Genshin Impact: The traitor doesn't even let his senior sister go

Song Yinjian turned to look at Ying beside him and said softly, "The scene inside may be very unbearable. You can choose to stand outside."

Ying Ting puffed out his rather large chest and said confidently, "I'm a traveler. I've explored many ruins in Mondstadt. I can handle this little situation."

Seeing how confident she was, Song Yinjian didn't say anything to dissuade her.

Then he took out two pure white masks, gloves and gowns from the donkey cart and put them on himself and Ying.

Then, carrying a toolbox, he gently pushed open the door.

As soon as the door opened, an even stronger stench of decay hit me in the face.

I saw the severely decomposed body of an old man lying on the ground inside the house.

The scene was extremely shocking both visually and olfactorily.

Ying only took one look and her face turned pale instantly, her stomach churning.

She turned around quickly and rushed out of the house, bending over outside and vomiting violently.

Song Yinjian had seen many such scenes in his previous life and seemed very calm.

Many elderly people who are widowed or have unfilial children end up in such a miserable way.

Unfortunately, such tragedies often stem from the unfilial behavior of children.

The same is true today.

The deceased old man had five children, but none of them was willing to take their old father home to support him, leaving him to live alone and helpless.

Even when their father passed away, they only learned about it from his neighbors.

Afterwards, they argued fiercely over the cost of the funeral.

None of them was willing to pay a penny, and the stalemate remained, causing the old man's body to gradually rot.

Finally, the matter was brought to the attention of the General Affairs Department.

The General Affairs Department invited Song Yinjian to come and negotiate the funeral arrangements, and forced the five children of the deceased to share all funeral expenses equally.

Song Yinjian was not polite at all to these five "filial sons and daughters" and directly offered a price of five million Mora.

Naturally, they were unwilling to accept it, so they ran around looking for other funeral homes.

However, when other funeral homes heard the specific circumstances of the deceased, they rejected their request without hesitation.

The only one willing to take this business, Wangshengtang, was unable to spare the time due to its recent busy business.

In desperation, they had to empty their own savings to raise the money.

At this time, Song Yinjian calmly opened the toolbox, skillfully took out various tools from it, and began to disinfect and clean the deceased's body in an orderly manner.

After a while, Ying calmed down a little outside the house and mustered up the courage to walk in again.

The scene inside the house had changed a lot compared to before. The corpse was no longer as difficult to look at as before, and the strong stench in the air was covered by the strong smell of disinfectant.

Ying's gaze shifted to Song Yinjian, only to see that he was concentrating on cleaning the body. There wasn't a trace of disgust in his deep black eyes, only concentration and calmness.

As I watched, I suddenly felt a strong curiosity about the man in front of me.

What kind of experience did this man have that allowed him to be so calm and composed?

She wanted to know everything about him.

Not long after, Song Yinjian completed the disinfection and cleaning of the body.

He walked out of the house, took out the funeral clothes that had been prepared long ago from the donkey cart, and then put them on the deceased gently and solemnly.

After putting on the funeral clothes, the deceased's appearance was slightly tidied up.

In this way, this old man who had an unfortunate life was finally able to pass away in a more decent way.

Then, Song Yinjian asked Shen He to condense an ice coffin and wrap him inside, and spent some time setting up the mourning hall.

After finishing these things, it was already evening.

The colorful sunset makes the sky look like a dream.

Song Yinjian and a few others set out on the journey back to the Xianjia Etiquette Shop.

On the way back, I bought some fresh vegetables at the street market.

As soon as I arrived at the store, I met Zhongli and Lishui who came to eat on time as usual.

Li Shui smelled the strong smell of disinfectant on Song Yinjian and frowned slightly and said, "Junior Brother Yinjian, it seems that your business today is a bit bad."

Song Yinjian shrugged helplessly after hearing this. "No way. Since I chose to work in this field, I have to get used to it."

Lishui shook his head slightly. "It's really hard to understand why you all chose this line of work."

Song Yinjian casually made up a reason, "Because this line of work allows one to see through life and death, and gain a deeper understanding of the world."

Zhongli, who was standing by, was stunned when he heard this.

This is also one of the main reasons why he became a guest official at the Wangsheng Hall.

Afterwards, several people entered the store together.

Song Yinjian first went straight to the bathroom and took a nice hot bath to completely wash away the unpleasant smell on his body.

After taking a shower and changing into clean and refreshing clothes, I turned and walked into the kitchen and started busying myself with today's dinner.

Soon, several delicious dishes were placed on the dining table in the courtyard one after another, as if by magic.

Ying, who had just finished taking a shower and still had a faint scent of soap on her body, walked over.

When her eyes swept over the plate of tempting braised pork on the table, the scene she saw during the day suddenly emerged in her mind uncontrollably, and a strong feeling of nausea surged in her stomach.

Her face turned pale in an instant, her throat felt like it was surging, and she almost vomited on the spot.

"Ying, are you okay?" Song Yinjian keenly noticed Ying's abnormality and asked with concern.

Ying felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She suppressed the discomfort in her stomach, forced a smile, and said, "I'm fine. Thank you for your concern."

Song Yinjian nodded slightly, "That's good, then sit down and eat."

Then, several people sat around the dining table and began to enjoy dinner.

Ying was learning to use chopsticks a little awkwardly, trying to pick up a piece of shrimp tofu.

The moment the tender, smooth and sweet tofu entered her mouth, the wonderful taste instantly filled her entire mouth like an electric current, making her feel an unprecedented comfort.

She tried several other dishes, and each one was like a feast for her taste buds, immersing her in it. She felt like she had arrived in a food paradise, and her soul had received a wonderful baptism.

Of course, except for the plate of braised pork.

Chapter 84 You came at the right time

After dinner, Song Yinjian took Shen He, Ying and Paimeng back to the mourning hall.

