Chapter 262: Do you really have no need to respect yourself at all?
"Hall Master Hu... why don't you let me lead the way."
Feeling Hu Tao's slightly stiff movements, Famas gently patted the girl in front of her on the shoulder.
There is no moonlight in the night at Wuwangpo, and the blue phosphorus fire in the hazy mist serves as the only light source, illuminating the walnut-plum-colored eyes.
But at this moment, Hall Master Hu's face only has a serious look that is totally inconsistent with his usual one.
"Ah! Hey... do you know the route to the boundary between life and death?"
Feeling the touch on her shoulder, Hutao turned around in surprise, and happened to see Famas stopping in front of him, bending slightly and looking at him closely.
"Of course, let alone the border between life and death, I have even been to the other side."
Famas put his hands behind his back in a funny way.
Although the perception of the depths of the earth's veins is limited, it is still easy to find a secret place somewhere.
As for the other side, Famas refers to the Kingdom of God and the Cave Heaven created by the Seven Rulers of the Earthly World, as well as the out-of-reach Sky Island suspended on the continent of Teyvat.
As one of the few powerful gods during the Demon God War, and once possessing the heart of a god connected with the laws of heaven, Famas naturally also visited the Sky Island and accepted orders from the laws of heaven.
"Mr. Famas...actually been to the other side!?"
Hutao's eyes widened, and she subconsciously thought that the boy in red was joking. While she was muttering to herself, she suddenly felt a cold feeling on her face. The blue will-o'-the-wisps wherever she looked gradually disappeared, and the winding road shrouded in white mist stretched.
To the end.
The strong wind howled by and the thunder sounded, interrupting Hu Tao's words.
"Isn't it going to rain?"
Hutao raised his head and looked at the sky: "The sky here has always been so gloomy. I can't tell if it's a dark cloud..."
After the words fell, a few drops of water followed one after another, and the dense pine needles on the ground made a crackling sound.
"Wow, it really rained!"
"The entrance is right in front!"
What a coincidence.
Hutao secretly thought strangely in his heart, Wuwangpo was full of resentment. It was originally a place where even the dark clouds would not gather, but today it seemed as if something was preventing the two of them from entering the place where life and death meet.
Keeping silently reciting the edict to exorcise evil spirits in his heart, Hutao took Famasi's hand and bravely ran towards the destination.
Fortunately, after the wind picked up, the white fog in Wuwang Slope dispersed a lot.
It's just that the rain and the storm hit together, like countless thin needles pricking Hutao's body. She had no choice but to raise her hands and bend her arms in front of her face to defend herself, in order to relieve the pain caused by the rain.
Famas calmly mobilized the fire elements and opened the shield to block most of the rain and fallen leaves blown by the strong wind.
Finally, the two people braved the violent storm and got into a passage and stepped into the huge collapsed circular corridor.
Looking around with the faint light, Famas found a pile of extinguished firewood and unused dry wood not far away. Maybe someone had been stationed before and left in a hurry for some reason. p>
Their clothes were full of water, and the wind blew in from time to time in the broken parts of the corridor, making Hu Tao shiver with cold.
"This is what I left behind. It was originally a place for cooking food..."
Hu Tao took out the flint he carried with him and started to light a fire.
Catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits along the way consumed a lot of elemental power. With the rain and wind blowing, Hu Tao cautiously wanted to retain his power and chose the simplest way to start a fire.
Hutao, who was squatting half-crouched, had wet brown hair spread out. He obediently hid the hexagonal hat in his arms and placed it against his fair skin, which was illuminated by the firelight and turned into a warm color.
The water droplets falling from the roots of her hair slid across her bright and cunning plum blossom pupils and chin, and melted into the brown collar of her clothes.
The rain gave Hutao's already beautiful face a gentle temperament that was different from the weird one.
But no one appreciated such a beautiful picture. Famas focused on the gravel and road in the corridor.
Except for the walkable passages, the corridors connect the existing floors above and below, looking like relics of an ancient civilization.
Unfortunately, these doors and passages are all blocked by rubble.
The rocky ceiling of the corridor emits strange light, and it is impossible to determine the direction of these light sources. After a long time, this buried behemoth still maintains its original outline and stands here, unmoving. p>
If your memory is correct, you can find the way to the boundary between life and death by walking around the corridor a few times.
The sound of fire burning through wood sounded in his ears, and Famas turned his head. In front of him was the dancing fire, and the walnuts that carefully placed the Hunyuan hexagonal hat next to the flame to dry.
The firewood slowly dissipated the damp chill from her body. She placed her hat next to the chair made of logs. Hall Master Hu opened the back of his robe without any scruples, clenching his fists and trying to wring out the water droplets on his clothes. With her auburn twin-tailed hair spread out, Hutao was still muttering some song in her mouth, looking in a very good mood.
Naturally, Famas didn't get wet, but silently stared at the humming walnut.
He had long known that he was going to see the Munata warriors buried in Liyue.
But what should you say after meeting?
How should he explain to the soldiers who died that he lost the war and also lost the entire Munata and their relatives and friends?
Hutao obviously didn't see Famas's thoughts, and saw him come to his senses from the stone wall in the corridor. The girl, whose clothes were half dry, adjusted the hat on her head, and a burst of red butterflies rose around her body, touching the golden light.
After a few butterflies flickered, she appeared directly in front of Famas, looking up at the pensive boy in red.
"Mr. Famas!"
Hutao raised his palm and waved it in front of the young man's eyes.
Famas just frowned, and the red butterflies shone in front of him, spreading out the walnut's exquisite body.
Beside them are butterflies that are fading away.
"Are you okay? Do you want to warm up by the fire..."
Famas still had no reaction.
"Eh...you're not stupid because you got caught in the rain, are you?"
Walnut, who noticed something unusual, muttered.
Although there was no trace of moisture on Famas's body, Walnut still reached out to touch Famas out of concern, intending to use the fire element to help him evaporate any water stains that might be hidden on his clothes.
"Wutao, I'm fine."
Sensing the restless fire element, Famas lowered his head helplessly and grabbed Hall Master Hu's wrist.
Hall Master Hu was well-known as an eccentric person in Liyue. Although he had good intentions in helping him evaporate the water vapor, Famas still felt that it was unnecessary to use it when looking at the large amount of unstable fire elements condensed on Hu Tao's hand.
Such a grumpy way.
Facing Famas's bottomless eyes, Hutao suddenly froze for a moment, and wanted to get closer to Famas's hands to freeze. As if he knew what the boy in red was thinking, he took out his palms and nodded hummingly.
"Hmph~ Okay then! Next we have to go to the real boundary between life and death!"
As she said that, the girl jumped lightly and stood on the higher pile of gravel. Her hands coated in black were clasped behind her back, one foot was slightly raised, her eyes were squinted, and she looked down at Famas.
"The night will eventually come, and similarly, tomorrow's sunrise will still come."
"Right? Munata's general!"
In response to Famasi's melodious call, Walnut's reddish-brown ponytail swung up in an arc, tiny hairs in twos and threes fluttered with the wind, and the open corners of his clothes flew up.
Knowing that Hutao was comforting himself, Famas put a smile on his face, crossed his arms, and strode forward.
As he passed by the girl, he whispered a few words into her ear: