I, enter the zero world, change the ending

"It was already in the yard when I was seven years old. Every spring it would bloom with beautiful cherry blossoms. At that time, the children would chase and play in the yard." As Kirie spoke, fragments of the past emerged in her mind, and her eyes became misty. Suddenly she noticed Asanuma Ye looking at her, and when she found that she was standing almost shoulder to shoulder with him, her face unconsciously began to heat up again.

In a panic, Wuhui quickly changed the subject.

"Mr. Asanuma, flowers in other places also bloom every spring, right?"

"Mostly," Asanumaha sighed, "but some aren't."

This was something she had never heard of before. Wuhui couldn't help but be surprised, and her eyes revealed a strong desire for knowledge.

"I like flowers, please tell me!"

"Ahaha, I like flowers too." Asanumaha's head turned in all directions, and finally, her gaze stopped at a distant spot. "There just happens to be a kind of flower that blooms in this season."

"In winter?" Wuhui found it unbelievable.

"Yes, that's it. That kind of flower is called plum blossom. There's no plum blossom on this mountain, but I've seen it in other places."

"Plum blossoms..." Wuhui remembered it firmly, and then continued to consult eagerly, "What do plum blossoms look like?"

"It's a yellow flower, about the same size as a cherry blossom."

“It’s amazing.”

Seeing the longing in Kirie's eyes, Asanuma Ye suddenly had an idea, "If Ms. Himuro likes it, I can help bring it over."

"Really?!" The good news came suddenly, and Wuhui's eyes suddenly shone with light.

"Well, I'll be away temporarily on the 15th of this month to take care of some business elsewhere. I'll bring the stuff back when I'm done. It'll probably take until the end of the month."

The cold water poured down on her head, and the flames burning in Wuhui's eyes were extinguished on the spot.

The rope-breaking ceremony will be held on December 13th. She can't wait until then. If she urges the other party to set off now, maybe she can make it in time by galloping. But she is not that kind of willful woman.

"Let's just forget it." Wuhui sighed, with a hint of regret in her tone.

"Hey, why?"

"Actually... I'm not that interested, and I don't really need to see it..."

"In that case, why don't I try to finish it as quickly as possible and try to be back around the 20th?" Asanuma Ye suggested.

"No, no, no, it's really not necessary. Anyway..."

Not wanting to continue this topic, Kirie pursed her lips and stopped talking. Asanuma Ye stared at her for a while, and finally nodded lightly.

"Why don't we talk about something else? There are many flowers of various colors in this world that bloom in different seasons."

"Tell me quickly!"

……

Zhiyao felt like she had a dream, a dream that was neither long nor short.

In his dream, he was trapped in a room separated by a wooden fence, with a girl wearing a white wedding dress and long black hair beside him.

Since he always felt that the girl looked familiar, he began to search for clues in his mind. After searching for a while, he finally remembered that the girl was Himuro Kirie, and then he naturally analyzed that this was the Zashiki-prison that Kirie had mentioned.

He thought it was the same as the previous time with Munakata Yae, so he tried to talk to the girl, but the girl didn't respond at all. She could neither hear his voice nor see him in front of her.

During this time, the girl's gaze shifted to the window, and he followed her to look, and soon saw a man who looked almost exactly like Hinasaki Mafuyu.

Later, as a person in priest's uniform entered the cell, Kirie chatted with the priest for a few words, and then her vision went black. When she could see again, the person was still in the Zashiki prison, but this time the cell door was opened by the priest. Seeing Kirie leave, he followed her out and followed her all the way from the Zashiki prison to the lounge on the second floor, until a young man with Hinasaki Mafuyu's face entered here. He learned the man's name from the conversation.

As pain began to appear in his eyes and brain, Zhiyao found that his vision went black again, and then he lost consciousness. With a shudder in his body and a start in his mind, Zhiyao suddenly opened his eyelids, like a patient waking up from a nightmare.

There was still lingering pain in her eyes and brain, and her ears were buzzing. Zhiyao gritted her teeth and forced herself to sit up.

His vision was still pitch black, but he firmly believed that he was not blind, because he felt a heat in his arms, and he could see the golden light emitted by Chu Yeshi's knife. Combined with the last scene before he lost consciousness, he analyzed that he was taken to the hidden space.

If I were brought into the hidden space, what would be the current situation of Shenhong and the others?

Chu Yeya's knife is glowing, could it be...

With a sudden thought in his mind, Zhiyao looked around reflexively, and then he noticed a woman in white standing a few steps away to his left. The surface of the woman's white clothes was covered with black stains from dried blood, and her face was covered by her long hair.

Zhiyao recognized it as Himuro Kirie at a glance.

In addition, Xiao Wuhui was standing between him and Wuhui, with her fangs and claws bared like a little tiger, ready to pounce and fight at any time.

Chapter 49: [If Communication Doesn’t Work, Then Fight]

If Zhiyao had only seen Wuhui, he might have wondered if it was true, because this place was a secret country, and little Wuhui had said that it was very safe to stay here.

However, now that even Xiao Wuhui is so prepared, he will certainly not have any doubts anymore.

Zhiyao hurriedly got up, pulled out a knife, and pointed the tip of the knife at Wuhui over there. He was surprised how Wuhui found this place, and was even more worried about the current situation of Shenhong and the others.

The two sides were in a stalemate. After a while, Zhiyao finally lost her patience and spoke first.

"Why are you here?!"

Wuhui didn't respond.

"Answer me quickly, what did you do to Hinasaki and the others?!"

Zhiyao gritted her teeth, anger blooming on her face.

Even so, Wuhui did not respond. She stood there from beginning to end, as if she had heard nothing.

As Wuhui took a step forward, the nervous Zhiyao instinctively took half a step back. Seeing this, Wuhui simply stood in front of him.

The two sides continued to confront each other like this. After an unknown amount of time, Wuhui finally snorted.

"I really didn't expect my clone to hide you in this place." Her voice was like the gurgling of a stream flowing through a valley, and Wuhui's tone was full of amusement. "It seems she was also very anxious. She actually did this under my nose. What I didn't expect was that you two actually merged. You actually took away my memory just now. What a mistake, hehehe."

Xiao Wuhui once said that Wuhui had not lost her mind, so Zhiyao was not surprised by what Wuhui said.

He bit his lower lip tightly, and after a moment's thought, he said, "Are you Himuro Kirie?"

"Is there something wrong with your brain?" Wuhui said sarcastically.

"How can I know if it's real since your face is covered? Unless you lift your hair up and let me see."

Hearing this, Wuhui gently lifted her long hair, and Zhiyao was finally able to see the face clearly.

It was exactly the same as Wu Hui in the dream, the difference was that the face in the dream was gentle and peaceful, exuding a faint affinity, while the face in front of him had an indifferent expression, his eyebrows slightly frowned from time to time, and there was an evil aura emanating from his whole body.

As Wuhui grinned, a wicked smile bloomed on her face.

For a moment, Zhiyao felt very charming, and compared with the angel Wuhui in his dream, he actually thought that the evil witch-like Wuhui was better.

The premise is that it will not attack people.

"Wuhui...how did you become like this?" Perhaps because his aesthetic was really touched, or perhaps to delay time, Zhiyao began to ask questions even though he knew the answer.

What he got in return was naturally scorn.

"Don't you know everything, prophet from another world?" Seeing a flicker of astonishment in the other's eyes, Kirie added, "You can even see through my clones. You don't think I can, do you? Don't forget that I've caught you several times. Besides, even if I hadn't, with the strength of my spiritual power, I can still know what you're thinking as long as our eyes meet. Or do you think that what Kurosawa Aise can do, I, Himuro Kirie, can't do?"

Xiao Wuhui said Bai Ju, Da Wuhui said Feng Shi, and Zhiyao suddenly had an indescribable subtle feeling.

Perhaps it was because Wuhui had not attacked him yet and was still communicating with him, Zhiyao began to relax unconsciously. Of course, he would not relax completely, after all, serving the king is like serving a tiger.

