Chapter 97 - 96: Poking Eyes

When Bai Luo came out, he was already half dead. If it was fake before, it is real now. Hard! Really hard! The blood spurted out, higher than when he stabbed himself, like a high-pressure water gun. If Qiqi hadn't used magic to keep him alive, he would have bled to death. It turns out that you can't offend those who study medicine. In any case, his condition is under control, and his originally hideous wounds have been sutured. All he has to do is wait for them to recover. This also made Bai Luo miss the Traveler's system. A few sweet flower-stuffed chickens and a Teyvat fried egg can give you a chance to start over. This is much better than your own broken system, which doesn't even give you a blood bottle. It's so stingy. The steamroller was replaced by a useless broken knife. Give me back my steamroller! Give me back Dio! Give me back my youth! After stitching and bandaging Bai Luo's wound, Baizhu drove the Ninth Company of the Fatui back. In Bai Luo's situation, he absolutely could not be taken care of by that group of rough men. He knew very well how severe the pain from the needle was. If he died outside, he would be in big trouble. So he arranged Bai Luo to stay in Bubu Pharmacy ward, intending to take care of him personally. To be honest, He still has some compassion as a doctor. Not only did he arrange the best room for Bai Luo, he also applied the herbal medicine himself and did not let anyone else do it. After simply applying some herbal medicine, Bai Luo was basically able to get out of bed. So under the roof covered with continuous rain, there was one more sad person. Two people, one big and one small, sat on the doorstep, holding the wind slime that had split into two and become much smaller, and looked at the rain with loss. One is idle, the other is in pain. After the rain stopped, the two of them started staring at each other, as if they were playing a game in which whoever blinked first would lose. My eyes are sore... Bai Luo is not like Qiqi. After staring for a while, his eyes started to feel sore. It's just that the instant he blinked, the two fingers had already enlarged in his sight. "Ah——" Catching the wind slime that was almost scared away because of the disturbance, Qiqi looked at Bai Luo who was rolling on the ground with his eyes covered, and couldn't help but sigh. "It really hurts." "..." In the evening, Tartaglia came, but all the weapons he usually carried were gone, leaving only the bow hidden behind him that Bai Luo was very familiar with. "Where are your weapons?" Bai Luo asked curiously while drinking the medicinal porridge that Baizhu specially prepared for him. In his impression, Tartaglia of the continent of Teyvat is proficient in all kinds of martial arts and can use everything, so he has a lot of weapons hidden on his body. What happened today? Got stolen? "...you guess." Looking at the Polar Star bow floating behind him, Tartaglia's resentment has almost materialized. If Bai Luo had not been a patient at this time, he would have shot the other party's head off long ago. Why do he talk so much nonsense and swear such a vicious oath? "Guess if I guess." "Let me guess." "You guessed wrong." "..." Tartaglia sighed softly. If Bai Luo had used his bickering skills on other things, he would have been like a bullied young wife, lonely and unable to sleep every night. "I don't want to talk to you about this anymore. I want to ask you something." After making sure that the area around the ward was full of Fatui he brought with him, Tartaglia lowered his voice and spoke in a low voice. "Go ahead." Bai Luo also put away his playful smile and became serious. Because when Tartaglia is like this, it usually means he really has something to ask him, not that he wants to fight with him. "Who is that Zhongli?" The people of Liyue are difficult to bribe, especially in a special place like the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour. Except for a very small number of people, most people join the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour out of respect for the dead. But after Tartaglia's unremitting efforts, he finally pried open a hole and found out some things. This Zhongli was brought back by their hall master Hu Tao. His identity, place of origin and age are unknown. He is a handsome guy with no identity, no birthplace and no age. But his insights on funeral ceremonies were not even inferior to those of previous hall masters. He even knew a thing or two about some things that even the hall master did not know. For example, the unheard-of burial ceremony for Immortals. Therefore, his status in the Wangsheng Hall also rose steadily, and some of the older generation of people in the Wangsheng Hall also admired him very much. Some worried people once reported the matter to Tianquan, but that person didn't seem to care about the appearance of such a person in the Wangsheng Funeral Parlour, or rather... she knew exactly who this person was. Therefore, Zhongli, whose origin is unknown, is accepted by everyone. "Why are you looking for him?" Bai Luo looked at Tartaglia with a strange expression and asked. Do you think the burden is not heavy enough with me alone? If you add the Emperor, I am afraid you will not be able to bear it. "He beat up us Fatui, how could we let him go so easily?" Tartaglia slammed the table and said righteously. In fact, he was just a little curious about how Zhongli could stab Bai Luo three times with such accuracy even though Bai Luo was invisible. Challenging the strong and enjoying the fun of fighting have always been his goal. "So nice to me?" Bai Luo looked at Tartaglia in surprise and said. He said he was very touched and planned to ask the Childe to help pay the bill next time and the time after that. "But you asked the wrong person. I don't know his situation either." You absolutely cannot tell Tartaglia about Zhongli's affairs. It's not that I'm afraid something might happen to Zhongli, but I'm afraid something might happen to this stubborn young man. Now Zhongli only has vague thoughts of retirement. He still has all his divine power. If the Childe tries to take out his Gnosis, he might die even more miserably than the lady. At least the lady can still have a week, but if Tartaglia takes action, he can only go to Guyun Pavilion to accompany a group of demons. Maybe a year later, there will be a little yellow-haired guy with some flying emergency food, and he and Zhongli will drop a salt jar here. Tsk tsk...salt-baked duck. As for the Golden House... Damn, the boss of the Golden House won't become me, right? So what will I drop? Five-star instructor suit? Famous sword guard? Steel wire? Little Collei constellation? Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps. "But the people from the Ninth Company said you knew each other." The people from the Ninth Company reported the situation to him, saying that after the two men exchanged greetings for a while, they went to Wuwang Hill. When he came back, the instructor looked like this. "Our people disturbed that old man Zhou's business, and he couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to take action. As you know, the Ninth Company is directly under our old boss, Rooster, so I took all the responsibility myself." There was nothing wrong with Bai Luo's explanation. They had indeed ruined Uncle Zhou's business at that time, and Zhongli also showed signs of taking action. "And he stabbed you three times?" "Well... I stabbed him twice in return, and I stabbed him in the same place." Hiss...I didn't expect Bai Luo to be even more ruthless than that guy called Zhongli. No wonder we couldn't find him anywhere today. He is probably hiding somewhere to recuperate. The instructor hit him twice...but the rooster didn't dare to take it. Because this guy specializes in hitting weak points, and he will do whatever it takes. After being stabbed twice in the weak point, the opponent's condition should be worse than Bai Luo's. Having asked almost all the questions, the Childe did not stay long as he wanted to continue investigating Zhongli's matter. But before leaving, Bai Luo stopped him. "Are you ready for what I asked you to prepare?" "Of course, the best stuff." Tartaglia smiled slightly and asked his men to bring five boxes. ______________________________________ Hello my dear readers, I noticed that I am not getting power stones. Common guys, power stones motivate us authors to regularly dish out updates. It's our battery. I NEED THOSE POWER STONES RIGHT NOW!!!! Also Some Patreon support will be appreciated. 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