"Ms. Wanyan, you are not a professional archaeologist, right."
Just when he was about to enter the hall where the Broken Sword was enshrined, Zhongli suddenly spoke. Wanyan was stunned for a moment, then nodded calmly:
"Yes, I am a believer of the Demon God of Salt. Our ancestors were the people who received the protection of the Demon God of Salt during the suffering period when the Demon God War swept across the continent.
During the war, Morax was jealous of the power of the Salt Demon God and made us homeless. We hated him, but Liyue is Morax’s Liyue. History has always been written by the victors. The description of Morax must have gone through some process.
It's a whitewash, so I want to prove that Morax is guilty too! He has blood on his hands, and he also has a cruel and ruthless side!
We signed a contract, right, so Mr. Zhongli, you must make a fair judgment!"
The more Wan Yan spoke, the more excited she became. She stared at Zhongli, waiting for his answer.
"I will not be biased in any way. Now that you have made up your mind, come with me. We are very close to the truth you want to know."
Zhongli would naturally not refuse such a request. He would never avoid making any mistakes, not to mention that the matter of the Salt Demon God had nothing to do with him directly.
After opening the last stone door, two broken swords were enshrined in the main hall. The swords stained with salt grains had become rusty after years of corrosion, and were no longer as sharp as they were back then.
Wan Yan looked at the broken sword and stepped forward to take it away.
"It's a broken sword! This is evidence! This proves that the Salt Demon God resisted back then! It just failed to withstand the poisonous hand of Morax! Compared with the salt lamp and salt ruler, the power of this broken sword must be far greater than them
Yes! If you can repair this sword, you can show the world the power of the Demon God of Salt!"
Zhongli stopped Wan Yan. He pointed at the two broken swords and said in a tone that made people think he was very ruthless:
"Two broken swords, from an archaeological point of view, are two cultural relics. According to the rules of sequential collection, you can only take away one."
"Why! Even though we are taking things one by one, Clement has already left!"
Wanyan still wanted to struggle, but Zhongli's insistence on the contract was incomprehensible to others, so he refused again:
"Yes, although Clement has left now, the contract has been finalized, so you can only choose one to take away."
Jun Luoyu also stood next to Broken Sword and looked at Wan Yan with a smile:
"Sister Wanyan, do you also want to violate the contract? The punishment of eating rocks is very painful."
Wan Yan struggled a little, but her belief in the Demon God of Salt was very firm. After some simple thinking, she finally made up her mind:
"That doesn't matter! For my belief in the Demon God of Salt, I won't hesitate to be punished! As long as I bring back proof of my belief!"
Saying that, Wan Yan grabbed the broken sword without hesitation, but was blocked by the wind wall controlled by Jun Luoyu. Zhongli stepped forward slowly, staring at Wan Yan with majestic Danfeng eyes, and said:
"Since you choose to violate the contract, you will be punished accordingly. I will tell you all the truth."
Wan Yan was bounced away by the wind wall and took two steps back with an unbelievable expression on her face:
"You said, the truth? The truth is my punishment?"
"Yes. The fact you hear next is the price you pay for breaking the contract. Unfortunately, the Demon God of Salt Heulia is not a powerful Demon God. On the contrary, she is too weak - too accommodating.
The devil who is too weak is a loser who will never ascend to the position of the Seven Gods.
War is cruel. In the Demon God War back then, almost all the Demon Gods used all their strength and wisdom to fight for the throne of God. However, Heulia's character made her choose to escape. She believed that as long as she gave up before the fight,
, then the war will not affect her people.
But in war, concessions are never-ending. In the never-ending concessions, she lost all her land, leaving only her last shelter.
In the end, she didn’t even have a weapon to protect her people.”
"No, this is impossible, you must be lying to me! You said that the Demon God of Salt has no final weapon, but this sword..."
Wanyan couldn't accept this fact. She was like a drowning person grabbing the last straw, her hand pointing at the broken sword was trembling.
"Ms. Wanyan, I can understand your reluctance to accept the facts. But take a good look at this broken sword. Although the forging technique is simple, this is just a very ordinary iron sword. How could it belong to the devil?
Where are the weapons?
This is not a relic of the Salt Demon God, but... the murder weapon that killed her."
"False, this is false! It makes no sense. You must also be a believer of Morax and want to shake my belief in the Demon God of Salt! You can't even try to lie to me! I want to go inside and investigate myself! It's all fake.
Of!"
After hearing this cruel fact, Wan Yan finally lost control of her emotions. She yelled at Zhongli, as if she was crazy, and ran towards the depths of the ruins alone.
"I said, I only state the facts."
Watching Wan Yan's retreating figure, Zhongli also applied the final blow.
