Genshin Impact: We have to find a way to abduct people.

"It seems that that person is pretending to be me."

"If it's an impersonation...then he's learned it so well that you can't tell it's a fake at all. And after he separated from us, why did he attack Joel?"

Regarding Paimon's question, Albedo was also thinking: "Perhaps, Dulin's power will make people crazy...but this is just my rough guess. Well, the person pretending to be me, or another fake me ...That's a curse-like story, and you shouldn't have to bear it. In addition, the memory this snowy mountain left for you is really not a good one, so Wutong, Kong, if nothing happens, go back to Mondstadt. .I have a lot of things to do next, so I’m afraid I won’t be able to entertain you all the time.”

"I don't plan to leave, I will help with the investigation. As for Wutong, I am inclined to let her go back to Mondstadt City, but it depends on what she thinks. She wants to go back to Mondstadt City and wait in the Dustsong Pot. It’s okay to take a rest. If we investigate together, of course that’s okay too.”

"..."

After waiting for a while, he didn't hear Wutong's answer at first. He turned around and saw that the other party's eyes were fixed on one place, and his hand had been stirring the spoon in the bowl mechanically. Sora was used to it: "I'm distracted."

Paimon was also used to it, and nodded in response: "I'm distracted."

It's quite fresh.

"Often? She looks like this." Albedo crossed his arms across his chest, surprised by the familiarity between Sora and Paimon's words.

"Well, it's not that often. Wutong is mostly between listening and distracted. But just now when I saw Abedo, you said you were an artificial human, Wutong had no mood swings at all. Maybe she knows all these things, So I couldn’t help but..."

"...Ah, that's it."

Just as Paimon was halfway through what he said, Wutong stopped stirring the soup in his hands and raised his eyes in sudden realization.

I had previously suspected that it was impossible for Tvarin to accidentally swallow Dulin's poisonous blood and leave something belonging to her in her body, but the "him" that broke out of Dulin's belly would not be stained at all. For example, even if the solute-to-solvent ratio is different, it still exists.

So Wutong just distributed his power and borrowed the black snake's visual transfer ability to control it to reach the honeysuckle tree.

She was mistaken. Dulin's heart might not have much to do with her. It's related, maybe it's the blood.

Chalcedony stained with Durin's blood can resurrect the honeysuckle tree.

According to records, hundreds of years ago, Dulin was defeated by the wind gods Barbatos and Tevarin. It fell from the sky and fell into the vast white snow. And the God of Wind chose Bai Xue as the cemetery, not just for the beauty of the tomb, but maybe because he wanted to use this power of freezing everything to suppress the rotting poison in Du Lin.

Sora was chatting with Albedo and Paimon. Wutong, Qingqiu, and Black Snake opened a separate chat room on topics related to the honeysuckle tree, Kanria, and blood. Because since the godhood was overwritten, as she herself recovered her memory, Qingqiu also recovered at the same time. Although he had never seen the honeysuckle tree under the summons, it was almost the same if he saw a snake.

After all, this tree is grown from chalcedony, which has been marinated in flavor.

Qingqiu: I've confirmed it. It smells like Wutong, but it doesn't smell like the blue-green dragon I met a long time ago, as you said.

Wutong: Are there none in this snowy mountain?

Black Snake: Hey, there's no way to judge this. After all, I'm just a snake. The entire snow mountain range is too big. Little master, you have to call me for this kind of thing.

Qingqiu: If according to what you said, Wutongtong, this thing has been pickled, and we have seen the heart before, then it feels like this entire snow mountain should be gone. Dulin... Dulin is a metamorphic life, a force that does not belong to this world. And as for Rhindot, the sages of Camria, the sages create life underground. Hmm... She seems to have borrowed your blood and done some experiments, yes. But I can't remember exactly.

Wutong: Outside the world? Strictly speaking, my blood does belong to outside of Teyvat, but the effect of that weird vitality... I am more inclined to the abyss. I think my blood in the past, when I first came to Teyvat, would never have this effect. By the way, Qingqiu, have you ever heard of a word - black soil is the etymology of alchemy and the foundation of life. Chalk is dirt-free soil. It is also the material of the original man. Could this black earth from which life is made...come from the abyss? Could the original man be Phanes?

Black Snake: Fanes? Wow, it sounds so exciting, but if it is as you guessed, then the alchemist named Reindot, whether she really just wants to explore the truth of the world or something, well, the result is... It wouldn't be wonderful. Maybe it will attract the wrath of God?

Hearing Black Snake complain like this, Wutong suddenly realized.

Yes, it was a true prophecy. Indeed, Camria was destroyed.

But it wasn't a loud noise, so it was enough to attract her attention. Wutong looked at the two people in front of him, one with his head tilted and the other with his hands on his hips. His thoughts shifted and he focused on the present moment: "Want to help?"

I definitely have to help, and the other person is not an outsider.

Besides, she wouldn't wander around alone in the snowy mountains. Kong's PTSD seems to be a little serious recently. It is not ruled out that it has always been there, but it has become obvious here after returning to the old place.

The three of them wanted to attend that winter camp, and it was indeed a good reason to spend time in the snowy mountains. Now, it's business as usual. It's time to participate, it's time to be active. Then during this period, he casually and casually helped Abedo to find out relevant clues. If anyone sees him, or someone like him...record the information and tell him.

Two days passed like this.

As agreed, they arrived at the camp.

The harvest can be said to be almost nothing. I checked, and I also paid attention to various locations in the snowy mountains, but I didn't see anyone who looked very similar to the other person, and I didn't hear of anyone meeting him...

Abedo said that he was not surprised at all. He had not made much progress here. The person pretending to be him seemed to realize that several people were investigating and no longer acted so obviously.

Or, no obvious action is the other party's consistent train of thought.

However, to say that there is almost no gain is not to say that there is no gain at all. Abedo found footprints from some places on the mountain. Although some of them were covered by snow, he could still tell that they were made by people with a similar body shape to himself. There are a lot of footprints, and I’m afraid I’ll have to exclude the adventurers who are active on the snowy mountains one by one...

And since they were dealing with adventurers, Sora and Wutong naturally understood.

Just when we were preparing to set off, there was a sudden loud noise and movement, which shook some of the gravel on the camp.

Several people looked at each other and decided to trace the source of the sound first.

As I got closer, I could faintly hear the voices of people talking. They were very familiar, as if I had heard them not long ago.