"During the war, Morax assassinated our god. He was jealous of the power of the Salt Demon and made us homeless!"
"You really don't have any shame. With this power, let alone jealousy, I have no interest in it."
What Jiang Bai said was really true. He really had no interest in the authority of this salt.
Although he can produce unlimited salt, the best Jiang Bai can do is to be a salt merchant.
But if you want to open a store to sell salt, you have to register for various certificates, rent a storefront, recruit people, entertain customers, and run various business operations. Once the business is started, if you want to expand the market, you have to start a business war with those salt merchants.
He doesn't like to do this. It's too troublesome. It would be better to sell it to Ningguang if it is left in his hands.
At least Ningguang can give him money directly.
Wan Yan tried her best to block Jiang Bai's various taunts, and just stared at Zhongli, hoping that he could stop his disciple and say something fair.
She revealed all the emotions she had suppressed for so many years, the hatred, the hatred, and the humiliation of having to live under the protection of her enemies.
"I hate him! But Liyue is the Liyue of Morax, and history must be allowed to be whitewashed by him!"
History is always written by the victors, and Morax is the victor.
He can beautify his own history without any scruples, and erase the achievements of the Salt Demon God just like he erased the life of the Salt Demon God.
Her voice was hoarse, "So, I want to prove! Prove that Morax is also guilty! He has blood on his hands, and he has a cruel and ruthless side!"
Zhongli said nothing.
Wan Yan looked at Zhong Li eagerly, her words subconsciously laced with desire.
As a believer of the Salt Demon God, she grew up listening to the deeds of the Salt Demon God told by her ancestors, and hated Morax for countless years.
Finally, finally here, she can finally prove that Morax is also guilty, and she longs for a fair judgment!
"Right, Mr. Zhongli! You promised me, we signed a contract! We must face the truth!
"You cannot be influenced by him! Mr. Zhongli, you must make a fair judgment on this matter!!"
Seeing her like this, Zhongli's eyes showed some pity.
"That's natural. Liyue is no longer the Liyue of Morax."
He took the lead and walked forward, "Go forward, all the answers lie ahead."
Jiang Bai rolled his eyes at Wan Yan and followed Zhongli's footsteps.
He also wanted to know how the Salt Demon God died.
The further inside you go, the more depressing the air is, and a sense of despair and lifelessness permeates the air.
This is the lingering thought of the demon god. Even though thousands of years have passed, it still lingers and devastates people's hearts.
"Is this the Demon God's remnant?" Jiang Bai felt it, and his mood seemed to be affected by this remnant, becoming a little desperate and dead.
"Yes." Zhongli nodded.
"The power that the demon god explodes when he dies is so terrifying that it can even cause geological changes. The more powerful the demon god is, the greater the impact will be after death.
"These unwillingness and hatred will not disappear easily. They will attach themselves to objects, people and even monsters, causing great harm."
"So, these are the things Mandrill deals with every day?"
Jiang Bai finally had a clear idea of what Mandrill was going to fight against.
I have always known that there is such a thing, but I have never experienced it, and I don't know how powerful it is.
But it seems that it is really not easy for Mandrill to survive until now.
"Strange, why can I only feel despair and deathly silence?"
Sora also felt the demon's regret, but what puzzled him was, why was there no hatred in it?
If he was killed, he would definitely hate him, right?
Hate, hate the person or god who killed him, hate the cruel rules of the demon war, hate the person who made the rules, hate the person who started the war
But what he felt more was deathly silence, and there was nothing sadder than the feeling of death.
"Of course it's because Heulia felt the deepest emotions before she died."
"The Demon God of Salt. What happened to him?"
Among all the people, Wan Yan was the one who felt the demon's residual thoughts the most. She did not have the eyes of God and could not resist these demon's residual thoughts. At this moment, her mind was already somewhat affected.
But fortunately, her obsession was strong enough that the impact on her was not too strong and she could still maintain her sanity.
Soon, several people saw two broken sword sections. These two broken sword sections had been salted a lot, but they still maintained the shape of the sword itself. They were very conspicuous when placed on the shelf.
"Is this a sword?" Wan Yan's mood instantly rose.
"The broken sword! This is evidence! Proves that the Salt Demon God once resisted! He just couldn't withstand the murderous hand of Morax!"
Jiang Bai touched the broken sword with his hand. Although the salted part on it still maintained the shape of the sword, salt particles could be formed by rubbing it lightly.
"Is this really the weapon of the Salt Demon God? Why does it look so different?"
It doesn't even have the most basic sturdiness as a weapon. How can you fight people with such a weapon?
Zhongli was definitely his answer, "This is not his weapon, it is the thing that kills him."
When Jiang Bai realized it, he just said, how can such a sword be used as a weapon?
"Doesn't that mean that the salt on this sword is actually the blood of the Demon God of Salt? The Demon God's blood corroded the sword and salted the parts where the blood was stuck."
"Yes."
After saying this, Zhongli didn't give Wan Yan a chance to speak. He just said, "Keep going inside, and I will tell you everything you want to know."
The further inside, the stronger the demon's residual thoughts became. I wonder if the broken sword just now caused Wanyan to be a little stimulated. She was obviously affected and became dazed.
"Master, do you have anything to temporarily isolate her from the influence of the Demon God's residual thoughts?" Jiang Bai asked.
Hearing his words, before Zhongli could speak, Paimon was the first to hold back.
"I didn't expect you to be quite kind. Even if you don't like her, you still want to help her."
Paimon felt like he got to know Jiang Bai again.
Jiang Bai looked at her speechlessly, "Are you kidding me? I'm just afraid that she will fall down before she hears the truth!"
"Well, I misjudged you." The corner of Paimon's mouth twitched, "You really trust the Rock King. What if the truth is not what you think."
"It's a joke, I'm the stupid lackey of King Yan." Jiang Bai proudly puffed up his chest in front of Zhongli.
Paimon felt speechless, "I'm obviously scolding you, but why are you still so proud?"
"This is a praise. It praises my respect for the Emperor of the Rock King from the side! Although I couldn't witness the heroic appearance of the Emperor during the Demon God War, just speaking a few words from his mouth made me have endless respect for the Emperor.