The Homeless Man of Teyvat

"I feel like this is it! There must be something underneath!"

Ying rubbed his hands, looking forward to it, and swung the shovel towards the grave with all his strength, not looking tired at all.

"Fortunately this is a dream, otherwise we would have been unable to dig long ago."

Ye Lan exhaled, stood up and hammered his waist, looking back at the densely packed empty graves behind him: "Ying, are you still counting how many graves we have dug?"

"I stopped counting after more than 300,000."

Ying stuck the shovel into the ground, shook his head, and began to look for the next target - obviously this grave was also empty.

"But I roughly know how many graves there are here."

"Oh? How many?"

Ye Lan was curious.

"Seventeen hundred and thirty-five million, four hundred and thirty-five thousand, seven hundred and thirteen."

Ying said with certainty.

"How do you know?"

"Tian Feng told me that the Holy Spirit Empire has 1,735,435,713 people, so I guess there should be so many tombs here."

"Then we have only dug half of it."

Ye Lan sighed and looked up at the gray sky: "Ying, how long do you think it has been outside now?"

"Time in dreams is meaningless. We may have been in dreams for decades, and the outside world is just a moment." Ying replied, looking at Ye Lan with some surprise: "But I didn't expect that you were also counting. When did you start?"

"When you counted 270,000."

Ye Lan glanced at her and pulled the corner of his mouth: "If I knew you would give up after another 30,000, I wouldn't have counted for so long."

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time the next moment.

"Have you chosen the next target?"

Ying pulled out the shovel and looked at the endless tombs, as if he was choosing the ones that he liked better, but these tombs were exactly the same and there was no difference.

"Let's take this one. I don't think it makes any difference. Maybe the position of Tianfeng keeps changing. Maybe we dug the last one..."

Ye Lan pointed at the nearest one at random, walked up with a shovel, and fell down habitually without any expectations. A light "ding" sound and clear feedback from her hand made her swallow the rest of her words.

She looked at the grave in front of her in surprise. After a moment of shock and confusion, a ripple of excitement and surprise finally appeared in her eyes. She turned her head to look at Ying and raised the shovel in her hand again: "Ying! Ying! This one has stuffing! Bah! I dug Tianfeng!"

The two shovels immediately began to fly up and down. The gray-white soil did not cause any hindrance. It was cleanly shoveled up and thrown aside by the shovel, and then quietly dissipated. At the same time, the gray-white sky gradually became clear, and more than 1.7 billion tombstones also became desertified, disappearing in the wind. The earth faded from gray and white, and mountains, rivers and vitality appeared.

Neither Ying nor Ye Lan noticed the changes around them. They just dug down quickly until a black coffin made of some strange wood came into their sight.

The two women looked at each other with excited smiles on their faces. They simultaneously extended their shovels to the coffin and used their strength to lift the coffin board up and fly away.

"Tianfeng, it's time to get up!"

...

When Zhuque's figure disappeared, Chen Tianfeng still stared with his eyes wide open, as if he had heard some incredible and shocking secret. It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

So that's it... He exhaled lightly, and finally looked in the direction of the high priest, and slowly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he realized that his five senses and six consciousnesses as a human being had returned at this moment - the new soul finally returned to the new body.

It's still good to have a complete soul and body, and finally not be in a half-dead state.

Chen Tianfeng sighed, and at the same time felt that he was lying in a dark and cool place. The air was not turbid, but very fresh - it was the coffin that He had made with the trunk of the World Tree after biting off the World Tree.

It was indeed made of the World Tree, and it was comfortable to lie on.

Chen Tianfeng secretly praised, stretched out his hand, and was about to carefully open the coffin lid, and then with a "bang", he watched his beloved World Tree coffin lid being violently lifted up and blown away.

At the same time, two familiar voices sounded together: "Tianfeng, it's time to get up!"

"Fuck! My coffin!"

The sky was bright.

Chen Tianfeng sat up suddenly, subconsciously turned out the coffin, picked up the coffin lid, and looked distressed to see if there was any damage caused by the violent opening of the box.

The coffin made of the trunk of the World Tree is the only one in Teyvat. If it is broken, there is no place to repair it.

Fortunately, the material of the World Tree is tough enough, and the two shovels will not hurt it except for the teeth of a certain snake.

Chen Tianfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and then he came back to his senses. He finally remembered something, his face changed slightly and quickly returned to normal. He looked at the two women who were looking at him and smiled: "Ying, Ye Lan, long time no see."

"Long time no see."

Ye Lan nodded, looked at him, then looked at the coffin lid he was holding, turned his eyes to Ying, and said seriously: "Look, I said that you should always have a shovel with you, right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Ying nodded and agreed: "Maybe in two days, he will lie in the coffin again, and I don't know where he will bury himself."

"You..."

Chen Tianfeng was stunned, and inexplicably felt that the relationship between the two women had improved a lot. Compared with the original, it can almost be described as a world of difference, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed very reasonable.

He stopped talking, closed the coffin lid, and put away the coffin. Then he glanced at the surrounding scenery, and finally stopped on a mountain peak, with nostalgia in his black eyes.

That is the Holy Mountain, Holy Spirit Empire, Holy Mountain No. 7.

"I had a really comfortable sleep this night, and I had a lot of dreams."

Chen Tianfeng smiled, reached out to the two women at the same time, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's time to end this farce."

Ying and Yelan looked at each other and without hesitation, they reached out to grab Chen Tianfeng's palm.

The next moment, the figures of the three people disappeared at the same time.

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"It's meaningless. How long can you last?"

The giant snake's eyes were indifferent, looking down at the two little gods below: "Give up, the turning point you are looking forward to will not come, and the reinforcements you are waiting for cannot...can...be..."

His words suddenly stalled. Under the nervous gaze of the Great Merciful Tree King and Nasida, those eyes that had no other emotions except coldness and greed slowly closed. When they opened again, there was a gentle smile. .

"It's over, you two, thank you for your hard work."

"What tricks do you want to play again?"

Nacida stared at the giant snake warily, obviously not believing his lies, and even more afraid that this was another conspiracy of this monster.

The Daci Tree King patted her head gently, took a step forward, raised his head, and looked at the giant snake: "Please provide proof."

The giant snake Chen Tianfeng, or to be more precise, the god Chen Tianfeng nodded gently, glanced at Naxida without leaving any trace, and said the secret code they had agreed on: "The little grass god Naxida's reincarnation make-up lesson plan."

"You're finally back."

King Daci Shu finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

After the accident in the Sumeru World Tree, the Great Merciful Tree King made an agreement with Chen Tianfeng. He would be responsible for dragging Chen Tianfeng's remaining instinctive god body. After his soul revived, he would take over the god body and complete the human body and the god body. , the complete resurrection of the three-in-one soul, and completely solve the problem.

——And by the way, he gave Nasida an impressive remedial lesson.

"Make-up lesson plan? Wait! What does this mean?!"

Nacida's eyes widened. She looked at the giant snake and then at the Great Merciful Tree King. Her expression gradually became aggrieved, like a young god who had only lived for five hundred years.