.

Jiang Bai scratched his head with a little headache, if I am not mistaken, this Wen Bing is going to Inazuma.

And Inazuma has long been locked in the country, which means that Wen Bing has never come back in Inazuma.

The question is how is he going to get to Inazuma?

Inazuma is no better than Mondstadt, and can be reached directly by land, but it is separated from Liyue by a wide ocean.

In other words, there is no way to get through it on your own.

After thinking about it, Jiang Bai still went to find Hu Tao.

Although he can't help it, the resourceful hall master must have a way.

"Hall Master!"

Jiang Bai poked his head out of the tree and accurately found the walnut napping under the tree.

Suddenly, a head hung from the top of his head, accompanied by a loud scream, and even Hu Tao was startled.

Looking at Jiang Bai's smiling face, which had become unusually bright because it scared her, Hu Tao took out the staff of Goma and smiled sadly.

"Do you want to die?"

"The hall master spares his life!" Jiang Bai immediately raised his hands in surrender.

"Humph!" Hu Tao put away the staff of Goma, not as knowledgeable as this guy.

Jiang Bai jumped down from the tree and took out the grayed pointer, "Hall Master, this customer is in Inazuma, the problem is that Inazuma is locked up now, how can I get there?" ”

Their business does not require that the body be found within a few days, but generally as soon as possible.

Because Teyvat is so big, it is possible to go anywhere, and the time requirement is very unrealistic.

Inazuma was already far away from Liyue, and it would take more than half a month to travel from Liyue Harbor to Inazuma by boat, and by the time Wen Bing's body was found in the huge Inazuma, it was estimated that it had already decomposed into white bones.

So, it's useless to be anxious.

"Let me think about it."

Hu Tao quickly sifted through the information in his mind.

Inazuma has been locked down from the country, so there is no way to go there on the surface, and the only way to do it is to use smuggling, and Liyue can do smuggling business, and the only ship that has the strength to cross thunderstorms is the Death Omen.

"Let's go, go to the port and ask when the Death Omen Star will come back, and then tell me specifically what this customer's business requirements are."

The two set off to the port, Jiang Bai took out Wen Bing's contract, there were no additional requirements written in the contract, and this customer didn't think that he would really die when he did business, but just ran a standard package.

"Would you like to tell him about his family?"

Hu Tao thought for a moment, "Let's talk about it when we bring the body back, so as not to be sad twice." ”

"That's right." Jiang Bai suddenly felt a little heavy.

In their line of work, it is not only the will of the dead that they are burdened, but also the thoughts of the living.

(End of chapter)