I, enter the zero world, change the ending

They are both gates to the underworld. Why is your death on the mountain more tragic than that of Himuro residence?

I will come back to you as soon as possible, my wife.

The longing for each other after several days of separation gradually spread in his heart, and Zhiyao began to speed up his pace unconsciously.

……

Following the path up the mountain, Zhiyao soon discovered two people standing on a higher cliff ahead.

One of them is a woman dressed in black, staring at the bottom of the cliff with her head down, and the other is the Crow Priestess who can be seen everywhere in the mountains and plains in the game, and she keeps staring at the woman in black next to her.

At this time, it is impossible for anyone to come to the mountain to enjoy the scenery. With the shrine maiden next to them, you can easily predict what will happen next.

"Wait a minute!" Zhiyao shouted at the top of her lungs.

Now that I have seen it, I can't just ignore it.

The two people over there looked over, and then the witch saw a mermaid floating towards this side quickly from the sky above the cliff, pushing the woman in black next to her to the ground and pressing down on her shoulders. When she looked back, the man who made the sound had disappeared.

Two minutes later, Zhiyao finally arrived at the location of the two women, the other side of the Abyss.

After going around in a big circle and running too fast, he was now out of breath. Seeing that the woman in black was still pinned to the ground by Yaoboji, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Huh—finally caught up."

With a relieved smile on his face, Zhiyao gestured to Yaoboji to move aside and helped the woman in black to sit up.

The woman in black hung her head gloomily, her face lifeless, and even the air was filled with sadness.

Thanks to the spiritual power that sealed Yaoboji, if Feitie were to touch it like this, it would definitely be another shocking mental shock.

At this moment, Zhiyao was thinking with great relief. Then, she held the hand of the woman in black and asked with great concern, "Sister, what on earth have you been through? Has it reached the point where you have to commit suicide?"

The woman in black never responded, so Yaoboji explained the situation for her: "Sikong, this woman's husband and child died in an accident."

Such an answer was basically within Zhiyao's expectations.

He thought for a moment and then asked, "Excuse me, are there other people in your family? Parents, brothers and sisters, etc."

The woman in black still didn't respond. Seeing this, Zhiyao smiled helplessly.

"Sister, I think seeking death is a very courageous act. But since you're brave enough to face death alone, why not use that courage to keep living? This world... actually has many wonderful and beautiful things."

At this point, the woman in black slowly raised her head and looked at him with dazed eyes.

"Of course, I know I haven't personally experienced what happened to you, and perhaps you think I'm just speaking in high-sounding terms, but I still want to say this, and I hope you can consider it carefully."

Having said what needed to be said, Zhiyao gently patted the shoulder of the woman in black.

What happened next was none of his business, because he had already stopped the person from jumping off the cliff and had carefully persuaded him. As for whether to choose to survive or continue to seek death, it was up to the person himself to decide.

Anyway, I have done my best.

Stay with the person until he or she is fully recovered?

Are you crazy? I don't have the time, not to mention that we don't even recognize each other.

There was silence for a while. After a while, the woman in black slowly stood up and walked slowly towards the direction where Zhiyao came from. Somewhat worried, Zhiyao gently patted Yabaiboji's shoulder and motioned her to follow.

Half a minute later, Yaoboji returned to Zhiyao's side.

"I've seen it, and her heart is wavering."

"Is that so? That means you took my advice to heart. That's great." Zhiyao finally turned her attention to the shrine maiden who had been silent since a while ago. "Miss shrine maiden, can you see the road with the blindfold on? Are you afraid of falling when you walk?"

The witch, however, faced him quietly, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself.

The man in front of her interfered with her work and persuaded someone who was about to jump off the cliff to come down. This was the first time she had encountered such a thing.

After waiting for no response, Zhiyao curled her lips in boredom and said goodbye.

Just as I was about to leave, a female voice finally sounded next to me.

"Please wait."

During the conversation, the witch took off her blindfold, and Zhiyao was able to see her full face.

Around 80 points, the same level as deep red.

"What?" Zhiyao smiled.

"Sir, you..." The witch slowly crafted her words.

