The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

2024-01-12

"??!!"

When Oni-Takashi and his group saw Washizu Nobufumi's arm, their eyes first showed shock, and then turned to bewilderment.

They looked left at Mongt and right at Washizu, their suspicion practically overflowing.

What are you guys thinking?

With a flick of his finger, Menggete sent out several golden beams of light that struck Guilong and the others on the forehead, causing bumps to appear.

"Ouch!" Guilong cried out in pain. Even with the Prajna mask in the way, he could still feel the swelling on his forehead.

Rubbing his forehead through the mask, Gui Long stopped thinking about those random things. He didn't want any more bumps on his head.

"You are?!"

Washizu then noticed Mongot, whose presence was concealed. He saw the horns on Mongot's forehead and the downy feathers on his bare body, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

This guy is practically their future self!

“Mongt, you can understand it as… a person who is born with this 'disease'.”

Mongot looked up at the group behind Washijin. Although they had wrapped their exposed skin with bandages, the familiar aura they exuded made Mongot feel very close to them.

That was the aura of the furnace of life, the source of all life at the crossroads. A colossal furnace that melts all kinds of living beings together, without distinction between them.

"Innate? That means we really did become pigs because of some later factor?" Washizu said, glancing at Ember who looked completely innocent beside him.

"Why are you looking at me? If it weren't for me, you'd be like him." Yu Jin came to Gui Long's side and ripped the Prajna mask off his face.

"Be careful, this mask is very expensive!" Gui Long cried out in concern when he saw the Prajna mask, which he had spent a lot of money to have custom-made, end up in Yu Jin's hands.

"Forget about the mask, touch your nose," Yu Jin said to Gui Long, waving the mask around.

"Nose? My nose is perfectly fine!"

"Damn it, when did the blood start flowing?!"

Guilong initially didn't pay much attention to Yu Jin's words, but after feeling the dampness on his fingertips, he immediately exclaimed in surprise.

Gui Long's palms were covered in bright red blood—he had started bleeding from his nose at some point.

"See? If it weren't for me, you'd be in even worse shape than him." Yu Jin pointed at Gui Long, whose face was smeared with dirt from the panic, and raised an eyebrow.

"It would have been better if you had mentioned the side effects beforehand!" Washizu rolled his eyes at Ember.

If it weren't for his prestige and strength being among the best in Hikimura, something indescribably terrifying would have happened when someone first displayed the Hundred Faces of the Crucible appeared in the village.

When an outcast suddenly appears in a desperate crowd, it means that the pent-up malice has found an outlet.

Fortunately, Washizu was able to seal off this channel, which prevented any major disturbances from occurring in Hikimura.

"What kind of place is this? This is weird!" After realizing he couldn't stop his nosebleed, Gui Long snatched the mask back from Yu Jin and put it back on.

Then he hurriedly said, "Cash on delivery, hurry up!"

Washizu readily agreed; his original purpose in coming here was to exchange for food. Meeting Yu Jin was purely accidental.

"Everyone, put everything up there."

Washizu waved to the villagers behind him, then took the lead and carried the full basket of crystallized bone marrow onto the cargo ship.

Around the cargo ship, some people were unloading cargo, while others were loading it, creating a lively atmosphere for a moment.

The people of Hiki Village are exceptionally strong; while an ordinary person can only carry one sack of rice, they can carry at least three.

Under the weight of these villagers, who were as strong as oxen, the cargo ship, which was only about ten meters long, was quickly loaded and unloaded.

"Goodbye, and good luck." After quickly checking the goods, Guilong couldn't wait to run onto the deck. He suspected that if he had been any slower, he would have probably perished on Bayun Island.

"Goodbye, thanks for the ride!" Seeing Guilong saying goodbye on the deck, Yu Jin waved back.

However, upon hearing his words, the latter shuddered and quickly shrank back into the cabin.

This made Yu Jin wonder if he had said something wrong.

"Hehe, goodbye. I hope this guy lives a good life." Washizu waved to Oni-taka and said with a blessing.

"You're quite familiar with that guy named Guilong?" Yu Jin asked in surprise when he saw Washijin's actions.

Isn't red and blue supposed to be the best combination? How about red and purple too?

"Can't I give a blessing if we're not familiar with each other?" Washizu took a deep breath and hoisted the neatly stacked sacks on the ground onto his shoulder.

Two sacks, each weighing several dozen kilograms, were carried on Washizu's shoulders, one on each shoulder. Even so, he didn't seem to be panting heavily when he spoke.

"That guy is a pretty good source; through him, we can get a lot of scarce things."

With each step Washizu took, he left a striking footprint in the damp mud.

He looked at the withered vegetation on Bayun Island and sighed. Since Bayun Island became like this, the environment on the island has been deteriorating.

Washizu was very skeptical. If the village hadn't had the big tree planted by Yu Jin, would it still be like this now?

the answer is negative.