As soon as he arrived at the mourning hall, he first took two stacks of yellow paper from the donkey cart, turned around and handed them to Ying, asking her to burn them at the door.

Song Yinjian quickly changed into a white robe. He sat solemnly in front of the ice coffin and began to recite scriptures for the afterlife.

The melodious sound of scriptures echoed inside and outside the mourning hall like water waves, carrying a strange magic that made people feel at ease and peaceful involuntarily in this quiet night.

In the flickering flames, Ying stared blankly at Song Yinjian, feeling that he seemed to have an inexplicable attraction at this moment that made her unable to look away.

"Hey, traveler, if you don't put some paper in, the fire will go out."

At this time, Paimeng, who had been watching the fire from the side, saw that the fire was getting smaller and smaller, and hurriedly spoke out to remind them.

Ying was brought back to reality by Paimeng's shout. She withdrew her gaze and continued to put the yellow paper in her hand into the fire in a hurry.

In this way, time passed slowly in the interweaving of the sound of scriptures and the light of fire, and before we knew it, it was already early morning.

The sound of Song Yinjian reciting the scriptures finally faded away, ending the ceremony.

He stood up, stretched his stiff body, then slowly walked to Ying, lowered his head, and asked with a hint of concern: "Ying, are you adapting to this job?"

Ying looked up at his handsome face, a bright and sincere smile spreading across her face, "You're adapting very well."

Song Yinjian nodded and said, "Hearing you say that, I feel relieved. I'll leave this place to you."

Ying was stunned.

Before she could react, Song Yinjian turned around, took Shen He's hand, and left the mourning hall directly.

Ying stood there, watching the two of them walking away intimately, a feeling of loss welling up in her heart.

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Late at night, the lights were on in an office in the Northland Bank.

Rosalyn sat elegantly at her desk, her arms folded across her chest. She looked at Gan Wei impatiently and said coldly, "You only have three minutes."

Gan Wei's expression froze when he heard this. He didn't dare to slack off at all and quickly said, "Madam, this is my plan.

During the upcoming Seven Stars Summoning Immortals Ceremony, we will send people to assassinate Emperor Yan Wang and my master, Uncle Tian."

When Rosalyn heard this, her brows furrowed slightly and she looked at him as if he were an idiot.

She was about to tell him to get lost, but she heard Gan Wei continue, "However, this assassination operation actually only requires killing my master.

In this way, Liyue will definitely be furious, and I can take advantage of the situation to obtain the right to investigate this incident.

During the investigation, I will frame the crimes on the Liyue Seven Stars, and then use the power of the Fatui to forcibly arrest them all.

Finally, all the major chambers of commerce in Liyue united to nominate me as the new Tianquan.

In this way, the situation in Liyue will fall under our control."

After Gan Wei finished speaking, he stared at Rosaline closely, his eyes full of anticipation and uneasiness.

He knew in his heart that this plan was too bold and crazy, and the probability of success was extremely small.

But if I don't take this chance, I will never have the chance to escape from this mediocre life.

After a moment, Rosalyn looked up at him with a cold gaze, and squeezed out a word from between her teeth: "Get out!"

Gan Wei's heart instantly sank to the bottom of the valley. He pleaded unwillingly, "Just give me this chance, I can be your dog!"

Rosalyn remained unmoved, her tone still cold: "I don't want to repeat myself a second time. Get out of here right now!"

Seeing this, Gan Wei had no choice but to turn around and leave the office dejectedly.

Rosalyn snorted disdainfully, "What a fool!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a humble voice sounded faintly from the shadows of the office, "My senior brother is indeed stupid and evil."

Zhiyi then stepped out from the shadows and continued, "His plan is not feasible at all. It will only cost my master's life in vain."

Rosalyn glanced at him calmly, "How much better could your plan be? Wouldn't it be ridiculous if it weren't different?"

Zhiyi shook his head and said calmly, "If it were really as ridiculous as you said, Madam, you wouldn't let me stand here any longer."

Rosalyn was silent for a moment, then said, "We, the Fatui, can secretly help you and the Chamber of Commerce behind you, but if you don't make a difference, we won't take action."

Zhiyi looked calm and composed, with a confident attitude as if he had everything under control. He bowed slightly and said, "Don't worry, we are quite good at conspiracy and trickery."

Rosalyn looked at him, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Compared with Song Yinjian, he is still far behind.

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The next morning, the sky was just beginning to light up, and the whole world was still immersed in the hazy morning light.

Ying was squatting at the door of the mourning hall, her eyes half-closed. She dozed off while mechanically and boredly putting the yellow paper in her hand into the fire in front of her.

Beside the fire, Paimon was lying on a soft blanket, tightly wrapped in a small quilt, sleeping soundly, and snoring softly from time to time.

Looking from a distance, this scene could easily be mistaken for Ying burning paper for Paimon.

Just when Ying was so sleepy that she was about to fall asleep, Song Yinjian and Shen He came over hand in hand.

Song Yinjian walked forward and handed her the breakfast in his hand, "Ying, you and Paimeng should go back to the immortal family to rest first. I left the door of the shop open."

Ying took the breakfast, waved her hand slightly, and said with all her strength, "I'm fine. I'll get all my energy back if I take a nap for a while."

Song Yinjian knew that Ying's physique was far superior to that of an ordinary person, so he stopped trying to comfort her.

Then he turned and walked into the mourning hall, changed into robes, and continued to recite the scriptures for the deceased with a solemn expression.

The sound of scriptures gradually woke up Paimeng who was sleeping soundly, and she slowly opened her eyes sleepily.

When he saw Ying enjoying the delicious breakfast with gusto, all his sleepiness disappeared immediately. He quickly went to Ying's side and competed with her for breakfast.