Judging from his complexion, the man in front of her was obviously not seeking suicide. But if he was not seeking suicide, why would he go up the mountain so late at night? The witch was puzzled by this.

What also puzzled her was the mermaid just now, which was a creature that only existed in mythology.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that the man in front of her was no ordinary person. The witch calmed herself down and prepared to use her visual ability to see him, but just as she was about to activate her ability, she heard someone stop her from the other side.

"Hey—don't look at it, you hear me!"

The witch was stunned, and then she heard Zhiyao continue, "I'm not committing suicide. I'm not within your scope of scrutiny. If you have any questions, you can ask directly."

The witch nodded and then asked about what she cared about most.

"Excuse me, what was the mermaid just now?"

"My personal guardian spirit, Yaoboji, is also a divine spirit."

After hearing the last sentence, the witch immediately concluded that the man in front of her was indeed no ordinary person. She was about to ask him about his motive for going up the mountain the next day, but the other side spoke first.

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Sikong Zhiyao. What's yours?"

"Hmm? Shui Yun."

"What about the last name?"

"No surname."

Seeing this kind of answer again, Zhiyao couldn't help but wonder, "How could there be no surname? You think this is Yangyan Village, right? Even though children in Yangyan Village have to be seven years old to get a surname, the key point is that you don't look like a child."

"Sorry, I really don't have one. If I must say, there is a nickname before my name, Shui Long."

"Water cage?"

All women sent to Rishang Mountain would have their original surnames removed, leaving only their given names, and then the title "Shuilong" would be added in front of their names.

The above is new knowledge that Zhiyao learned from Shuiyun, which has never been mentioned in the game.

Chapter 117: [The Crow Priestess]

Zhiyao knew about this custom and kept it in mind.

"Then I'll just call you by your name?"

Shui Yun nodded, indicating that she had no objection.

"Water Yun."

"What's wrong, Mr. Sikong?"

"I'm going to the Katashiro Shrine. You should be free, right? Why don't you walk with me for a while?"

After thinking about it and realizing that she really had nothing to do, Shui Yun readily agreed.

On the way, Zhiyao estimated that there was still some distance to go to that place. He glanced at the girl next to him. The girl had no expression on her face, and her indifferent look reminded him of Violet.

"Is there something wrong?" Shui Yun noticed the gaze.

"It must be very hard to work in your field." Zhiyao asked casually with a slight smile on her lips.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Shui Yun was suddenly stunned.

Is this caring about her?

She was a little caught off guard and looked at Zhiyao in surprise. Then in an instant, two lines of tears slid down her cheeks across her eye sockets.

Seeing Shuiyun's reaction, Zhiyao was also stunned.

"Um, hey, are you okay?" he asked hurriedly, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.

In fact, many of the Crow Priestesses of Rishang Mountain were like this. Having absorbed so many sad and painful memories, their spirits had long since become fragile and extremely sensitive. To Zhiyao, it was clearly just a trivial greeting with a hint of concern, but in fact, from the moment it was spoken, it had deeply touched the girl's already shattered emotional defenses.

Just as he was thinking of taking something out of his bag to let the girl wipe her tears, he saw that she had put on her eye mask again.

"Sorry, please keep going." Shui Yun said in a light descriptive tone.

There was silence for a moment, and gradually, the two walked into a forest. Zhiyao was really worried that the girl next to her would accidentally bump into a tree while walking, so she immediately persuaded her: "The light here is not very good, why don't you take off the eye mask? Cry if you want, it's no big deal."

This time, Shuiyun didn't listen to him.

"No need. There's a small gap under the blindfold, so I can barely see the road clearly."

"But it feels awkward." Zhiyao insisted.

"It's been like this for so many years, I'm used to it." Shui Yun also insisted.

The girl looked to be around twenty years old, which made Zhiyao think of something. "You said it's been so many years, could it be that she came here when she was very young?"

"Yeah, I was sent here when I was six." Perhaps because she rarely had the opportunity to communicate with outsiders, Shui Yun seemed to open up and began to talk about her own situation. "I actually have a younger sister."