"Then why are you here?"

"Idiot, can't you look at your hands?" Wuhui yawned in boredom.

Zhiyao raised her hands and noticed the black rope marks on her wrists.

"Both the ankles and the neck." Xiao Wuhui reminded.

As Zhiyao examined the rope seals, Wuhui continued, "Soon you and your companions will feel my pain, the way I once did."

Thinking of the rope-splitting ceremony in his mind, Zhiyao's body trembled violently.

Of course, Wuhui also noticed it.

"Are you scared, huh?"

"No... no... I..." Zhiyao's voice was stammering due to nervousness, "Wait for me, wait a moment, please wait a moment!"

After a short silence and several attempts, Zhiyao finally calmed down a little.

"If you're not in a hurry, would it be convenient for us to chat for a while?"

Wuhui looked at him strangely, curious about what this man was going to do. Thinking that the person opposite him was also dying, she nodded compassionately.

"I think you were better before." Zhiyao said with a sincere tone.

"What? You don't want me to change back?" Wuhui's eyes were like those of an innocent child speaking nonsense. "Come to think of it, you do have such plans. You've already found the third fragment of the Imperial Mirror, right?"

"Yes, since you can see through it, I won't keep it a secret from you. As long as you change back, it will be good for everyone."

"After I change back, I will seal the gate to the underworld with my body and continue to endure the pain?"

"That's our duty," Xiao Wuhui interrupted. "The house has become like this because we lacked a strong will."

"Shut up!" Kirie glared at her fiercely. "It's all because of the high-ranking Lord of the Himuro family and those priests that things have become like this. It's because of them that they killed Asanuma-kun..."

"They had no choice but to do it! We were the ones who really killed Asanuma-kun." Komiya argued.

"No! I won't let him die. I clearly... Anyway, he's back. Yes, he's back here, and he's by my side now."

Zhiyao of course knew that she was referring to Hinasaki Mafuyu, "That's not Asanuma Ye, that's Hinasaki Mafuyu, you got the wrong person."

"Hinasaki Mafuyu is the reincarnation of Haba Asanuma!" Kirie emphasized loudly, "They look exactly the same. I can smell Haba Asanuma's aura from him."

"Even if it is, it's not the same person, Wuhui, can you please return him to us? You know why I came here. If you don't return him, the other girl will disappear!"

"Then what should I do? Continue to be lonely and continue to wander around this place alone?"

"We can continue with the ceremony and pick up our unfinished duties." Seizing Kirie's momentary confusion, Kirie gently persuaded her, "This is a great thing. Hasn't this been our plan since the moment we were chosen?"

"That's because I've never experienced the joy of living." Wuhui gritted her teeth, her body trembling.

"To seal the Yellow Springs Gate, a priestess must be sacrificed. Have you forgotten those predecessors who were willing to sacrifice themselves for this world?"

For a moment, Wuhui suddenly stopped talking. After looking at little Wuhui and getting a look of permission, Zhiyao took a few steps towards Wuhui.

"Wuhui, I saw you in my dream. You were originally a kind girl. Everyone has evil thoughts. The reason you became like this is because the evil spirit that was entrenched in your body affected your mind."

The moment he finished speaking, the evil spirit lurking in Wuhui suddenly appeared, letting out a fierce roar that interrupted the conversation. Wuhui's expression also instantly became ferocious, and her eyes revealed uncontrollable rage and ferocity.

"Shut up!" Kirie tried hard not to roar. "That kind of ritual shouldn't have existed in the first place. If it weren't for the ritual, Asanuma-kun wouldn't have been killed... And you, if you keep talking, I'll make you feel pain now!"

"Even if you don't do anything, I still consider your feelings. Come on, let me observe you. It will only take a little longer."

"Don't be ungrateful. This is your final ultimatum. I'm sternly warning you."

Wuhui's voice was cold and her expression was empty and indifferent. Zhiyao had no doubt that she would take action immediately if he didn't listen to her.

