A person is in Type-Moon, goes out, and then picks up an Outer God girl?

"Yang Yuhuan... or Ketugeya?"

Duanmu Ye muttered to himself as he looked at the jade flute in his hand. His expression did not show the resistance as before. On the contrary, there was some faint expectation at this moment.

But Van Gogh's voice interrupted Duanmu Ye's thoughts at this moment, and even on the basis of being interrupted, Duanmu Ye suddenly realized some changes.

“But…but…Duanmu, do you smell something that’s not very good?”

Suddenly, a burning smell hit my nose. Following the smell, I saw that the quilt on my body had a little bit of abnormal carbonization. There seemed to be an invisible flame burning in it, burning in the position of my lower body...

Pipa, Flame, and Sun: Chapter 1945: Forced out, and then arriving at the Holy Grail War of ?

The flames were burning, but Van Gogh did not see that the flames were burning on his body, through the heavy winter quilt...

"Van Gogh! Van Gogh! Go get some water!"

It is naturally impossible to ask Van Gogh to create water out of thin air. Now Van Gogh is just a little girl who has lost all her strength and means. Both physically and mentally, she has become an ordinary girl who has only inherited the painting skills from Vincent van Gogh.

Of course, Duanmu Ye did not rule out the possibility that Van Gogh's appearance might be his own schizophrenic fantasy. After all, he was contaminated by the power of the alien gods, and madness or schizophrenia were more or less the mildest symptoms. It was absolutely lucky that he still maintained his original human form.

Therefore, Duanmu Ye did not care how Van Gogh returned. After all, she said to him, "Can you still take her in?" No matter whether she was a fantasy or something else, when she said that to him, he had no reason to refuse.

Unless... she is Nyar Latotep transformed...

Van Gogh ran out in a hurry, and with all his strength, he fetched a basin of water from the bathroom and poured it on the changed quilt, but the burning flame did not go out. In fact, in Duanmu Ye's eyes, the water that Van Gogh poured out had evaporated when it came into contact with the invisible flame, and only the area outside the flame was wet.

Realizing that the flame was not normal, Duanmu Ye immediately shrank down from the bed, but the flame on his lower body had almost become solid, completely covering his lower body, but Van Gogh seemed unable to see such a flame.

What happened?

Duanmu Ye was stunned. Perhaps because he had once been inhabited by Ketugeya, such flames were nothing to him. Even the pajamas that separated it from his body were not burned by him. However, only his personal belongings were not damaged, that was all...

Looking at the bedding that was gradually carbonizing, the rising flames made Van Gogh's forehead sweat a few more beads, but she did not speak. Instead, she looked around in panic, trying to find the cause of the problem from her side.

Knowing this, Duanmu Ye immediately picked up Van Gogh who was sitting on the ground. However, considering the abnormal fire burning in his lower body at the moment, Duanmu Ye lifted Van Gogh up in an almost funny posture, and hung Van Gogh at an arm's length away from him with his fully outstretched arms.

However, before Duanmu Ye could start to evacuate, the flames began to spread towards the upper body, as if there was some kind of living or spiritual spirit. The spreading flames kept changing their positions, from the original upward spread to the reality of spreading all towards the position of the arm holding Van Gogh.

This scene made Duanmu Ye grit his teeth. He couldn't use the power of the Explosive Ktugeya to control the flames attached to his body. Doing so would undoubtedly completely burn the entire house that he had worked so hard to clean up. Without the protection of the "Yellow House", this gray house would ultimately be just an ordinary two-story apartment...

"Van Gogh, close your eyes! No matter what happens, don't open them!"

Duanmu Ye gritted his teeth, his face not looking good, because he probably guessed what this fire that was attached to his body but did not hurt him was.

Rather than saying that they are an invisible flame, it is better to say that they are actually a ball of gas or spirit that cannot be easily observed. Their wisdom has long been attached to others by Cthugha, absorbing their energy. While it looks like they are spontaneously combusting, they will also obtain all the memories and wisdom of those victims, further growing their own wisdom.

"Fire Spirits"... these live alongside Cthugha in the star Fomalhaut. When Cthugha is summoned, they too will respond to the summons, often arriving with Cthugha.