"Are you also a witch here?" Zhiyao was a little surprised and asked hurriedly.

"No, I'm the only one who came to this mountain. My parents sent me here. I didn't understand why they left me here alone at first. As I grew older, I found that many of my companions were in the same situation as me. Now that I think about it, it might be because our family was so poor at the time, so poor that they couldn't support my sister and me at the same time, so they did this. Leaving me here not only reduced the burden of raising me, but also earned the family some money."

After saying that, Shui Yun stopped and lowered her head slightly, as if she was lost in memories of the past.

Beside her, Zhiyao looked her up and down, his brows furrowed uncontrollably.

Every family has its own problems. He did not comment on the behavior of Shuiyun's parents. The only thing he knew clearly was that from the moment she was sent to Rishang Mountain, Shuiyun's life had ended prematurely.

Just like what is said in the game, the Crow Priestess usually exercises her spiritual power through watching, and when the pain accumulated in her body reaches the limit of bearing, she will enter the next stage.

Those with weak spiritual power would join the bandits and become bandit girls, or, depending on the need, would sink to the coffin cage around the big pillar and become the guardian girls of the big pillar. Those with strong spiritual power would enter the coffin cage and become cage girls, and those cage girls whose spiritual power far exceeded that of ordinary people would become immortal flowers.

The more he thought about it, the more depressed he became. Zhiyao took a deep breath and let out an intriguing sigh.

At the same time, Shui Yun ended her journey in the ocean of memories and turned around.

"Mr. Sikong, you are the first person I have encountered in all these years who interferes with the work of the witch."

"Since you've encountered this, you should always try to persuade them. Isn't this human nature?" Zhiyao laughed. "What about you? Have you never had this thought?"

"At the beginning, I did." Shui Yun sighed, "But before I could put it into action, the seniors found out and gave me a severe scolding. They said I was violating the rules and disregarding the lives of more people in the world."

This is not alarmist, Zhiyao can understand this, because absorbing the pain of the dead is part of the ritual to suppress the Night Spring.

The pain of the deceased will eventually dissolve into the night spring. As a witch, you need to see as much as possible in your daily life and accumulate pain in your body in order to cultivate adaptability and tolerance in advance. Only in this way can you maintain it for a longer time after entering the second stage.

Otherwise, if they collapse prematurely because they cannot bear the pain, it will increase the burden on the rest of their companions, and ultimately bring irreparable consequences to the world, just like a thousand-mile dam collapsing due to an ant hole.

Although it may seem unkind of not to help someone who is seeking death, it is for the greater good after all and there is nothing we can do about it.

"Shui Yun, I have always thought that you witches are great." Zhi Yao sighed from the bottom of her heart.

"Those priests and the Fire Guards often say the same thing."

"I feel this way from the bottom of my heart. Truly. Even though I'm an outsider, I know most of what's going on in this mountain. I'm also very aware of how you've selflessly dedicated your lives to the lives of all living beings in the world."

Speaking of the selflessness of the shrine maidens, Zhiyao thought of the guy named Kururugi Miyazaki.

The witches were enduring unimaginable pain for all the creatures in the world, but that guy hurt them because of his shameful secrets, and caused a tragedy. He deserved to die.

At this moment, Zhiyao secretly decided something.

————After returning to 1987, go to Higashiyama to cause trouble for Kururugi Miyazo.

Already committed suicide?

Isn't there still a soul?

Although Xili and Fangshenglian were unable to kill him completely due to their lack of strength, and although Fengshi did not kill him for some reason, he was still keeping his eyes on him.

Kill directly?

How can that be possible? That would be too easy for him.

He must be tortured to the point where his life is worse than death, and he must be made to cry and beg for death but unable to get his wish. Finally, he must die little by little in endless wailing and despair and pain. Only in this way can the murdered witches be comforted.

In an instant, a terrifying viciousness appeared in Zhiyao's eyes, and a murderous aura naturally emanated from his body.

Shui Yun, who had a keen intuition, noticed that the aura of this person had changed. Without saying anything, she took off the blindfold and asked nonchalantly: