I, enter the zero world, change the ending

"Besides her, the other two are the same, especially Hinasaki Fukaba, they are simply the worst kind of idiots."

"Uh, Sikong..." Wu Hui smiled awkwardly, "I always feel like... you have a lot of opinions about those two."

"That's right. You know I've never liked Hinasaki Fukaba." Zhiyao said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"What about Fang Sheng Lian? He didn't mess with you, did he?"

"Of course he did. He shattered Bai Ju's soul." Zhi Yao said as he cracked his fist joints. "If I saw him hurting Bai Ju, I would definitely beat him hard, beat him to death."

"Then you better be careful." Wu Hui silently warned, "If you beat that guy up in person, Feng Shi and Bai Ju will not stand idly by. They might even kill you."

Zhiyao simulated the scene in his mind, then lowered his head sadly and said to himself in a bitter tone:

"If that happens, I'm afraid I'll be heartbroken before those two even make a move."

"No, no, I will always stand on Brother Sikong's side. Even if it were me, I would switch sides immediately after seeing Brother Sikong." Bai Ju hurriedly comforted him.

When faced with a world of its own, he remains quiet and does not express his views.

The topic ended and the scene fell into silence for a while.

From then on, the face of a certain girl gradually appeared in Zhiyao's mind.

More than a month had passed since he moved to Rishang Mountain. During this period, he had spoken to Yuli no more than three times, and he had not contacted the others like Shenhong, Kurosawa Rei, and Koto at all.

He thought that he should give them all a call tomorrow to keep in touch and strengthen their relationship.

At this moment, Fengshi's voice came to my ears.

"The reason why Rishang Mountain experiences frequent rainfall in the summer is mainly due to the presence of a lake on the top of the mountain. Furthermore, at night, the aura of the realm of the dead shrouds the mountain, preventing moisture from escaping. This creates a cycle, with repeated rainfall within a short period of time."

"You know a lot." Zhiyao said as she moved closer to Fengshi, while raising her palm to cover the back of Fengshi's hand and holding it tightly.

Feng Shi looked at his face, then his gaze returned to the front.

Once, when Zhiyao grabbed her hand, she would pull it out because that would expose Zhiyao to the erosion of Yequan and go against her wish not to be seen.

However, ever since the night spring on her hand was cleaned by Yaobaji, and she learned to control the touch to see whether it happened or not, she found that Zhiyao was much tougher than before.

Specifically, whenever she habitually tried to pull her hand away, Zhiyao would increase her grip strength, making it impossible for her to pull her hand away, which was very confusing.

"Why are you holding my hand?"

She once asked this.

Zhiyao’s answer was————“No reason.”

Such an answer is obviously not convincing, so Fengshi then came up with the idea of ​​seeking the answer by observing. However, when it came time to put it into action, for some unknown reason, the idea was suddenly abandoned.

Besides, he didn't really dislike it, so he just let Zhiyao hold his hand.

Finally, as the number of times increased, I gradually got used to it.

After a moment of silence, Fengshi's gaze shifted to the person next to him again.

"Have you ever heard of the Rain Girl?"

Having heard of it vaguely but not remembering it clearly, Zhiyao simply shook her head.

"Nope."

Feng Shisui began to explain, "The Rain Girl is a monster in folklore. Legend has it that wherever she appears, it will rain."

"Could it be on Rishang Mountain?!" Baiju's eyes sparkled and he was very excited.

"Impossible." Zhiyao denied, and his palm fell on Baiju's head, stroking it gently, "Rishang Mountain is full of evil spirits, and monsters don't fit its setting."

"What about Yangyan Mountain?" Wuhui joined the conversation. "Isn't there a monster called Tamamo on Yangyan Mountain? You've encountered Nunu before in the depths of the cave, so..."

Bai Ju: "Yeah, maybe she just happened to come to Rishang Mountain, so it has been raining non-stop recently?"

After hearing the last sentence, Zhiyao suddenly remembered something and immediately got up and went back to the room, coming out with an umbrella in her hand.

"Come on, let's go take a look."

"Go find the Rain Girl?" Bai Ju was excited.

"No, it's some guy who shows up on rainy days."

"Who is it?" Feng Shi and Wu Hui asked in unison.

Zhiyao smiled proudly.

"Mizugo Shizuku."

Chapter 192: [Water Cage Shizuku]

I remember that Mizukage Shizuku appeared somewhere...

Following his memory, Zhiyao walked into the woods with an umbrella, and Wuhui Baiju Fengshi followed behind him. Then, when passing a certain place, a plot in the game emerged in his mind.

Maybe I should go to that place first.

Thinking of this, he walked straight towards the pond in the forest.

Not long after, in the distance, by the pond, a long-haired woman in a white top came into view.

It's really easy.

Zhiyao was immediately overjoyed and thought that her luck was really good.

As to whether it is possible that it is not.

Of course not.

Because the red umbrella placed next to it is evidence.

After calming down, Zhiyao walked in that direction. At the same time, Mizuki also stood up, turned around and walked in another direction. But the next moment, a gust of wind blew up from the edge of the pond, and the umbrella flew into the air under the wind.

Seeing this scene, Zhiyao's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

He was deeply impressed by the scene before him.

As far as I can remember, Mizukō Shizuku died from that umbrella, and the tip of the umbrella pierced her eyeball.

He never expected to witness such a scene. Looking at the girl whose life was in danger, Zhiyao opened his throat.