It is the instinct of living things to seek benefits and avoid harm. It is impossible to say that he is not afraid. However, as his gaze shifted to the evil spirit on Wuhui, another emotion emerged in Zhiyao's heart: anger.

Wuhui is different from Fengshi. Fengshi suffered a mental breakdown because he was unable to let go of his obsession and was instantly subjected to stimulation that exceeded his limit, thus becoming that creepy appearance. Wuhui is different. She was more contaminated by evil spirits and her evil thoughts were magnified.

"They are influencing you, do you know that?!" Zhiyao pointed the tip of the knife at Wuhui's face, and then gently shook the blade to the side.

"So what?" Wuhui snorted coldly, not taking it seriously.

"I have a way to get you out of control, believe me."

"Oh, so what are you going to do? I'm curious," Wuhui joked nonchalantly, the evil spirit within her becoming restless. "You can only boast like that if you defeat me first. Do you think you have that ability?"

"No, no, no, I'm not targeting you. I've never thought of defeating you." Turning the blade over, Zhiyao stared at the word "Xiu" on it, "I want to... get rid of the evil spirit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhiyao suddenly rushed out, so fast that even Xiao Wuhui couldn't react. Wuhui was caught off guard just like Xiao Wuhui, but the evil spirits in her body were already prepared.

Based on the experience of the last battle, when the knife is about to touch Wuhui, the hand will be restrained by something. Zhiyao once thought that it was some kind of technique, but now he doesn't think so, because he can see the evil spirits entrenched in Wuhui. He guessed that the reason why his hand suddenly couldn't move last time was because it was caught by the evil spirits. In other words, he should first concentrate on avoiding the attack range as much as possible, and then wait for an opportunity to attack.

In fact, the above thoughts occurred before he set off, because the distance between him and Wuhui was actually quite close. He only took three or five steps forward and he was within the attack range of the evil spirit. Wuhui's hands were hanging down and did not move, so Zhiyao focused his attention on the evil spirit.

Roaring, the evil spirit swung out its claws, which were much longer than a normal human's. Zhiyao, who had been well prepared, quickly bent down to avoid it. Another evil spirit took the opportunity to swing its claws at him. Zhiyao quickly dodged to the side and avoided the attack again.

Then he slashed at the evil spirit's arm that had not yet been retracted.

A golden straight line flashed in the darkness, and the evil spirit's hand seemed to be electrocuted and quickly retracted. Seeing this, Zhiyao aimed directly at the evil spirit's neck, intending to stab it all the way in, but he never expected that his wrist would be strangled as soon as he stretched out his hand. He hurriedly looked and found that it was Wuhui who strangled his hand. At the same time, the evil spirit also reacted, and stretched out its slender claws to strangle Zhiyao's throat.

With the help of the fierce strange force, Zhiyao's feet began to leave the ground, but this time he was not fighting alone. As soon as his feet left the ground, Xiao Wuhui had quickly come to Zhiyao's side, and then jumped onto Wuhui. One hand grabbed Wuhui's hair tightly, and the other hand scratched Wuhui's face, and his fingertips went directly to Wuhui's eyes.

Of course, Wuhui could guess that her clone would definitely help, but because her vision was blocked by Zhiyao's body, she failed to take precautions in time and was caught off guard by little Wuhui. She subconsciously closed her eyes, grabbed little Wuhui's hair with her free hand, and suddenly exerted force to throw little Wuhui to the ground.

Taking advantage of Wuhui's interruption, Zhiyao twisted his wrist and pressed the blade against hers. Wuhui felt as if her skin were being pressed against a red-hot piece of metal, and she instinctively loosened her grip in the excruciating pain. Zhiyao seized the opportunity to swing the blade at the evil spirit's arm that was strangling her neck. Like a scalding knife cutting butter, the evil spirit's arm was severed in two, and the severed arm and its body twisted in agony. Noticing that Wuhui hadn't recovered from the pain, Zhiyao thrust the blade straight into the evil spirit's neck. Then, grasping the handle with both hands, he swung it sideways, successfully removing the evil spirit from Wuhui's body.