Jiraiya's Heroic Stories: Genshin Impact

(Thanks to Qing Wuxie for sending the reminder talisman~)

As the Thunderbird fled, the thick fog that was so thick that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face also dissipated.

After the fog disappeared, it was relatively easy for Jiraiya and his group to deal with the Beast Hound, a monster that was just a remnant of the abyss.

It didn't take long before those beast hounds were beaten up by everyone and turned into black mist and disappeared into the world.

"Huff...the fog around us has dissipated. Are we successful?" Paimon asked, panting.

Seeing Paimon, who was the most tired in the room, Aru immediately ran over and asked with concern: "Well... Paimon didn't do anything, why does he look so tired?"

"Hey! Don't say such hurtful words with such a concerned expression!" Paimon said excitedly. When the fog dissipated, they found that there were corpses piled at everyone's feet - the corpses of the Hilichurls!

Hill people, Abyss Apostles, Abyss Mages...

"Let's get out of here, Paimon is so scared."

After looking around, the traveler had an indescribable feeling. The sky was clear and empty, and he had no idea what had just happened.

Jiraiya was just about to lead everyone away, but Aru suddenly ran towards the direction where there was thick fog in the depths.

"Hey! Aru, don't run around! It's so dangerous now! Come back quickly!" Paimon wanted to catch up anxiously.

"Don't worry, big brothers and sisters, let's go to the festival first! Kapaqili will protect me! And everyone is looking forward to this festival, I also have to serve other perches to ensure that the festival goes smoothly!

If you want a wooden reed flute, you can ask Grandpa You for it. He is in charge of the sacrifice, and the wooden reed flute is also a very important prop. "Aru said before leaving, pointing in the direction of the festival.

……

"Eh? Are we still going to hold a festival at this time?"

Paimon rushed into the fog, but even though he was just a few steps away, he didn't see Aru's figure. Just like Ibe and Makiri, they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"What's going on here? There are so many beast hounds and hillbillies here, and there may even be dangerous members of the Abyss Cult. It's too dangerous for Aru to run around like this!"

Paimon frantically searched for Aru, but gradually lost his way in the fog. Fortunately, Jiraiya used his white hair to roll him out, otherwise he might have been lost.

"After all, Aru is a native of Tsurugan and should have his own way. Let's go to the festival as he said.

There are many people at the festival, so I should be able to learn a lot of information."

Jiraiya said as he looked in the direction that Aru pointed, where there were the few rays of light in this foggy world.

"...In this situation, even if there are delicious and fun things to do at the festival, Paimon won't be interested!"

Although his head was covered with fog, Paimon still followed Jiraiya and the others towards the fire in the dim fog.

"I feel like this fog is like a hideous monster that will eat people up in one bite! As expected, light makes people feel more at ease."

Everyone was chatting idly when they arrived in front of the altar.

"Emmm... It's not as lively as I imagined. And I didn't see anything interesting. There were only some delicious food on the stone altar over there.

Why is there still an empty space in the middle of the stone altar? How stingy."

Paimon complained quietly while looking around the entire festival. It felt like there was no lively atmosphere like when Inazuma was attending the festival.

Everyone looked depressed and anxious.

Jiraiya also looked at the stone altar in the center of the festival. It seemed that some specific foods were surrounded in a circle, but there was a space in the middle that was just the right size for a child.

It seemed that some bad suspicion lingered in Jiraiya's mind.

During his travels over the years, Jiraiya had seen similar scenes many times.

"Look, the oldest man in front of the stone altar in the middle should be the grandfather that Aru and the others mentioned, right? He looks very respected! Let's go ask him!"

After Paimeng flew forward for a while, he politely greeted the old man in front of the altar: "Hello! Are you Grandpa You?"

The other party didn't seem to have any intention of paying attention, but kept muttering to himself: "I don't know when the festival will be ready. Ibe and Makiri should be able to offer the roosting tree there, right?"

"We've already helped fix it over there! And what happened in the sky just now, didn't you care?"

"There are still three roosts, and I don't know what's going on now..."

"Ah! Why is it like this again! Can you please listen to Paimon carefully? You're angry!" Paimon was so angry that he was jumping up and down.

Jiraiya seemed to have already seen the clues and quickly took out his notebook.

It is difficult for human imagination to understand the contents of his notebook... the first line is the three-dimensional information of a beautiful girl, and the second line is the information record of a major event.

For example, the chapters of those filthy imaginary novels about the Gilded Troupe were placed on the same page as the information about the Fatui...

"I hope... no, Lord Thunderbird will be satisfied with this festival!" Grandpa was talking to himself again.

"Hello, what is this Thunderbird you mentioned just now?" Paimon asked carefully.

But no one answered, and grandpa just stood there stupidly, no longer paying any attention to anyone.

"Ah! We're here to help! And yet you're ignoring us!"

Paimon was still jumping with anger, but Jiraiya had already taken his notebook and asked other people in the festival about the situation.

"It's only once in my life, I really want to go outside the "Sea of ​​Fog" to take a look..."

"Don't be silly! That's a dark world!"

"Didn't the priest say that as long as we leave the fog, our souls will be lost and become dark shadows wandering in the silent kingdom?

If Master Thunderbird hadn't used the mist to protect Heguan, we would have been doomed long ago!"

"I know, that's why we hold a festival to thank Master Thunderbird, but aren't you curious about what's out there?"

"Some people have thought about leaving here before. They followed the light of Thunderbird-sama and searched for new lands, but no one has ever returned alive. Old man, you also remember the son of the Kamae family, right?"

"How could I forget? I can only hope that he is doing well."

……

It is hard to imagine that such a childish conversation actually came from two octogenarians. It turns out that they have never left this island in their entire lives!

At this moment, above the earth and under the sky, a group of members of the Abyss Cult were waiting for their princess to give orders.

"Princess, what do you think? Shall we still chase after them?"

But after thinking for a moment, Yingmei decided not to leave.

"It is not appropriate for us to go down with such fanfare and cause unnecessary disputes. Send that guy away."

"As ordered!"