Original God, looking for the heart

In the room, Mandrill and Sora's eyes have not yet opened, and the red threads wrapped around their fingertips are getting brighter and brighter.

In Mandrill's memory

Kong looked around helplessly, because Mobei and Paimon disappeared in just a moment: "Mobei, Paimon——"

No one responded to him in the empty surroundings. He clenched his fists and decided to walk alone.

This is a bamboo forest. Besides Mandrill and Morax, there are four other people here.

A cold voice belonging to Mandrill sounded: "The Yaksha clan, in compliance with the agreement with the emperor, has been subduing demons for thousands of years."

As Mandrill read out word by word, several colorful figures in the picture became clear.

"Fushe." That was the burliest Yaksha, with four arms and purple patterns all over his body. Although he is tall and tall, he looks kind and even honest.

"It's hard to cut down." It was a woman with mainly blue tones, and a pair of gradient blue horns on her head. Her face is particularly delicate under her long hair, and her words and deeds are like that of a lady.

"Ying Da." Although they are both women, Ying Da, whose main color is red, is more lively and seems to have endless enthusiasm.

"Mi Nu." Although his name contains the word "nu", he, wearing a yellow robe and squinting his eyes, does not seem to have anything to do with "nu", but rather a formal person.

"Are these people Mandrill's companions?"

Kong saw Mandrill in the picture holding Yuan Yuan in his arms and resting against a tree. Fushe, who was respectfully called "Big Brother", held a brush in his hand and gently painted on Mandrill's face. The rest of the Yashas hid aside and watched Mandrill quietly.

Suddenly, Mandrill opened his eyes, and Fushe and the other Yashas also reacted in an instant and ran away, leaving Mandrill alone and angry. It seems that they are all "habitual offenders".

Sora couldn't help but laugh, the dignified Yasha could actually play pranks like a child. And the mandrill who was pranked looked very cute.

It was still the cold voice of Mandrill: "Those guys always say that they will live a human life after there is peace."

"What's wrong with trying a human life? Mandrill can come and try it too." Sora put his hand to his mouth like a trumpet and responded to Mandrill.

Whenever evil comes at night, five masked figures will appear from high up at the same time. They jump down together and shuttle through the forest. Wherever he goes, evil spirits slay him.

Another new picture. The people of Liyue, who were protected by the Yashas, ​​set up an altar, and they offered food that the Yashas liked on it.

Although the Yakshas are not short of food, they still can't help but feel happy when they see people's offerings.

However, several black vines slowly climbed up the screen from below, and a few drops of blood smeared out. A strong uneasiness surged in Sora's heart. Among the five masks representing different Yakshas, ​​four of them shattered one by one:

"The Fushe was tainted by the demon's hatred and became obsessed with it. Its whereabouts are still unknown."

"It was difficult to cut down and anger was rising. The two of them killed each other due to pollution."

"Ying Da, after being contaminated, he fell into fear and went crazy."

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In the end, only the mask representing Mandrill remained unbroken.

"I also know that my time may not be long. The day when my karma breaks out will be the day of my death."

The screen zooms in. Sora passed through the eyes on Mandrill's mask and came to Mandrill's side.

A chaotic atmosphere filled the air. Mandrill was sitting on the ground, hugging his knees and looking at the ground with empty eyes. Behind him was a large black mist, and the tentacles extending out of the mist imprisoned him.

With the sword in Sora's hand, he rushed forward without hesitation and cut off the tentacles with his sword.

This time, it seemed that it was not just a picture, he actually came to Mandrill's side.

The mist receded, and several tentacle tips emerged from it, as if to say don't be complacent, he will come back.

Mandrill gradually regained consciousness and stood up.

Sora rushed forward and swooped down to hug Mandrill.

Mandrill first turned his head to one side, neither resisting nor accepting. But he accepted it anyway. He stretched out his hand awkwardly and patted Kong's back...

memory ends

Mandrill and Sora woke up at the same time.

Paimon flew to the two of them: "Wow! You're awake. How do you feel?"

"...it's okay" "Well, I feel pretty good too."

The atmosphere was a bit strange, as if it made people unhappy.

After an awkward moment, Kong asked Mandrill if he had any plans. Asking questions knowingly, Mandrill's arrangement was naturally to eliminate the monsters. No matter what, he must abide by his contract with the emperor.

"Okay, be careful."

"Yeah." Mandrill left, leaving only Sora and Paimon in the room.

Kong originally wanted to comfort Mandrill, but the methods applicable to ordinary people could not help him. Because he is a Yaksha, and not just because he is a Yaksha. Mandrill has always separated himself from others, and too much concern will make him feel uncomfortable. What's more, if you mention his worries again, he will only be disgusted.

Pamon saw something was wrong with Kong's expression: "Hey, what's wrong with you? I haven't looked good on you these past two days."

"It's okay, Paimon. The amount of information is too much, I just can't relax for a while."

"Then, if you have anything, you can tell Paimon, and Paimon will help you."

Talk to Paimon? This kind of thing is really hard to talk about.

"Okay, thank you Paimon. I'll take you to eat Lotus Cake next time."

"Oh, it's delicious!" Paimon's true colors will be revealed as soon as he hears about delicious food.

As for Mandrill, Kong believes that everything will be fine if you take your time.

Liyue, Dihua Prefecture

When Mandrill arrived here, the remains of many monsters were already lying on the ground, and bits and pieces of "hate" were constantly generated from the monsters.

It seemed that the battle was almost over.

The hatred generated by the bones keeps getting closer to Mo Bei. The regret that usually imprisoned the absorber and made him feel cold and uncomfortable seemed to play a different role here in Mobei: to add entertainment.

Mo Bei's hands were covered in blood. The wind here became sticky, and it tugged at Mo Bei's tuxedo. Mo Bei raised a hand and wiped his face casually with the back of his hand, wiping away some of the blood stained on his face.

The face that rarely showed expressions on weekdays had a hint of smile at this moment, especially the eyes, which had a hint of excitement. It was like, this was a feast of slaughter, and he——

I just had a full meal

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