They are invisible and untouchable, their insidiousness and cunning growing steadily as they absorb the memories and wisdom of their victims. Compared to Cthugha, who annihilates the earth upon his appearance, the existence of the Fire Spirits serves as a reminder to mankind, a warning of the approaching doom...

But why do they appear here and on my body?

Is it really because I used the power of Cthugha and didn’t take it back?

Carefully recalling every occasion involving Cthugha a few days ago, the only time he truly summoned the Fire Spirits was when he faced Iskandar, using them to deplete Iskandar's massive army...

Duanmu Ye didn't think that he didn't take them back after dealing with Iskandar, but at this moment, they appeared on his body, and it seemed that they did not come from himself, but from an external individual.

Could it be that......

As Duanmu Ye carefully walked sideways across the room, he looked at the purple jade flute hanging diagonally around his waist, the only thing that was not touched by the flames. An answer that was a little hard for Duanmu Ye to accept emerged in his mind.

It won’t be the same as that time, when I open the door, replicating Lao Fan’s appearance. Yang Yuhuan won’t just stand outside the door like that, right?

A headache... a headache that I can't help...

Even so, Duanmu Ye did not mourn for his room that had been occupied by the fire spirit for a moment. Instead, he walked downstairs the moment he took Van Gogh out of the room.

"Ah, my painting!"

Van Gogh's sudden voice made Duanmu Ye glance at Van Gogh's studio with the corner of his eye before leaving. There was also a considerable amount of fire spirit in there that was constantly wreaking havoc, constantly devouring Van Gogh's new works that recorded his daily life in the form of paintings in the past few days.

Although it is a modern product, it is also an authentic work. Van Gogh wanted to take his paintings to the street to sell them more than once, but Duanmu Ye rejected the idea because he thought it might be more appropriate to open a house boat in the future rather than selling them on the street. He kept the dozens of works that he could create every day in Van Gogh's studio.

However, at this moment, the studio that stored countless "original works" of Van Gogh was tragically devoured by the fire spirits. Just a simple glance around showed that many paintings had turned into rolled-up black ashes.

Van Gogh, who also witnessed this scene, had tears in his eyes. It was not clear whether he was sad about the paintings she could create anytime and anywhere, or because he was smoked by the invisible flames. In short, tears were constantly welling up in Van Gogh's eyes at this moment, but Duanmu Ye did not give Van Gogh the chance to save those paintings.

"There's no time, Van Gogh, close your eyes!"

The fire essence can spread to any part of the body. If his body had not once been hosted by Ketugeya, Duanmu Ye imagined that the fire essence would have already spread all over his body...

The disobedient Van Gogh closed her eyes in heartache. Although her paintings weren't of great artistic value, she preferred to use them to record the events of the day that she considered most meaningful, rather than writing in a diary. The paintings that were being burned were the beautiful memories she had accumulated over the past few days...

Therefore, at this moment, Van Gogh closed his eyes and silently swore in his heart that he would make the guy who caused all this pay the price!

No matter if it was those messy gods or the magician who came from nowhere, she would teach the culprit who destroyed her beautiful memories a lesson!

But the next moment, Van Gogh felt his body being placed on the other side, as if exchanging an object, from one hand to the other. Although he was holding Duanmu Ye very carefully, Van Gogh could still feel the uncomfortable feeling of floating in the air...

At the same time, Duanmu Ye couldn't help but feel fortunate that Van Gogh's body was much lighter than that of an ordinary girl. Although she was a little heavier than when she first came here, after all, no matter how much weight Van Gogh gained with her malnourished body, she would still be lighter than an ordinary girl in such a short time.

The action of transferring Van Gogh from one hand to the other was extremely funny, but it seemed that it was because of the exercise in the dream. For some reason, Duanmu Ye always felt that his physical fitness now seemed to be better than before he got up.

Although it is not much higher, at least he can go down the stairs while exchanging Van Gogh in his hands, and he will not slip and fall because of unstable lower body.

And the fact was indeed just as Duanmu Ye guessed. The target of the Fire Spirit changed from herself to Van Gogh from the moment she mentioned Van Gogh. It seemed that her memory and wisdom were more attractive to the Fire Spirit, which had already evolved into an intelligent creature. They all spread upwards while locking onto Van Gogh's position.