So Washizu silently accepted the changes in himself.

Let's focus on surviving first; as for the rest, we can consider that later.

Yu Jin stood in the middle of the crowd, watching the silent masses marching forward, and inexplicably felt that they were like a pack of beasts.

But being a pack animal wouldn't do. Yu Jin stroked his chin, thinking about how to make them more spirited.

Just as Yu Jin was pondering how to make Washizu and the others grow beautiful and sharp horns, the advancing crowd suddenly stopped.

"Huh? Can't carry it anymore?" Yu Jin ran to the front of the group, where Washijin had already put the sack on his shoulder into a patch of dry grass under a tree.

“No, there are people ahead.” Washizu shook his head. He pointed to the trees ahead, where there were traces of blood.

It's been drizzling on Bayun Island all day now, and the bloodstains look very fresh, not like dried bloodstains.

This phenomenon only occurs when someone who has just been injured passes through this area.

"A few people, come with me." Washizu put on the samurai's unique Hannya mask and nodded to the people behind him.

Then Ember followed.

"..."

Yu Jin suddenly felt the aura that had been building up on Washijin dissipate, turning him from a powerful wandering samurai into a nameless nobody.

Washizu lowered his right hand, which was holding the sword, and strode towards the blood-stained bushes ahead, looking extremely casual.

"Sususu!"

The sound of grass rustling filled the air, and Yu Jin poked his head in.

Before him stood a shogunate soldier in bright red robes.

He wore purple armor like the other shogunate soldiers, but it was covered in wounds, with some armor plates long gone.

Beneath the purple armor lay a cloth robe stained with blood. His injuries appeared to be quite severe; the blood not only covered his robe but also stained the muddy ground beneath him red.

"Heh...heh...a ronin?"

Sensing the commotion outside, the soldier breathed heavily. Upon seeing Washizu dressed as a samurai and the tin can embers, he visibly relaxed.

The specific manifestation was that he started bleeding profusely. It seems that he had been holding his body in a tense position, trying his best to prevent blood from flowing from the wound.

“That’s…that’s wonderful. This…this…take it…to Narukami Shrine…”

The soldier shakily pulled a blood-stained note from his pocket.

Seemingly doubting that Washizu and Ember wouldn't heed his instructions, he forced himself to speak:

"This...this matter...is of great importance. If it can be delivered to...it will definitely...it will definitely..."

Before the soldier could finish speaking, his eyes rolled back, and he lay down, blood gushing from his mouth.

Chapter 407 The Root Cause of the Outbreak of the Demon God

2024-01-12

"No? What do you mean?! Can't you finish what you're saying before you die?!" Yu Jin saw the Shogunate soldier lying straight down and immediately ran over to grab his shoulders and shake him.

Blood continued to gush from the soldier's wounds, and in just a short while, Ember had acquired a new skin.

"Stop shaking it. This kind of wound is probably beyond the reach of medicine."

Washizu shook his head and sighed when he saw the gruesome wounds on the shogunate soldiers.

"I hate people who only say half of what they mean. If you're going to die, at least finish what you're saying." A bright red, gold-inlaid glass bottle appeared in Yu Jin's hand, and he shoved the huge mouth of the bottle into the soldier's mouth.

The red Holy Grail dripped into the soldier's mouth, and the blessings of the golden tree transformed into pure life force, repairing his broken body and strengthening his dying vitality.

"Cough cough cough..."

"No! No! No!"

The shogunate soldier who had almost breathed his last opened his eyes, and then he was about to see heaven again.

He could only groan and mumble, unable to speak, his hands covering the Holy Grail bottle in his mouth, unable to pull it out no matter what.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will probably die of suffocation soon. And the cause of suffocation is swallowing the Holy Grail.

"Boom!"

Ember ripped the Holy Grail bottle from the soldier's mouth and disgustedly wiped the mouth of the bottle on Washizu's clothes.

Before Washizu suddenly attacked him, he changed the wiping tool to a leaf from the side.

"boom!"

The raging flames enveloped the red Grail bottle. After physical wiping and high-temperature sterilization, Ember finally felt relieved and put the Grail bottle away.

"Thank... thank you both for saving me." The soldier was about to stand up and express his gratitude when he stumbled and almost fell.

"Be careful, you've just recovered from a serious injury, you should focus on resting." Washizu stepped forward and helped him up.

"Kid, do you know how annoying it is to leave things unsaid?" Yu Jin said in an unfriendly tone as he saw the soldiers gradually standing up.

Halfway through the story, the Ember's treatment was only slightly better than the Riddler's. The former would be killed with a single punch, a quick and painless death. The latter, however, would be killed with two punches, the extra punch being used to give the Riddler time to reflect on his actions.

"Ha...haha. You're right, you're right." The soldier scratched his head awkwardly. He didn't want things to turn out this way either. Who knew his death would come so soon? So soon that he didn't even have time to finish speaking.