Xiao emerged from the sea shortly afterward, carrying a box in his arms, and returned to Zhongli's side. Zhongli took the box and merged Fanan's soul into Fanan's body.
Five portions have been collected so far, and five more remain. After the wind elemental force dried the moisture off his body, Xiao did not leave. He was now hoping for a miracle, wondering if Fanan would wake up after collecting five portions of souls.
As Xiao watched his soul slowly merge into Fanan's body, and Fanan showed no signs of waking up, he took a deep breath. It would be a lie to say he wasn't disappointed.
The rain outside seemed to be getting heavier, and the waves kept crashing in. If it weren't for the protective shield, we might have been submerged sooner or later.
"A storm is coming." Wendy yawned as she felt the wind direction. The Pursuer was staying in the third room. The rainy weather had even made the air damp, which made the Pursuer feel uneasy. The dampness made him irritable, no matter how strong the fire in the cabin was.
How many contestants will survive this impending storm?
Not to mention, that game of the managers always eliminates many people, so there probably aren't many players left now.
Wendy closed his eyes and roughly counted. It seemed there were only a dozen or so players left. So this National Fortune phase was almost over. After returning to Teyvat, he would have to discuss things with everyone. Hmm~ He could go back to his lazy days soon.
"Your Majesty..." A female voice came from the next room. Wendy's pupils widened in surprise, then softened. Xiao must be happy for days; it's rare to see a smile on his face.
Xiao stood blankly at the door, the hot tea he was holding falling to the ground. Fortunately, Zhongli was quick-witted and caught it without spilling a drop of tea. He slowly turned his head and saw that Fanan, who had been lying on the bed, had sat up.
"Your Majesty, and Jinpeng." Fa Nan looked at the two, read out their names, and then seemed to be asking a question, or perhaps talking to himself.
"What's wrong with me?"
When Fa Nan woke up, his broken horn was repaired, and his clothes were no longer so tattered. Although the karmic burdens on Fa Nan were still throbbing, they were suppressed by Zhong Li.
"Your Majesty, where is this?" Fa Nan asked. Then, Zhong Li told Fa Nan about the recent situation, with Xiao adding to the information.
"In other words, I am sealed here, and a thousand years have passed in Liyue, long enough that the Emperor has handed Liyue over to humans, allowing it to continue to be passed down in human hands..."
"By the way! Minu Yingda, how are they? And Fushe, where are they now?" Fanan suddenly grabbed Zhongli's arm, his face full of fear. Yakshas always had a terrible fate. Even though he was mentally prepared, Fanan still didn't want to hear bad news from the Emperor.
Zhongli shook her head and gently pulled away from Fanan's hand. Fanan felt a splitting headache; her memory seemed to be fragmented, and the more she tried to recall, the more her head ached. Seeing this, Zhongli conjured a ball of light in her hand and gently covered Fanan's head.
The ball of light quickly dissipated, and his headache subsided considerably. Fa Nan stared blankly at Zhong Li, who smiled gently. A few tears welled up in Fa Nan's eyes.
Wiping away her tears, Fanan began to move her body on the small boat, but the space was too small for her to move freely.
“Lord Zhongli,” Xiao suddenly said, pointing to the sea. Wendy looked out the window from her room. Ah, indeed, there were broken planks. It seemed that other contestants had unfortunately died here, and their ships had been reduced to broken planks.
Braving the heavy rain, Xiao Yong and Pu Yuan hauled the planks back. As soon as the planks were on the boat, they immediately broke into three pieces, which were then combined into one plank.
Looking around, besides the broken wooden planks in front of me, there were even more wooden planks not far away. Was there a lot of injury and death due to the conflict between the players?
No, that's not right. If it were a case of players killing each other, the broadcast would definitely have shown it. Maybe they were distracted, or maybe they didn't notice at the time. It should be that they were destroyed by some much larger creature.
Otherwise, if it were an internal battle between the contestants, the final winner would definitely take back these broken planks.
Since there's no time to retrieve them, the situation is extremely dangerous.
The rain stopped sometime ago, and fog began to spread, blurring the view. Xiao swallowed hard, and suddenly something lunged at him. However, with Zhongli's shield, Xiao only heard a crisp "duang".
Turning their heads, they saw something black slowly retreating, and Xiao and Pu Yuan gripped each other tightly. Even more chillingly, the boat started moving on its own without anyone steering!
Inside the cabin, Zhongli, who was catching up with Fa Nan, suddenly stopped talking. Fa Nan tilted his head and asked, "Your Majesty?" "Yes, it's nothing. You're fine here." After saying that, Zhongli went to the bow of the ship.
"Lord Zhongli. Wendy?" Xiao wasn't surprised to see Zhongli come out, but Wendy's appearance as well suggested that the monster in front of them required the combined efforts of both gods to defeat.
“A bad feeling,” Wendy said.
“The Abyss.” Zhongli frowned slightly.
The fog suddenly dissipated, revealing two Abyss Messengers.
Water and thunder.
"Serve the abyss."
"Hehehe..."
The two Abyss Messengers unleashed their respective skills, and incredibly, they were standing on the surface of the sea.
The spear flashed like a dragon, and Xiao, clad in Zhongli's shield, began the Demon-Slaying Nuo Dance. Wendy's expression turned solemn, and behind the Abyss Messenger, something seemed to be supporting him.
Xiao and the follower were fighting quickly, their shield-breaking attacks were incredibly satisfying. However, just when the two Abyssal Apostles were about to give up, an unknown force appeared and forcibly healed their injuries.
"What?"
"cut……"
Things were getting tricky. Wendy took out Skywing and shot it at the mist behind the Abyss Apostle. The blue arrow easily pierced through the mist, but disappeared into it.
The mist was like a barrier, difficult to penetrate. Or was there something even more powerful beyond the mist? Wendy didn't know. She manipulated the wind element, trying to disperse the mist.
It's no use; the fog will still gather.
A whooshing sound pierced the air, and Wendy turned slightly to the side; the black, sharp object almost pierced her heart.
(Suddenly, he came back to life.)
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