Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"It's you, I don't feel too bored to wear so much on a hot day." Reimu is always impatient with the so-called "female power", especially after seeing Wu Ye's expression, her shattered Nian is more full of some unspeakable resentment.

Facing Reimu’s wicked words, Meihong just smiled noncommittal, and said softly, “It’s Huiyin who wants to renovate the temple, so she entrusted me to find some decorative items.”

If history has not entered the corridor of tragedy, then Meihong's flower arrangement should be very good. She has become a Penglai but has become this strange but enviable appearance. Is this also the choice of the world?

"You two... are you going to go back?" Meihong saw the big and small bags in Wu Ye's hand and said with some regret. Perhaps she still wanted to invite the two of them to pick some decorations and send them to Huiyin.

Seeing such a red girl, Wu Ye always felt an indescribable sense of violation.

He hesitated for a moment and asked abruptly: "Meihong, do you...remember Huiye?"

"Huh?" Astonishment flashed across her face, which seemed to be fake, the younger girl frowned slightly, and said in distress, "Hui Ye...Who is it? Sorry, I don't seem to have any impression of this name... "

"..."

Slightly widened his eyes, Wu Ye was silent for a while, and then said apologetically, "Ah, it seems that I accidentally confused whose name, haha."

Then, Wu Ye stepped forward and handed all the things in his hands to Reimu, who was already impatient, and showed her a hearty smile: "Reimu, I suddenly wanted to take a good look at this Gensokyo, so these things I beg you to take it home."

"What?"

This is probably the worst reason Reimeng has ever heard from Wu Ye, no matter from which aspect, he can only tell that he wants to slip away.

It's a pity that before Reimu took off, Wu Ye had already disappeared from her sight like an enclave, leaving her chest up and down, and there was no place to vent her breath.

Fleeing from Reimu's claws far away, Wu didn't think he was showing a successful plan with a smile.

He didn't understand why he was like this. On the one hand, he knew that he didn't belong to this world at all. He didn't belong to this Gensokyo. To them, he was just a malicious stranger.

However, on the other hand, he could not restrain himself completely into the "wuya" of this world. Whether it was talking with Reimu or interacting with other people, it was all from himself. The behavior of the heart.

And now, he desperately wanted to know how different this place was from his world.

Along the route of memory, Wu Ye came to the once lost bamboo forest, which should have been shrouded in grotesque and mystery. Now it has become a lush greenery full of vitality, without the breath of monsters, leaving only fairy tales. Peace.

Walking on the carefully paved gravel road, Wu Ye came to an old mansion, with the word Fujiwara written in square letters on the doorplate.

The eternal pavilion, which was supposed to be Huiye’s residence, was covered by a mansion that was not unfamiliar for the time being. He subconsciously raised his head and looked at the blue sky, Wu Ye’s gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the distant distance. On the back of the rising moon, I saw the Princess of the Moon Capital who had been welcomed back.

Leaving this place that didn't belong to him without saying a word, listening to the performance of the fairies, Wu Ye crossed the Sun Flower Field, crossed the Magic Forest, and climbed the prestigious mountain of monsters.

He saw a scene where monsters and gods are living together peacefully, and the sun goddess, who might have fought endlessly for profit, is sitting and drinking with the leader of Tengu without any pretensions.

From a distance, he saw the maiden of Moriya hurriedly running back and forth at the banquet, noticed himself, and she even extended an invitation to herself from a distance.

Smiling and avoiding Cuixiang who came up to persuade the wine, Wu also walked through Zhongyou Dao and wandered on the banks of the Santuhe River. The god of death back and forth was not curious about why a living person appeared here. After all, work has been pressured. They were out of breath.

There was only one guy who could float down the river leisurely, and Wu also happily stopped Komachi, who was routinely lazy, got on her boat and came to the other shore.

There was no battle that happened a thousand years ago. Hell and the other side were still united together. He thanked Komachi, and Wu Ye quietly concealed his breath and came to the outside of the Straight Hall.

