"If I lived during the Demon God War, I would definitely open up territories for the Emperor! When the time comes, I will be the Golden Roc General, and I will be the Emperor's most beloved general!"
Listening to Jiang Bai's praise of the emperor and himself, Kong and Paimon's eyes both turned into dead fish eyes.
Kong wanted to call Mandrill over and ask him to say this again in front of Mandrill.
Jiang Bai didn't care about their mood and continued:
"Besides, when a king becomes a king or a bandit becomes a bandit, who is going to talk about good and evil when it comes to great things? People who achieve great things don't stick to trivial matters. It's stupid to evaluate a person or even a god based on pure goodness or evil."
"Xiao Bai," Zhong Li reached out and touched the top of Jiang Bai's head with a slight smile on his face.
"Huh?" When Zhong Li touched his head, the dull hair on Jiang Bai's head softened, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red.
"You remind me of what you said to me when the emperor was assassinated. At that time, you were still struggling with whether to be Morax's lackey or the second-generation Rock God's lackey."
Zhongli deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "running dog", which made Jiang Bai immediately want to dig a hole and bury himself.
"Master!!"
His face turned red, as if he had been stepped on, and he immediately turned up his volume.
"Those things are in the past, don't mention them anymore!!!"
Zhong Li smiled and patted his head, and said dotingly: "Okay, okay, don't mention it."
This child of my own still has weaknesses.
But as I get older, it’s a different feeling to hear the praises from the children at home.
Zhongli drew a talisman casually, and stuck the talisman on Wanyan's body. She suddenly became more awake.
"Why so many statues!"
As soon as she woke up, she saw the salt sculptures around her, all of which were in running postures.
Although the expressions on the statues can no longer be seen clearly, it can be seen from their movements that they are all trying to escape from here in a panic.
"These are all the people affected by the explosion of divine power when the Salt Demon God died."
"What's in front of you?" Kong frowned.
"It's salt, and betrayal."
Wan Yan took two steps back, feeling greatly shocked.
"No, how could it happen? I don't believe it. You must be talking nonsense."
She stumbled and ran into the innermost hall. When she saw the scene in front of her clearly, she stood there, as if petrified.
In front of her were large tracts of salt, which left traces of varying depths on the ground like balloons exploding.
In the center of the explosion was a puddle of snow-white pure salt. The salt piled up into a small mountain, like the last ashes left after the death of a generation of demon gods.
Behind the salt pile is a humanoid statue. This statue is frozen at the last moment of its life, maintaining the action of thrusting the sword forward.
It was clearly what Zhongli said - betrayal.
"How. How could it be possible?" Wan Yan knelt down on the spot, her mind greatly shaken.
Even if she no longer wants to believe it, the facts are already before her.
That dagger was indeed the weapon that killed the Demon God of Salt, and it was the statue in front of her that killed the Demon God of Salt.
"This is the scene. Heulia's body collapsed, leaving only a few traces of salt. The scene of her death is also fixed here."
Zhongli slowly told Heulia's story in a calm tone:
"The Demon God of Salt, Heulia, is not a powerful demon. On the contrary, he is too accommodating and too weak, and there is no way he can ascend to the position of the Seven Gods. The loser.
"During the Demon God War, the demon gods in the world used all their strength and wisdom to fight for the continent of Teyvat. But Heulia chose to escape.
"He believes that as long as he gives up before the fight occurs, the war will never affect himself and his people. However, in the long years of war, there will be no end to concessions.
"In the bottomless concession, Heulia lost all the land, leaving only the last shelter.
"His people finally realized that this kind but weak demon could not protect anyone in war.
"The demon war is very cruel. Instead of letting him suffer the torture after defeat, it is better to give him relatively easy relief."
"Tsk, the truth is even more outrageous than I imagined! I thought He was killed by other demon gods, but in the end He was killed by his own people, and he was granted relatively easy relief under the guise of a promise. It's really ridiculous.
Ridiculous!"
Jiang Bai had too many things to say, so he took out his photo camera and took pictures.
Wan Yan can have such faith in the Demon God of Salt, it must have been cultivated from childhood.
There must be more than one person like her.
This group of people is so shameless. Their ancestors killed the gods who protected them and turned to other gods and demons. However, after living a peaceful life, they missed the old gods who had cared for them and hated the rock that had protected them until now.
Wang Dijun.
Jiang Bai will not have any sympathy for this kind of person, and he deserves to have his faith broken and so on!
He wanted to add insult to injury and publish it in the newspaper so that all of Teyvat would know what their ancestors had done!
Yin Yuan Hall, right? The one in charge of salt, right?
Don’t even think about becoming an official. From now on, when you see salt, you will kowtow three times to apologize!
Burn three sticks of incense in front of the statue of the emperor every day and repent!
"What's going on with these statues?" Paimon asked.
"No matter how weak the demon god is, the power lost when he dies cannot be endured by a human body. Those who could not escape have all become like this."
"The people of the Salt God who had not experienced this disaster left his territory and went to Liyue to ask for the protection of Prince Yan.
"Their descendants were afraid of the remnants of the demon god Heulia left behind and the eternal curse He would inflict on them, so they risked the danger and returned here, cut off the sword and enshrined it, hoping to appease the anger He left behind.
"Actually, they were unnecessary. How could this demon god, who never resisted until the end, harbor resentment against his own people?"
"No wonder I didn't feel the hatred in this demon god's remnant. It turns out that he was killed voluntarily."
Mentioning this, Sora's mood was very complicated.
Perhaps there is nothing more tragic than giving up. In the end, this demon god was left with nothing but despair and deathly silence.
"Yes. If He hadn't actively sought death, it wouldn't have been easy for His people to kill Him."
"No, I don't believe it. This is all a scam! It's a lie! The truth is never like this, no."
Wanyan covered her head in pain, refusing to see the reality clearly.
Seeing her unwillingness to recognize the reality, Jiang Bai really couldn't help it.
"Hey, you are really shameless!
"Obviously it was your ancestors who killed your gods, and it was the emperor who protected you, but you are afraid of taking on this crime, beautifying your own history, treating your benefactors as enemies, and turning a blind eye to the real enemies!
"What gives you such a relatively easy relief? Isn't it because you felt that the Demon God of Salt could no longer protect you, so you killed him and used his death as a pledge of surrender to join other demon gods?
"The seller is just asking for glory, and what he says is so nice. Why don't you accept it? Where is the question of whether you accept it or not? Do you still believe in it? If I were the Demon God of Salt, I would find your belief disgusting!
"You didn't cherish it when you were here, but you remembered the goodness of the Salt Demon God thousands of years after his death. You are even more despicable than you!
"What kind of evil has the emperor committed? He took in you ungrateful people!"