Although the act of exchanging back and forth is extremely ridiculous, this method is extremely practical. The fire spirits, whose spreading speed has been suppressed by themselves, find it even more difficult to concentrate on touching the hand holding Van Gogh.

As he stepped down the last step, Duanmu Ye looked back and saw flames falling everywhere he passed. Even the place where he came out from the second floor had developed into an uncontrollable raging fire.

Such a scene was undoubtedly a huge blow to someone who had just cleaned up the house with great difficulty. Duanmu Ye, who was only a few steps away from the exit door, did not choose to escape immediately. Instead, he walked quickly towards the leading to the courtyard, wanting to leave the house through the side door.

However, the next moment after Van Gogh was thrown onto the soft grass outside, Duanmu Ye, who wanted to evacuate with him, was engulfed by the sudden fire. As if he was pulled back into the room by the flames involuntarily, a long piano sound came into his ears through the crack of the entrance door.

The entrance door was the only part of the house that was not engulfed by the flames. The scorching heat did not cause any substantial sensation to Duanmu Ye, who had long since become a non-human being. However, the sight of the entire house being carbonized, shrunk, and destroyed by the flames still forced him to walk towards the entrance.

Duanmu Ye put his hand on the door handle and bit his lower lip lightly. The slight pain brought him some clarity in the flames. He kept giving himself self-suggestions in his mind to avoid the next scene that would make him faint on the spot.

Judging from the current flames, even if it was really Yang Yuhuan who pushed open the door, it was definitely not the Yang Yuhuan who was committed to being the childhood sweetheart next door, but the more terrifying and domineering Yang Guifei Ketugeya...

At this moment, Duanmu Ye suddenly missed the first time he met Van Gogh. Such a peaceful meeting was much more acceptable to Duanmu Ye than causing such a commotion.

But now that things have come to this, just like Schrödinger's cat, if this door is not opened, who knows whether it will be Yang Yuhuan or Ketuguya who will appear behind it...

As the doorknob turned from the inside, the crisp sound of the door opening drowned out the sound of the burning flames behind him. As the door was opened, the scene in front of him was no longer the familiar street, but a scene full of low-rise buildings in the Showa style. However, compared to the changing style of the surroundings, Duanmu Ye's eyes were fixed on the girl holding the pipa in front of him.

She did not appear in front of him with the gorgeous posture of a concubine, but appeared in front of him with clothes similar to those in her childhood. On her face, there was a faint smile, which made all the flowers, plants and trees around her sway.

But all Duanmu Ye could respond with was cautious silence...

After a long time, Van Gogh crawled out from the grass beside her. Duanmu Ye heard her speak in an extremely trembling voice on her slightly panicked and frightened face.

"Duan...Duanmu...Everything around me has changed...Where is this place..."

Van Gogh's crying voice was out of tune with the silence at the moment, but when Duanmu Ye withdrew his gaze from Van Gogh and looked at Yang Yuhuan again, the latter took the lead and spoke with a smile.

"Excuse me, are you my Master?"

The melodious sound of the piano was gently plucked by the words. In Tokyo in 1945, Duanmu Ye realized that he could travel not only to another world, but also to the past of another world, and perhaps even to the future...

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 3: Yang Yuhuan Ketuguya? This one's a heavyweight!

All time travel happens with foreshadowing, just like an unpredictable dream. Duanmu Ye never knows whether the next time he opens the door, what will appear before his eyes will be the daily routine he has long been accustomed to, or a sudden change of time and space.

The style full of Showa flavor has already caught the eye through Yang Yuhuan's background. Although for some reason there is no pedestrian to be seen on such a brightly lit street, everything around has announced to Duanmu Ye that he has left Dongmu in 1994. Except for the gold bars obtained from Tosaka Tokiomi, the even larger amount of yen that occupies the most important position in the entire suitcase has lost its effective purchasing power.

"Excuse me, are you my Master?"

As if noticing Duanmu Ye's daze, the girl standing not far from the door asked again in a low voice.

The clear and pleasant sound is mixed with the gentle sound of the strings plucked inadvertently, and everything around seems to become lively in such a call.

"You got the wrong person, it's not me!"

With a glimmer of hope in his heart, Duanmu Ye quickly walked up to Van Gogh, picked her up and spoke, then brought her into the house at the fastest speed he could at the moment and closed the door.