"Old man, you... are still hiding something, right?"
Jun Luoyu stretched out his hand and stroked the broken sword, constantly feeling it.
"There is an aura that does not belong to the Demon God of Salt. Although it has almost dissipated, I can feel that it belongs to another Demon God."
Zhongli nodded.
"Yes, I concealed some more cruel facts. Move on, there is something in it that makes her have to accept the truth no matter what."
"Huh? Can't you tell me first that you are hiding something?"
Jun Luoyu put down his broken sword and stood up to follow. Zhongli raised his finger and pointed at the center of the ruins and said:
"I will tell you when we get there. And you, kid, are not a pure-hearted person. I believe you can rely on your own wisdom to deduce some things, and I will check and fill in the gaps for you."
The two of them walked forward. There were salt statues escaping everywhere on the road, as if they were avoiding something very scary.
Wan Yan stood in front of the main hall, looking at the statue with some fear, her body trembling slightly:
"What happened along the way...what did they see, what did they do...and then, what happened..."
Zhongli did not let Jun Luoyu go, but activated the hall's mechanism and walked towards the final destination.
"Since you can't believe me, then move on. Everything that happened at that time will be truthfully recorded behind this door."
Jun Luoyu patted Wanyan's arm to express comfort and followed Zhongli's pace.
Although Wan Yan is unwilling to accept the facts Zhongli told her, she has reached the final palace now, and she will not stop there.
In the center of the main hall, a pool of salt stains is piled up in the center. Next to the salt stains, there is a salt statue with a ferocious face. His hands seem to be holding something tightly and stabbing forward. There are also some salt statues scattered in the corners, some like outside the door.
The salt statues were escaping; some were kneeling on the ground with their hands clasped together, as if praying for something; there were also a small group of people with horrified faces, looking at the center of the hall.
"This is the scene. Heulia's body collapsed, leaving only a few salt stains. The scene of her death is also fixed here.
The continuation of the story is that some of her people realized that this kind and weak demon could not protect anyone in a war.
The demon war is very cruel. Instead of letting her suffer the torture of defeat, it is better to give her relatively easy relief.
But no matter how weak the demon is, the aftermath of his death is not something a mortal can bear. Those who failed to escape were all turned into the salt statues you see.
The people who had not experienced this disaster left this land and went to Liyue, asking for the protection of the Rock King. However, they were still afraid that the remains of Heulia's death would cast an eternal curse on them, so some people risked their lives to return.
Here, break the murder weapon and enshrine it in the sub-hall in front of the main hall, trying to pray to appease the devil's anger.
But how could this kind-hearted devil hold grudge against her people?"
"No, I don't accept...false history, scams, all of this is a scam...Don't try to shake...my faith..."
Everything in front of her confirmed Zhongli's words. Wanyan's fragile nerves finally broke. She kept crying, covered her face and ran out of the hall, as if she was escaping from something.
"What about you, have you guessed anything?"
Zhong Li looked at Wan Yan's collapsed figure and didn't care. Instead, he looked at Jun Luo Yu with a melancholy expression.
Jun Luoyu glanced at the scene in the hall, holding his chin in deep thought:
"I felt before that the salt lamp and the salt ruler are attached with the solidified power of the Demon God of Salt. After dividing the power, the Demon God will become very weak, but I still can't figure out how a mortal can kill a Demon God.
, until I saw the broken sword with the power of other demon gods attached to it. I think these people of the Salt Demon God have been bewitched by other demon gods, right?"
"You are very smart. But there is still some information. Although Heulia is weak, this is her last refuge. If a demon wants to attack the land within this square inch, then even if Heulia's temperament
She is weak and has no way out, and she will not kill her at the slightest sign.
No demon god wanted to withstand the desperate counterattack of another demon god, so the demon god who attacked here sent people to find Heulia's people and made his own promise.
He gave them an iron sword with his own power and told them: As long as they kill the god who protects them with their own hands, he will retreat and accept these people who have lost their gods.
Then, there is the scene you are seeing now. They pierced the iron sword into Heulia's body with their own hands. She, who was already weak, could not resist the power attached to it, and eventually dissipated.
This land has not completely turned into grains of salt. It is already her last tenderness. Otherwise, the death of a demon god will never just turn some mortals into salt statues. Just like you, even if your current strength is compared to
He is still a little weak compared to the Demon God, but the devouring power that erupted at the time of death was enough to destroy half of Liyue Port."
Zhongli finally told all the truth he knew, and reached out his hand to touch Jun Luoyu's little head.
"Child, this is all the stories about Heulia. Come with me to Guyun Pavilion. After telling so much, I will inevitably miss those old friends."