Siji Yingji sat in the hall as always, completing her work meticulously. She was not plagued by the curse named Fate, spotless and so holy.

Leaving quietly, Takeya mist lake walked, bypassing Gensokyo’s strongest ice spirit, and inadvertently revealed Misuzu’s laziness in front of the Red Devil Mansion, and yelled to stop by the way Sakiya who was inspecting inadvertently. The black and white of routine business preparations caused another uproar at the Red Devil Hall.

On the edge of the geyser, I found a fantasy wind cave that changed a lot. After passing through the long cave, the underground boundary that had already become a paradise for ghosts came into view. I occasionally saw the hell raven flying above her head. A carefree day.

After deliberately avoiding the territory of the Kaku family, Takeya finally came to the last stop of his day trip to Gensokyo.

Passing through the Netherworld at the end of the sky and along the long stone ladder, Wu Ye came to the sunny underworld.

Looking at the false clear sky above his head, this may be Yakumo Zi's handwriting. Thinking like this, he declined Yao Meng's kindness to lead him and walked into the Bai Yulou alone.

The huge westward demon is still located in the atrium of Baiyulou, but the malicious entanglement aura no longer exists. In a trance, the sound of gentle footsteps ripples behind him.

Wu also understood. He didn't even need to use any words to know that it wasn't the undead Yuyuko born out of Yuko's thoughts, but the real, after dying as a person, he then became the ghost of the undead. child.

The underworld will not be free from the constraints of the four seasons because of its independence outside Gensokyo. The Baiyulou in summer can even feel the breeze wrapped in heat.

Therefore, the Westward Demon of this season, some of them are just huge bare bodies, but they can't bloom gorgeous flowers.

However, Wu Ye raised his hand to catch a falling cherry blossom.

It was so lonely, so sad, so desperate, even at this point, she still tried to reverse the almost doomed ending.

Wu Ye held the cherry blossoms in his palms and closed his eyes, as if praying. He put his head on the cold body of the Xixing Demon, and the smile that went along the way slowly faded from his face.

Before he knew it, there were already more guys behind him, Reimu with a complicated look, Yuko with hesitation on his face, and

Yakumo Purple.

A folding fan half-hidden his face, only his guarded eyes were exposed.

"Now, how about the joke almost ends here?"

Yakumo Zi stood in front of Reimu and Yuko, half of her body gradually disappeared into the gap, she said in an unquestionable tone: "You, not Wuya, are you?"

"Although I have no plans to hide, it was unexpected for me to be discovered so soon." Wu Ye slowly opened his eyes and placed one hand on the torso of the Xixing Demon.

"We admit that although there is almost no flaw in your breath, there is a fatal flaw in your disguise." As if proud and mocking, Yakumo Shi also said to Wu: "Our Wu is also a love. Clean child, how could it be like you are covered with blood."

"……is it?"

silence.

"Is that so...?"

A scornful and weird laugh came from Wu Ye, and he could no longer restrain the mature devil in his heart.

"Jie, Jie Jie, Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie – —

In the horrified gazes of the three, the Westward Demon, who should have fallen into eternal sleep, slowly came back to life. Under the very exaggeration, it was fascinating like a dancer who broke out of the cage, showing off his strength wantonly. On this stage called the Underworld, it began its thousand-year-old performance.

Chapter 38 Specious

"...I finally understand, what is the function of this prop that once seemed to me meaningless."

That is something that doesn't exist in the trio's cognition, or something that has no special connection with Gensokyo's history.

What Wu Ye held in his hand was the only thing he took away from Adam besides memory and power. Even at the time, he couldn't remember why he threw this thing into the gap.

Liuhua's night vision device.

Once Adam used to avoid staring at himself and put on decorations that were funny and did not even have the slightest practical effect.

Now, Wu Ye put it on his head.

The false blue sky above the head was torn to pieces by the westbound demon with its teeth and dancing claws. The netherworld barrier was broken by the cherry-colored streamer. The surging black mist brought a long suppressed sense of fear, which enveloped the entire sky of Gensokyo. The twisted posture made the whole world tremble.