Jiraiya's Heroic Stories: Genshin Impact

"What should we do? There's no way back!" Paimon shouted.

But it was really an obvious problem. After Jiraiya and his companions looked around, they set their sights on the tall tower in the center of the city.

If the entire internal structure is moving, then the previous entrance or other exits will definitely be clearly visible by climbing up the tower.

But just as he took a step, he was blocked by an invisible energy wall.

"What is this?" Jiraiya fumbled with confusion, and even casually rolled out a Rasengan and hit the transparent wall. However, this attack did not even cause a ripple.

The depth of this energy wall is truly bottomless...

"Paimeng knows this. I saw it in Yuanxia Palace. It's very troublesome to decipher it."

Paimon shouted anxiously. She didn't want anything to happen to Qiqi either.

Although Hu Tao should have fulfilled his wish, he was more serious than anyone else at this moment. He immediately began to search for possible clues around him.

"Who!" After searching for a while, Hu Tao stared at a bush and shouted solemnly.

As Walnut finished speaking, rustling sounds were heard from the bushes ahead, and it was obvious that something was approaching. It was an extremely absurd thing that there were bushes growing in such a place without sunlight.

The strange environment immediately brought the atmosphere of fear to its extreme. It was really a scene of panic, and Jiraiya and others did not believe that such a ghost place could breed any normal small animals.

The traveler's palms were sweating as he waited with the others for the creatures in the bushes to appear, and he even planned to strike first.

As the rustling sound got closer, just when Paimon's nerves were stretched to the limit, a child's head suddenly popped up.

Based on his past experience of reading horror novels, the traveler and others should indeed strike first, but reason still made him and the others stop the long swords in their hands from falling.

"Ah! Paimeng is so scared!" Paimeng, who has always been timid, naturally hid behind everyone in fear at the first moment.

He was looking at the little boy in front of him with only his head exposed with some shock. The child looked only six or seven years old, just a little older than Qiqi, Keli and the others.

But he was obviously malnourished. He was so skinny that his eyes looked particularly prominent. His hair was so sparse that only a few strands were left. And probably because he had not been exposed to the sun for a long time, his skin was a white color that was not supposed to be on a living person.

The eyes were not very big, but they had a pair of exaggeratedly large pupils. In fact, just looking at them was enough to make Paimon feel creepy.

And Paimon was still wondering in his mind that the child's lower body was still hidden in the bushes, and he was not even sure whether it was a real human being.

After all, everyone has seen all kinds of strange monsters. Even if they have human faces, it can't completely dispel everyone's doubts. The more cautious, the more life. This is one of the principles that adventurers always follow.

However, this doesn't seem to apply to Bennett. No matter how careful this guy is, unexpected situations will always occur.

Everyone looked at this strange child and didn't say anything for a while, but the child spoke first: "Ah! There are new people here so soon! Hehe! Hello, big brother and big sister!"

As soon as the child opened his mouth, almost half of his teeth fell out. This is reasonable, after all, he has reached the age of replacing teeth.

"Uh... actually quite polite..." Although Paimon thought so in his heart, he still didn't dare to get close, and from time to time he would glance at the child's lower body with the corner of his eye.

Besides, this child is really ugly. If I have to choose between this child and the ugly hillbilly, I will have to keep him with me.

Paimon would really rather choose a Hilichurl...

As if to prove his innocence, the child happily crawled out of the bushes.

As expected, his skinny level was even worse than that of the thinnest Hillilman. Rather than looking like a human, he looked more like a goblin in Western fantasy novels.

Seeing that the two were silent, the child continued to talk to himself: "Big brother and big sister came at the right time. The village is about to hold a wedding, and it's rare to be so lively."

"Wedding..." Paimon was still thinking secretly in his heart. If a child looks like this, I'm afraid the adult's appearance would not be flattering, right? And can anyone really survive in such an environment?

"Oh, were the big brother and big sister's tongues also eaten? What a pity! I thought I would have one more person to chat with." The child was still talking happily.

Everyone really didn't understand how he could be so cheerful even though he was in this state.

It is a miracle that this body, which is even more pitiful than that of an African refugee, can still survive.

"The tongue was eaten?" Everyone couldn't help but frowned, and they couldn't understand why a child would have such an idea.

But Jiraiya still got a lot of information from the child's words. He and his group were not the first group of outsiders; this child might have seen Fischl, Eula and the others.

"What's your name, little boy? How old are you this year?" Paimon suppressed his disgust for the child's appearance and spoke in a soft voice.

It’s not that Paimon has no manners, but the attitude towards beauty and ugliness is a physiological problem, just like people will inevitably frown and hold their breath when they go to a garbage dump.

Of course, the child couldn't sense what Paimon was thinking, so he just cheerfully replied, "The white-haired flying girl looks younger than me! My name is Uku, and I can't remember how old I am."

"What white-haired flying girl! Why did she get another weird nickname?" Paimon said, jumping up and down.

Yes, there is no distinction between day and night inside the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain, and there is no Great Sun Carriage like in the Yuanxia Palace. How could a child possibly know the year, month and day?

Wuku? Same name as the Frost Armor King of the Hill outside? Coincidence or is there another secret?

"Then how many villages are there nearby?" Jiraiya didn't expect the child to know much, so he just used words that were more understandable to him.

It was pitch black in all directions, and everyone didn't even know whether they were still inside the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain. In fact, they had already felt that the area inside was far greater than the visual perception from the outside.

However, little Wuku asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Uncle, what is a village?"

"Uh..." It was reasonable. After all, this child might have been in the dark Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain all his life. How could he have any concept of towns or villages? To him, this village might be the whole world.

Jiraiya spoke with pity, but he touched Uku's head unconsciously. The extremely sparse hair felt really terrible to the touch.

"So, little Wuku, besides this place, do you know of any other places with houses like this?"

Wu Ku thought for a moment and then said, "Hmm... I seem to have heard the princess say before that there is an equally ugly house in the north of the village. But the princess didn't let Wu Ku go there."

"It seems that this may not be the only way to go, but if I want to find an exit, I can't avoid entering the village. They are just a group of malnourished villagers. At most, they look a little scary. Can I be afraid of them?" Paimeng thought.

But it seems that she is the one who is most afraid, right?

Paimon's eyes still unconsciously looked towards Uku's shadow, obviously to see if Uku had a shadow.

"Brothers and sisters, let's go, follow me into the village! We are going to welcome the bride soon! It's going to be very lively!" Wu Ku said excitedly and walked forward, pulling the traveler towards the gloomy village.

(The subsequent plot may be a little scary. I don’t know if you can accept it. But there are not many readers anyway. Let’s just give up…)