Duanmu Ye, leaning against the door, kept taking deep breaths. Although Yang Yuhuan appeared at this moment in the posture of a young girl, which was the same state of the first spiritual base as when she first met Van Gogh, the oppressive feeling she brought to Duanmu Ye was completely opposite to the feeling when he met Van Gogh.

The innate purity and the feeling of Seqing that she unconsciously exuded were so strange that Duanmu Ye could not confirm what the girl behind the door was thinking by appearing here, just as he could confirm Van Gogh's harmlessness.

Moreover, Duanmu Ye did know of a Holy Grail War that took place during the Showa period and was extremely suitable for Yang Yuhuan to appear...

But as someone who had participated in the Fourth Holy Grail War, Duanmu Ye could almost confirm that the Holy Grail War that took place in 1994, 60 years after 1934, on the eve of World War II, was familiar to him. It was the Third Holy Grail War that was caused by the contamination of the Holy Grail due to the appearance of Angra Mainyu.

Only such a conclusion can conform to the rule that it takes 60 years for the Holy Grail to descend and replenish the earth's magic power, and then the war for the Holy Grail can be launched.

But that Third Holy Grail War obviously wouldn't align with the opportunity for Yang Yuhuan to appear right now. Only a lesser-known sub-species of the Holy Grail War, ten years later, called "The Imperial Capital Holy Grail Tales," a remake of a manga that hadn't been updated before Duanmu Ye's time travel, could possibly be chosen as the stage for Yang Yuhuan's appearance...

But the problem was this. He didn't think that the Fuyuki he was in was a world that carried such an abnormal subspecies Holy Grail War experience. There was only one answer that could explain this...

That is, the time and space he is in now and the time and space he was in just now are two completely different dimensions. One is the time and space in which the Einzbern family summoned Angra Mainnu to experience the Third Holy Grail War, and the other is simply the Japanese right-wing's "roundabout way to save the country" plan carried out in Tokyo.

The Japanese right-wingers who vainly attempted to change the outcome of their defeat by using the Holy Grail, a "universal wishing machine" that could grant wishes, had some influence. Although Duanmu Ye was actually happy to disrupt their daydreaming, the power of the Outer Gods was ultimately a double-edged sword. Van Gogh's Hastur, Usum, and Cthulhu were actually not so bad...

But the Cthugha in Yang Yuhuan's body could really cause the entire world to be engulfed in fire due to uncontrollable reasons, just like what happened to her house just now. No matter what it was, it would be burned to ashes by the flames of Cthugha.

and many more?

Duanmu Ye thought so in his heart and looked at the interior of the house. The objects that had been swallowed by the fire spirit and burned to ashes were miraculously restored to their original state. Even Van Gogh, who rushed into the studio on the second floor at the first moment, showed a very surprised expression after confirming that no damage had occurred inside.

Witnessing all this, Duanmu Ye vaguely sensed something, but he was not sure whether it was really because of the displacement of space that the destruction returned to the starting point, or whether it was the appearance of Yang Yuhuan that recalled the fire essence and restored it to its original appearance. At this moment, Duanmu Ye still did not intend to open the door to Kyoto behind him.

"Duan...Duanmu...your back..."

As Van Gogh looked down in horror from the stairs on the second floor, Duanmu Ye turned around after hearing this and immediately left the door behind him.

However, when he finally pulled his right hand away, it was still stained with a hint of blue flame, which did not spread upwards. At the same time, a sharp pain came from the back of his hand.

Then, the flame went out, and a peony with three petals appeared on the back of his hand. It was the style of the Command Seal that Duanmu Ye was very familiar with, and it was the style of the Command Seal that belonged to Yang Yuhuan alone.

However, what Van Gogh really wanted to remind people was not his right hand burned by the blue flame, but the tightly closed door that was burning with the same blue flame at this moment, until the entire door and door frame were swallowed up in the flame and completely disappeared. Yang Yuhuan's squinting eyes and smiling face also reappeared in his sight at this moment.

"It seems my Master isn't here... Then let me ask you another question..."

Yang Yuhuan always had a smile on her face. It wasn't a fake smile that had been honed to perfection, but a genuine smile that came from the heart. It was a smile that could make anyone who saw it smile along with them...

However, Duanmu Ye couldn't laugh, and even if he did, it would be a very ugly bitter smile.

