Genshin Impact: This fireplace house is your graveyard.

Chapter 83 Endless Nightmare 11

Upon hearing this, the woman raised her bow and arrow again, aiming steadily at the distant target like a statue. With a single shot, the arrow struck the bullseye.

At this moment, the center of the target was filled with densely packed arrows, resembling a forest of arrows.

The woman, her face ashen, asked, "How is my archery?"

Qiuhe looked at the target in the distance and said, "Very accurate." After receiving Qiuhe's affirmation, the woman handed the bow to him.

Seeing this, Qiuhe was completely bewildered. He didn't understand the woman's deeper meaning. "Take it."

The woman suddenly blurted out this sentence. Qiuhe was completely bewildered, not understanding why the woman wanted him to take the bow.

"Do I know how to use a bow?" Qiuhe had no idea. At this moment, all he knew was that his name was Qiuhe.

He knew nothing of the rest of his past, so how could he know whether he could use a bow and arrow?

However, after a moment's hesitation, he slowly walked towards the woman and gently raised his hand to grasp the bow in her hand.

Seeing Qiuhe grasp the bow, the woman released her grip. But to Qiuhe's surprise, the moment she released her hand…

The bow, as if weighed down by a heavy stone, suddenly plummeted downwards. The sudden drop startled Qiuhe.

Although his memory was reset, it was only about himself and others, not that he became dull-witted.

A bow is simply an object made from a willow branch; to put it bluntly, it's just a very thin and long piece of wood.

But the feeling of holding it in my hand right now is like the weight of four heavy bricks stacked together.

He could hardly imagine why an ordinary wooden bow would have such a heavy weight, even though it wasn't bound with any iron or lead blocks.

"Is there a problem?" the woman asked expressionlessly. Qiuhe replied, "No, nothing."

The woman then pointed to the target ahead, "Aim at the bullseye, shoot an arrow, and let me see." Qiuhe glanced at the target.

He was standing only 8 meters away from the target, which was not far, but Akikawa knew that he had never used a bow before.

Not to mention bows, he had never touched any cold weapons.

He could only imitate the woman's initial action, raising his bow and aiming it at the target.

You can feel the weight of this bow just by holding it in your hand; when you hold it horizontally in front of you, you can feel its immense weight even more.

Qiuhe's hands trembled slightly. "Why are you trembling so much?" the woman asked slowly.

Qiuhe naturally didn't want to either, but the bow was quite heavy, weighing about 2.5 kilograms like a brick.

Two together weigh 5 kilograms, four together weigh 10 kilograms.

Holding a 10-kilogram object horizontally in front of him, one would expect someone who isn't physically fit to do that.

It's extremely difficult to avoid shaking, and Qiuhe also discovered that the bow's string is very stiff.

Even just drawing the bowstring was extremely strenuous, but Qiuhe forced himself to release an arrow.

As expected, the arrow missed its target, landing about 1-2 meters away.

With just this one arrow, Qiuhe felt his arm ache and go numb as if it were being gnawed by a million ants, but the woman said in a deep voice, "Again!"

Afterwards, Qiuhe tried countless times, but without success. Gradually, he could no longer even pull the bowstring.

At this moment, Qiuhe's hands hung limply at his sides, and sweat poured down like a waterfall.

His mouth was panting heavily like a broken bellows, and the ground in front of him was densely covered with arrows.

But the woman standing nearby then said something puzzling: "Is this all the love you have for him?"

Qiuhe, listening from the side, was completely bewildered, having no idea what she was talking about.

But Qiuhe still spoke up, saying, "I'm sorry, I really can't shoot arrows, and I've never used one before."

The woman's face remained as calm as a still sea, without the slightest ripple.

Why is my heart in turmoil? Why can't I hold on? Why can't I hit the target?

Qiuhe was completely bewildered as he listened to the woman talking to herself.

"Continue." With the woman's command, Qiuhe was also utterly confused.

Why bother hitting the bullseye? What's the point of such a pointless act?

“Shoot him, and you will remember everything.”

Upon hearing the woman's words, Qiuhe fell silent. "Remembering everything..." Qiuhe hesitated for a long time.

Then, he raised his bow again. "I want to know." With this firm thought in Qiuhe's mind, he stubbornly shot another arrow.

Although the arrow missed, it was a significant improvement, as it grazed the target from the side.

Qiuhe felt this was a good omen, and then he tried it many more times.

But each time he only missed the target, never hitting it, let alone the bullseye.

Qiuhe didn't understand why he couldn't hit the target even though he had already aimed at it.

Just as Qiuhe was feeling down and about to give up, the woman took his hands from behind, her fingertips touching his.

His body pressed tightly against Qiuhe, as if he had become one with her, "calm and focused, listening intently, until, he saw her."

After the woman finished speaking, he released Qiuhe's hand from the bow and shot an arrow that hit the bullseye.

Finally, the woman slowly released Qiuhe's hand, saying, "Try again based on how you felt before."

Upon hearing the woman say "come again," Qiuhe took a deep breath. "Remain calm and focused, listen attentively until I see her."

Qiuhe drew back his bow, feeling the wind, "Whoosh~"

Qiuhe's eyes sharpened as he locked onto the distant target, then released his grip, and the arrow shot out, embedding itself directly in the target.

But he missed the bullseye. Watching this, Qiuhe's gaze gradually lowered, and his hand slowly went down. "I'm sorry, I... I can't do it."

At this moment, only the sound of the wind rustling through the treetops can be heard. The gentle breeze is constantly blowing through the cherry blossoms on the trees, and the petals are gradually falling.

The woman also fell silent, slowly taking the bow from Qiuhe's hand, then raising it, drawing the string, and shooting an arrow that accurately struck the bullseye.

Finally, he gently lowered his hand, his face dark, and said, "Do you know what a sword is?" Qiuhe was somewhat puzzled by this question.

But she still answered, "Yes, iron or steel," the woman said calmly.

"A sword is a weapon that shields life and severs life and death," Qiuhe listened quietly, not understanding why the woman was asking him these questions.

She then raised another question.

"Then, why did you swing your sword?" Qiuhe was at a loss for words upon hearing this, as he had no sword in his hand and had never swung one before.

He didn't understand the meaning behind the woman's questions. The woman then drew her bow.

Aiming at the distant bullseye, the question, "Why do you swing your sword?" was asked. After a long silence, Qiuhe finally spoke, "To... kill the enemy."

Qiuhe didn't understand what use a sword could have; he only knew that a sword was probably for killing enemies.

But just after Qiuhe finished speaking, an arrow suddenly grazed Qiuhe's face.

The arrow also created a powerful whirlwind, instantly causing Qiuhe's hair to flutter.

The arrow that grazed Qiuhe's face was like a shooting star streaking across the night, leaving a trail of brilliant light.

At this moment, Qiuhe's eyes were wide open, and a clearly visible wound on his face was gushing blood.

The archer was the same woman from before; she had suddenly appeared at the spot where the target was.

The target had vanished without a trace. The woman had also changed her appearance, now wearing a tengu mask.

She was dressed in a black bodysuit with two arm guards on her wrists, and a white shawl wrapped around her upper body over the bodysuit.

The woman stood at a distance, her eyes wide open like copper bells, radiating endless malice and murderous intent.

"No, killing the enemy is not your purpose; it is merely an inevitable consequence of you wielding your sword!"

"When the evil sword is drawn, the whole world becomes our enemy! Can you kill them all?"

The woman's face was cold and stern, her expression utterly deranged, each word spoken with a resounding force.

"Why, why forget! Why refuse to remember! Why choose to turn a blind eye!"

"The vows made with your life, the promises made with the sea and mountains, the unwavering oaths you made, you have now chosen to forget them!"

"Only when you shatter the path of humanity, obliterate the path of ghosts, shake open the path of heaven, and bring about the annihilation of all things will you be willing to remember—for whom did you wield your sword?"

The woman's words seemed to be spoken to thin air; Qiuhe couldn't understand what she was saying at all.

Then, the woman stared with murderous intent in her eyes and slowly uttered her final words: "Do you know what I see in your eyes?"

Qiuhe did not answer, still lost in thought, while the woman spoke up at this moment: "Betrayal, lies."

Having said that, the woman released the bow in her hand. The arrow, like a shooting star, hurtled towards Qiuhe's eyes.

When the arrow reached Qiuhe's eyes, his pupils contracted instantly. As the arrow pierced through Qiuhe's brain, his consciousness vanished instantly, and he died once more.