Genshin Impact wrote a masterpiece, and I was judged by Fu Nina

Chapter 80

Hall of the Dead.

Hu Tao hurried in again,

shouted into the courtyard,

"Zhongli, Zhongli, that Morning Star is coming to Liyue!"

However, she shouted for a long time, and Zhongli did not respond.

Hu Tao glanced at it, but did not find Zhongli's figure in the courtyard.

The little sister of the funeral hall said at this time:

"Hall Master, Mr. Zhongli has already left this morning. "

"It's said that the last plot of the first part of the sky is told in the Heyu Teahouse today, so I went to occupy a seat early. "

Hu Tao was stunned for a moment, the last plot that covered the sky?

"Didn't I remember that he had already bought the book?"

Obviously, on the day of the release of the first part of Shatian, Zhongli had already bought it, so why did he go out of his way to listen to Dr. Cha's story?

The little sister of the funeral hall please cover her mouth and smile:

"Hall Master, you don't know who Mr. Zhongli is?"

"How can you be comfortable listening to other people's books by yourself?"

Hu Tao thought about the things Zhongli did, he was indeed a person who would enjoy it.

After all, there is still a big difference between reading a novel alone and listening to Dr. Tea tell a story.

Otherwise, the teahouse wouldn't have done so well.

Seeing that Zhongli was not there, Hu Tao had no choice but to leave the Hall of the Dead again.

She plans to find a way to contact Morning Star to see if she can get Morning Star's authorization to pull the coffin.

After all, although his coffin can be sold now, he has not been allowed to do so after all, so even if Hu Tao wants to hype it, it can only be said that it is similar.

If you can get the authorization, then you can say openly that this is the only coffin in Teyvat, which is the product authorized by the Morning Star boss himself.

Thinking of this, Hu Tao couldn't help but feel hot in his heart, and the Death Hall became bigger and stronger today!

Looking at the walnuts who ran out of smoke again, the little sister of the funeral hall couldn't help but sigh.

The head of his own hall and the guest secretary have no worries.

Hu Tao was running fast, weaving through the crowd of Crimson Cloud Slope, and she planned to run to Heyu Teahouse quickly to find Zhongli.

However, when passing by the door of the Steambird newspaper office, Hu Tao's running pace slowed down.

The queue that used to line up to buy novels has mysteriously disappeared today.

Yes.

There were no queues, just two or three people coming in and out.

There was also no sign at the door that was sold out, indicating that there were still books to buy today, not that they had already been sold out.

But.

What about this man?

Hu Tao couldn't help but stop and walked into the newspaper office.

The Steambird branch in Liyue is not large, but a small three-story building.

Hu Tao has not been to the third and second floors, which are said to be the office and printing area of the Steambird newspaper.

It contains scientific and technological equipment developed by the Academy of Sciences of Fontaine, which can transmit text over long distances.

The first floor is where the sale is located, where the printed Steambird newspaper and their published novels are on sale.

The daily procession also starts here and extends to the outside road.

It's just that today here is the same as outside, deserted, and there is no one queuing.

Odd.

Where has this man gone?

Hu Tao couldn't help but walk to the counter and asked:

"And "Covering the Sky"?"

The salesman at the counter smiled and nodded,

"How many do you need?"

After Hu Tao bought a copy, he asked:

"Don't you have to queue up to buy books today? Why is there no one?"

The salesman looked at Hu Tao with a puzzled expression,

"No one? Isn't there a lot?"

He looked at the customers who were wandering around the first floor and didn't see any difference.

Hu Tao stared at the plum blossom eyes, wondering if the salesman was sick in the brain, and she added:

"It's the usual kind of situation, where there are a lot of people queuing up to get outside the door. "

"Maybe they're all busy and don't have time to come. "

The salesman said lightly, not thinking that there was any problem.

Hiss!

Hu Tao himself couldn't help but gasp.

As an expert in fighting ghosts, did you encounter a ghost today?

She didn't give up and asked the other guests.

However, I found that these guests did not seem to be strange at all, thinking that this was a normal phenomenon.

"There are people who line up every day to buy, saying that everyone is like the hall master, and they don't have to work. "

"Has the hall master been doing too many funerals lately, and has been possessed by a ghost?"

"If you don't go to Dr. Baizhu to see if there's something wrong?"

These guests also knew Liyue's famous Hall of the Dead, Hu Tao, and when they saw Hu Tao asking irrelevant questions, they couldn't help but be concerned.

After all, in Liyue, everyone has business dealings with the Dead.

Hu Tao straightened his heart and waved his hand with a smile.

What's going on?

If there is only one person like this, Hu Tao thinks that he may be sick.

But so many people think so, is it their own illness?

Or has the heat-covering heat decreased to this extent?

But no, under the leadership of Xingqiu, the president of the Morningstar Book Club, the entire Morningstar book fans in Liyue have already made the popularity of the Morning Star book meeting second only to the Mora Reform Conference.

Even the annual ceremony of inviting immortals is not discussed.

Even the old man's son who was just cremated and buried last night said,

Before he died, the old man held the hands of his family, saying that he was a little unwilling to cover the sky after not reading it, and he didn't close his eyes until he died.

Until the son knelt in front of the bed, and said that when the sky was over, he would go to the grave and burn it to the old man.

The old man's eyes were willing to close.

Hu Tao couldn't help but muttered in his heart.

Are you really sick?

She checked herself up and down to see if she had really encountered something unclean when she went to run an errand yesterday.

Looking at the crowd coming in and out, he didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong, which made Hu Tao feel even more frightened.

She has always been not afraid of heaven and earth, but she was also frightened by this strange scene.

She was going to leave this ghost place quickly and go outside to ask if it was really no one looking at the sky.

Then I asked Zhongli what the hell was going on.

"Huh~'?"

Just as she reached the door, she heard a voice in her ears.

Hu Tao quickly turned around, only to see a handsome young man walking down from the second floor.

It was this teenager who looked at himself with some surprise.

Behind the boy was the editor-in-chief of the local Steambird newspaper.

He was nodding his head and following the boy like a dog, guiding him downward.

Because Hu Tao ran to the steambird newspaper office before, and wanted to advertise in the steambird newspaper,

However, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper said that it was unlucky to advertise the Death Hall, and politely refused Hu Tao's request.

Even if Hu Tao offered a sky-high price of Mora, he did not agree to this matter.

When Hu Tao heard his reason for refusing, he almost wanted to set fire to the newspaper.

What's that?

Are you a Fontaine man who follows the customs of the locals so much, and actually says that my business in the Afterlife Hall is unlucky?

After going back and forth, Hu Tao also remembered the editor-in-chief who didn't know how to raise in her opinion.

She saw that after the boy said a few more words to the editor-in-chief, the editor-in-chief nodded again and again like a dog, and was very respectful to the young man.

The handsome young man seemed to know Hu Tao, looked at Hu Tao seriously, and then walked past Hu Tao and left the newspaper office.

Hu Tao's eyes rolled and he made a note of the handsome face of the young man.

This looks like a big man from the headquarters of the Steambird Newspaper, and even the editor-in-chief is so complimentary.

If you can get through this path, you might be able to publish an advertisement for the Death Hall in the Steambird Newspaper!

After the boy left, the editor-in-chief of the newspaper looked at Hu Tao and couldn't help frowning,

"Does Hall Master Hu want to advertise again?"

Hu Tao's plum blossom pupils lit up, and he asked directly without thinking about it:

"How much Mora?"

The editor-in-chief looked helpless,

"I can take all the other ads, so forget about your ads. "

"Cut, if you don't log in, you won't log in, and I don't lack this bit of business in the Afterlife Hall. "

Hu Tao also said hard-mouthed.

The editor-in-chief shook his head, if there is no shortage, then why do you think about advertising every day?

He was about to go upstairs when Hu Tao asked again:

"Isn't the situation at the newspaper office right today? Why don't many people come to buy books?"

She wanted to see if the editor-in-chief knew something.

The editor-in-chief was stunned for a moment, looked back at the first floor of the newspaper, and wondered:

"Hasn't it always been like this?"

He frowned again and looked at Hu Tao:

"Hall Master Hu, what do you want to do?"

"I'm doing well in this newspaper, but there's nothing wrong with that. "

He didn't wait for Hu Tao to speak, turned his head and walked up the stairs.

Hu Tao didn't care about getting angry, but dodged and left the steambird newspaper office.

Advertisement or something, let's wait and talk, this hell place, even if I want to be in the newspaper, I don't dare to go to it. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Let's go find Zhongli and see what's going on here.

It's just that she's just walked out of the Steambird newspaper office.

But I saw an extremely strange scene.

People keep approaching the Steambird newspaper office to buy today's printed books.

After a while, a long queue lined up from the Steambird newspaper office to the side of the road.

Hu Tao's eyes widened, and she wondered if she had seen it wrong.

She rubbed her eyes vigorously to make sure she wasn't dazzled.

There is no effort for a cup of tea, and it is the same here again.

Readers who didn't buy it are discussing with each other what they know about the plot of covering the sky.

And the readers who went in to buy it proudly took the cover in their hands and showed it off in front of the people in line behind, which attracted many people to frown.

Hu Tao didn't give up, and asked a few people, did he suddenly want to buy a book?

The answer she got made her hair almost stand up, and it was summer, but she felt a chill.

These people all planned to come to buy Shatian, but they had something to do just now, and they didn't take care of it.

After the matter was dealt with, I came over and lined up.

After Hu Tao asked, he ran towards Heyu Teahouse without looking back.

Hurry up and find Zhongli to ask for an explanation.

What the hell is going on?

Heyu Tea House.

Dr. Liu Su of Tea is telling the story of covering the sky.

What he wants to tell today is the story of the Holy Body's brave entry into the Demon Emperor's Tomb and the use of the Bodhi Sutra.