After all, the more Yang Yuhuan displayed such indescribable behavior and the more she exuded such an unspeakable aura, the more he could be sure that the Yang Yuhuan in front of him was definitely not an obedient character like Van Gogh, and it was even more impossible that she was a Foreigner Yang Yuhuan with the first spiritual foundation. Although she was possessed, her possession was diluted to the point that it could be ignored!

Therefore, when such suspicions were deepening, Yang Yuhuan deliberately paused and opened her eyes, revealing a gaze that seemed to be filled with countless flames.

"Have you... seen my flute?"

So that's why?!

Duanmu Ye's heart skipped a beat. The fear of facing the Outer Gods suddenly appeared in his heart for the first time. Even when facing Nyar Latotep and Yog-Sothoth, Duanmu Ye did not feel such palpitations.

After all, for Nyar-Latotep, he would only choose to destroy a civilization if destroying the world could bring him pleasure, but otherwise, he would not choose such a thing. Instead, he would focus on playing with the fate of intelligent life forms, deceiving and teasing them into their own destruction.

But for Yog-Sothoth, destroying a civilization or a world has no meaning to him. His existence is the existence of all things. To humans like himself, he is a god of a higher dimension, just like to ants whose self-awareness is two-dimensional. Humans in three dimensions do not care about the life or death of ants, nor will they deliberately destroy their nests.

Unless you're really bored...

Therefore, although the three gods of Cthulhu Mythos have the ability to instantly reduce a person's SAN value to zero, fortunately, he had made sufficient mental preparations in advance. Fortunately, the way they appeared in front of him was not their original appearance, but they appeared with the help of other images that Duanmu Ye was familiar with, so he did not lose any SAN value.

But Yang Yuhuan at this moment was different from all the times before. The ball of fire that looked like a pupil clearly explained to Duanmu Ye that it was the appearance after Ktugeya completely occupied Yang Yuhuan's body. Even in such an exchange, Duanmu Ye had almost no time to prepare himself mentally. The pressure from Ktugeya was immediately transmitted from Yang Yuhuan to him.

There was no option of retreat in silence. Under the intimidation from Yang Yuhuan, or rather Ketugeya, Duanmu Ye took out the purple jade dragon flute on his waist and handed it to Yang Yuhuan in front of him.

"What's yours, I'll give it back to you."

Unlike Van Gogh's state, the attitude displayed by Yang Yuhuan at this moment made it difficult for Duanmu Ye to make concessions. Just as he could not tolerate Nyar Ratotep moving in front of him in the image of Nyarzi, he could not accept a living foreign god staying by his side.

However, as the purple jade dragon flute in the center of her palm emitted a faint purple light, Yang Yuhuan just chuckled and did not take such a thing.

"I haven't finished yet~ Are you in such a hurry?"

Although she was in the posture of a young girl, she exuded the aura of a noble concubine. Her words were filled with a captivating tone that gave Duanmu Ye goosebumps.

But before he could speak, Yang Yuhuan, who was holding a pipa that was almost the same size as herself, raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and while taking light steps, she seemed to reach out and take the flute in her palm.

Duanmu Ye, who was watching all this, did not take any action, but in his heart he kept praying that this ancestor could leave Yang Yuhuan's body as soon as possible. He would be happy even if he ran into his body. After all, the uncontrollability of someone else's body is more difficult to estimate than that in his own body.

The white fingers were raised in Duanmu Ye's eyes, but compared with Van Gogh's extremely slender skeleton, Yang Yuhuan's hands were obviously rounder and more elastic.

Just as her hand was about to touch the purple jade dragon flute in her palm, Yang Yuhuan's fingertips gently slid across the purple jade dragon flute, along her arm and onto her shoulder.

A kind of hot emotion aroused made Duanmu Ye's face gradually turn slightly red, but he still maintained his original attitude and was unmoved by Yang Yuhuan's provocation.

Feeling the warmth coming from her side, Duanmu Ye, who was trying to use her body to block Yang Yuhuan, ultimately ignored the fact that she could control the essence of fire and use it to create a path for her to pass through.

Yang Yuhuan, who was only one step away from passing through the human-shaped cave and entering the room, stopped at this moment and looked sideways at Duanmu Ye who was not looking at her.