“Don’t look back——————————”

An extremely anxious voice cut through the sky, startling Mizuki immediately and looking over here reflexively.

The next moment, the tip of the falling umbrella pierced the back of her head. Tears welled up in her eyes from the pain and she subconsciously covered her head with her hands.

At the same time, Zhiyao arrived beside her.

"How are you?!" Zhiyao's voice was filled with anxiety and worry.

Mizuki looked at Zhiyao intently with tears in her eyes, her lips twitching for a moment.

Noticing that the wind was picking up again, Zhiyao ran towards the red umbrella as fast as she could, picked it up and folded it.

Not feeling reassured, he threw it back to the ground, stepped on it with his foot, and bent it with both hands. He did not stop being cautious until he was sure it could no longer fly.

"Are you okay?" Turning to Mizukage Shizuku, Zhiyao asked again with concern, "How's your head? Is the injury serious?!"

Mizukage Shizuku continued to stare at him, occasionally glancing at the palm of her hand covering the back of her head. Only when she saw there was no red blood stain did she nod her head slightly and answer in a whisper:

"I'm not... okay."

Instantly, Zhiyao breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's okay."

"Excuse me……"

"Let's go somewhere else first." Zhiyao interrupted her and reminded her solemnly, "That gust of wind just now was a bit strange. We shouldn't stay here for long. Let's go."

After saying that, Zhiyao took the lead and started walking towards the Kyoto Shrine. Behind her, Mizukirou Shizuku, although confused, followed suit with her legs involuntarily.

After a while, we arrived at the side door of Katayo Shrine.

"The rain is a bit heavy, let's hide here for a while." Putting away the umbrella, Zhiyao walked under the eaves.

Mizuki followed in, looking around occasionally, and finally her eyes stopped on Zhiyao's face.

"Hello, may I ask what just happened..."

"I just saved you." Zhiyao said.

Confusion then appeared on Mizukage Shizuku's face.

"Saved me?"

"Yes, weren't you hit on the back of the head by the flying umbrella?" Zhiyao reminded, "You were about to turn around at that time, right? Based on where you were hit, if you turned around, where do you think you would have been hit?"

Mizukiru didn't react for the time being. She lowered her eyes and carefully chewed on what the man in front of her said. After a while, she woke up as if from a dream.

"Ah, so I..."

Zhiyao smiled awkwardly, "You finally reacted."

As a chill ran up her spine, Mizuki immediately thanked her with fear and trepidation.

"Thank you for saving my life! I'm so grateful!"

After that, she began to look Zhiyao up and down, "Come to think of it, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Mizukage Shizuku, and what about you?"

How could it be this surname? Isn’t “Shuilong” a unified name?

Zhiyao was puzzled and answered at the same time: "Well, my name is Sikong Zhiyao, you can call me Sikong."

"Yes, Sikong." Mizuki smiled as fresh as a white jasmine flower. "Sikong, are you alone?"

Hearing this, Zhiyao glanced to the side and thought that it was unexpected that this person used the title of the Crow Priestess as his surname but had no clairvoyance ability.

"Well, alone, aren't you alone too?"

"Hey, I have something to do."

"What's the matter?" Zhiyao asked.

Perhaps because Zhiyao looked more friendly, and because he had saved her before, Mizuki immediately opened up and started chatting.

"I come to honor the dead."

"Commemorate the dead?" Zhiyao pretended to be surprised.

"Well, this is Mount Higashin, an ominous place that is known to the outside world as a suicide sanctuary and avoided as much as possible. Although it looks deserted now, it wasn't like that many years ago. Back then, many clergy lived on the mountain. My great-great-grandmother was once a shrine maiden there."

Next, Mizuki began to tell Zhiyao about the things about Rishang Mountain. Although Zhiyao basically knew everything, she remained quiet and listened very carefully.

"Then one day, a disaster struck the mountain. Foreign men slaughtered all the priests and priestesses. My great-grandmother managed to escape. After that, no one left the area, and only the spirits of the dead roamed the mountain."

Mizuki finished her words with a meaningful sigh. Seeing Zhiyao's focused expression, she blinked cunningly and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

"What are you doing here, Sikong? Are you going to commit suicide?"

"Do I look like that to you?" Zhiyao rolled her eyes and asked back, then made up a random excuse, "I'm a novelist and came here to find inspiration, hehe."

“Ah, then you mainly write…”

Before he could finish his words, Mizuki suddenly noticed something and looked in a certain direction. Zhiyao followed her and immediately noticed that there seemed to be someone deep in the dense forest.

"Sikong, look over there!" Shuilong Shizuku pointed there.

Zhiyao nodded.

"Saw."

"Walk."

As soon as the voice fell, Mizukyou Shizuku rushed out from the eaves, jogging and shouting loudly.

Zhiyao followed closely behind him, and as the distance between them shortened, he was gradually able to see the whole figure clearly.

It is a young man.

At the same time, the young man who heard the noise here also slowly walked towards this side until the two sides met.

"Hey." Zhiyao was the first to greet.

"Good evening." Mizukage Shizuku followed suit and greeted.

The young man smiled faintly, "Good evening, may I ask what may I do for you two?"

In fact, there was nothing wrong, so Zhiyao turned to Mizuki and waited for her to answer. He found that she was staring at the young man in a daze without saying a word, so he gently poked her waist.