That is, the end of the first volume of the Covering the Sky.

Many people in the audience have actually watched all the stories of this first part, and some have even watched it more than once.

But for some, what's the joy of reading novels on their own?

It's interesting to listen to other people's stories, and storytellers generally have their own opinions and techniques, which sounds particularly enjoyable.

What's more, when there are many people, everyone can listen and discuss at the same time.

Isn't that much more interesting than watching alone?

Zhongli is actually such a person, although he has already seen the content of the first part of the sky.

But as long as I have time, I like to come here to drink tea, and listen to Liu Su's storytelling by the way.

Occasionally, I would discuss with others and express my own unique opinions.

For this knowledgeable deceased hall, most people will give enough respect.

And Zhongli has a unique temperament, people who don't know him know know that this must be a noble person when they see him.

So every time he drinks tea, his place is only himself.

No other guests sat with him.

Of course, if it is full, Fan Erye will also guide the guests to make Zhongli's table, and if the guests are willing, Zhongli will not refuse.

For him, as long as there is tea to drink, dramas to watch, and books to listen to, this Heyu Teahouse is not in vain.

Zhongli drank tea and quietly listened to Liu Su's frustrated commentary on the stage.

With Liu Su's narration, there were more and more guests in the teahouse, and gradually only Zhongli had a place at this table.

At this time, Fan Erye led a young man to Zhongli's table and smiled at Zhongli:

"Mr. Zhong, how about letting this guest have tea with you?"

Zhongli bowed slightly to the young man, signaling that there was nothing wrong with him.

After Fan Er Ye thanked him, he let the young man sit opposite Zhongli and began to ask what tea he needed.

The young man looked at Zhongli's tea and chuckled:

"Just be the same as this gentleman. "

Zhongli glanced at the young man silently, but did not speak.

Same as Zhongli's?

Second Master Fan hurriedly said:

"This gentleman, Mr. Zhong's tea is the best tea in Qiaoyingzhuang. "

"Other people's tea money for a month can't be worth his tael. "

Qiao Yingzhuang is the place where Liyue produces tea, and the tea leaves in the teahouse are naturally purchased from Qiao Yingzhuang.

And Zhongli's tea is the best tea in Qiaoyingzhuang, even in the teahouse, there is not much inventory.

There were also people who saw Zhongli's tea and wanted to taste it, but after hearing the price, they shook their heads again and again and gave up their choice.

For a long time, only Zhongli was willing to drink this tea.

After all, he doesn't have to pay, and the bill can be sent directly to the Afterlife Hall.

The little sister of the funeral hall of the deceased hall will come over regularly to settle the accounts.

"It's okay, you just need to get on. "

The young man didn't care, but Fan Erye didn't persuade again, turned around and went to make tea for him.

Zhongli looked over in surprise, Second Master Fan was a little abnormal.

Except for myself, other people want to drink this tea, and they generally persuade them twice before asking the guest to pay for it first.

Are you busy now?

Don't even accept Mora?

With Zhong's understanding of Fan Erye, he is definitely not this kind of person.

Soon, after the tea was brewed, the guy in the shop brought it and poured a cup in front of the young man.

The fragrance of tea overflowed, and the guests at the nearby table came over one after another.

The young man who was stared at by so many people was not half uncomfortable, and he still held the fragrant tea that had just been poured as usual and tasted it carefully.

After taking a sip, the boy put down the teacup and shook his head slightly, as if he was not very satisfied with the tea.

"Why did the guest shake his head?"

Seeing this, the guy who poured the tea couldn't help but ask.

The young man smiled:

"This tea is good, but this water is not worthy of this tea. "

After hearing that the tea is good but the water quality is not good, the guy is a little dissatisfied and said:

"The water in our teahouse is a mountain spring connected to Tianheng Mountain, and I brought it back bucket by bucket. "

"It's not about eating the water over there. "

The boy didn't explain, just put down the teacup and listened to the commentary on the stage.

Seeing this, the teahouse guy didn't say anything, and when he saw that Zhongli's teapot seemed to be running out of water, he filled it up again and turned around and left.

"What's wrong with this water?"

Zhongli couldn't help but ask after the guy was gone.

He had been drinking this tea all along, and he felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

After all, this guy was right, this water is all mountain spring water from Tianheng Mountain, which is already a good water in Liyue.

It's the perfect way to make tea, but could there be better water than that?

"This water has a dusty smell and no aura. "

Dusty ???

When Zhongli heard this, he took a deep look at the young man.

There is indeed a smell of dust in this tea.

But the smell is very fine, only the spring of Tianheng Mountain will have this taste,

This spring is close to the temple of leaning rock, which in turn houses the image of his god.

Therefore, the water flowing down from Tianheng Mountain will be contaminated with his divine power, and there is an extremely fine smell of dust.

After drinking tea in the teahouse for so many years, Zhongli had never heard anyone talk about it.

Unexpectedly, the young man in front of him actually pointed out the dust and smell inside in one bite.