I, who became an avatar, just want to survive

Five upright people discussed in the dark whether the witch was trustworthy and whether the clown existed.

The timid know that both exist.

But he didn't know whether the witch was here to help them.

Is the clown hanging out outside?

But except for the smart one, the other three agreed with the witch's words.

Looking at the smart man who was confident, the timid man suddenly began to distrust him.

Finally, the four people disappeared into the darkness amid the wise man's voice that this was all a trap.

The witch's voice gradually faded away, and he could vaguely hear the cheers of the four people.

It seems that they escaped successfully, but why did they succeed?

Is the witch really a good person?

The wise man followed what the witch had said. After walking less than a hundred meters, he hit a wall and could faintly hear the wind blowing down from it.

This was a jumping platform, and the four of them got out of here by cooperating with each other.

The wise man left here somewhat frustrated, he couldn't leave here alone.

But is it really that safe outside?

The clown might be waiting outside.

Maybe that witch is the clown.

The wise man was passing the time in the darkness, comforting himself, when suddenly, bursts of noise were heard around him.

...Is it a clown?

The moment this thought came to mind, a creepy giggling sound was heard in the darkness.

Ah...it's indeed a clown.

The smart man wanted to escape, but as soon as he stood up, he paused.

Where can I run to in this darkness?

Thinking of this, the wise man stopped resisting.

Close your eyes and wait for death to come.

puff~

The sound of the sharp weapon entering flesh and bones was particularly crisp in the darkness.

The wise man dies.

Shenqi looked at the fourth layer of light rising, and the smile on her face became even brighter.

In the light curtain, Patchouli's asthma became more serious.

"Are you really just resurrecting Alice?" Yakumo Yukari's figure appeared behind Kamiki.

"Didn't we agree on this?" Shenqi looked back.

"But why is Patchouli's asthma so severe?"

"Isn't she always like this?"

"Shenqi, she can't wake up now." Yakumo Yukari took a step forward, "I know your relationship with her, and I know what you are thinking. You have been like this since then, but..."

"This is her order, right?" Shen Qi showed a magic book in her hand, "But don't forget, my teacher is not her, my teacher is the demon god."

“You really are…”

"It's too late to say anything now." Shen Qi jumped off the chair, "Don't worry, I won't affect her layout. Now I just want to let them see a glimmer of light."

“But that way…” Before Yakumo Yukari could finish her sentence, Shenqi came over.

"Yakumo Yukari, Xiao Yukari, you should know very well that I'm not that kind of good girl, right?" Shen Qi's voice rang in Yakumo Yukari's ears, "If the teacher hadn't said so, I would have turned her back into a demon when we first met."

"She is Patchouli Noreki now, not Patchouli."

"That's why I endured it." Shen Qi pushed Yakumo Yukari away, "I will abide by the rules. After all... she is my uncle, but that doesn't mean I will be completely obedient. Yakumo Yukari, it doesn't matter who turns this gear."

Shenqi said this and gently slid the gear in front of him, but the gear only moved a little.

"It's just that outsiders have to work harder." Shenqi said as he increased his strength, "But I don't mind the effort."

"Your ultimate goal is indeed Patchouli."

"Heh... I actually really came here for Alice." Shenqi dispersed the gears, "I just happened to meet the teacher, that's all."

"You've been dishonest since you were a child." Yakumo Yukari opened his folding fan, "Alice is just an excuse for you to get close to Gensokyo."

"Ala~Do I need an excuse?" Shenqi tilted her head, "My teacher is here, why can't I come?"

Chapter 168: Death of the Righteous

The conversation between Yakumo Yukari and Shenqi ended unpleasantly, but Yakumo Yukari did not take any action to stop Shenqi's plan.

The story of the righteous continues.

After the remaining four upright people escaped, the coffin appeared before their eyes again.

The moment I saw the coffin, time seemed to stand still.

After a few seconds, everyone seemed to have forgotten what had just happened. They lifted the coffin, talked and laughed, and continued to move forward.

The forest and the lake passed by quickly as everyone talked and laughed.

A western-style building appeared in front of the four people.

This is the reward of paradise, a gift to them who have made the trek here.

Every time I came back here before, the park would prepare delicious meals for everyone, and it was no exception this time.

It's just that the number of dishes has been reduced by half.

That’s right, after all, there are only half of the upright people left at this moment.

After enjoying the delicious meal, time quickly came to afternoon. As usual, it was afternoon tea time. Without the upright people saying anything, the Western-style house automatically served everyone their favorite drinks.

The mature man picked up the coffee of perfect temperature and took a sip.

Normally the coffee is just bitter, but today it has a hint of sweetness.

Just as the mature man was sighing at the beauty of today, an empty bag floated before his eyes.

"Ah... turns out an aphrodisiac was added, Love Potion." Murmuring softly, the mature man felt his physical strength slowly disappearing.

A clown floated before his eyes.

Soon, the clown took off his hood, revealing his long straight purple hair.

"Ah...ah, what a beautiful clown." The mature man slowly stretched out his hand, and the clown's clothes slowly disappeared, turning into pajamas. With an expression that was calm and a little lazy, the mature man tried hard to stretch his hand forward.

Finally, the clown was touched.

The cool touch made him smile with satisfaction.

"It would be a good thing to die at the hands of such a clown." The mature man slowly closed his eyes, and the warm blood flowed to the ground along the dagger in Patchouli's hand.

"Cough... cough cough cough!" Patchouli started coughing violently and even spat out a mouthful of blood.

Lin Yu hurriedly supported her as she was about to fall.

"Patch..."

"It's okay, I can still hold on." Although Patchouli's face was pale, her eyes were sparkling.

Just now, a picture appeared in her mind.

I was sitting in someone's arms, holding a magic book. The person behind me was saying something softly to me, and her long silver hair was swaying in the wind.

Patchouli dared to confirm that this scene had never appeared in her memory.

The only silver-haired people he had come into contact with were Lin Yu and Sakuya.

Sitting in Sakuya's arms? Absolutely impossible.

As for Lin Yu... humph, the weather is not right!

If that's the case, there's only one possibility left.

This is the memory of the Seven Lights Demon God!

Was it for this purpose that Shenqi asked me to be the clown?

But…why did she let herself be reminded of this?

"Let me do it next. I can't let you take any action." Lin Yu snatched the clown mask from Patch.

"No! I promised Shenqi, so I must do it to the end!" Patchouli stretched out her hand and took the hood. There were only three people left, and it would be over very quickly.

What Shenqi wants to tell me will definitely be accomplished within these three days.

On the seventh day, the vigilant looked at the fallen mature one and fell silent again.

It was obvious that this was not suicide. There was a big wound on the mature man's chest, but he had a peaceful smile on his face.

What exactly is going on?

The vigilant man slowly took two steps back and returned to the room alone.

"Vigilance, what are you doing?!" He slapped himself hard. "You are such a loser. Don't you understand that the upright will suffer? Has your keen sense of touch been numbed by this kind of seclusion? Don't you want to fall in love with the prosperity, wealth and happiness of the streets again? I just want to live my life again as a gang of thieves like before, but this is impossible!"

The vigilant man opened the kettle and took a big gulp of water. He had fetched the water himself and watched it boil.

He did not tell the other two that the mature one was dead, just as he, who was the most cautious, would never eat food that he did not prepare himself.

The day passed slowly and night fell. The vigilant man tried hard to stay awake in his room, and even secretly locked the rooms of the remaining two.

He suspected one of the two.

The night was long, and finally, the breathing of the remaining two people was heard. The vigilant one breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could lie down to sleep...

Suddenly, a sound came from somewhere very close, like a nail being hammered into wood...

Who is it? Who is making this noise?