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

Duanmu Ye's eyes were fixed on Okita Souji, and even when their eyes met, there was no room for retreat.

Souji Okita didn't seem to have anticipated such a question. He was stunned at first, then fell silent as if he was lost in thought. It took him a while to give an answer.

"That's Okita Souji's answer."

After saying that, her figure gradually began to turn into a point of light and rose up, as if some special summoning ritual was calling her to leave, but Duanmu Ye knew that the next time he saw her, it would definitely not be as easy as this.

"Don't worry, if nothing unexpected happens we probably won't see each other again."

As if he could see what the other person was thinking, Okita Souji suddenly spoke, but then he seemed to have thought of something, looked at Yang Yuhuan and the sleeping Van Gogh behind Duanmu Ye, and spoke again.

"But you have to be careful. If a head-on confrontation doesn't work, the next time you face someone, you might not be someone like me, the one rushing to the front lines..."

At this point, Souji Okita's figure had faded to the point where he was almost invisible. Duanmu Ye, who had also fallen into silence, gave his answer before Souji Okita completely disappeared.

"I will."

If they're not the agents of the main battlefield, then they're basically locked onto those two "Emiriyas"...

Although Duanmu Ye felt a little strange about Okita Souji's "betrayal", he still accepted the information and further thanked Okita Souji.

A hint of dawn could be seen in the pale sky. Yang Yuhuan, who had been silent for a long time, seemed to have thought of something and asked Duanmu Ye about the whereabouts of Qianjian Yao.

"She..."

Duanmu Ye was silent for a while, and finally told Yang Yuhuan that she had escaped from the protective fire shield and was taken to the interior of the Holy Grail with him.

But at the same time, Duanmu Ye also asked her and Nüba again.

"Even if the fragments of the Holy Grail exist, they can only serve as the core of the magic power supply. How can we anchor her without the holy relic?"

"Well..."

"Although I don't know what's going on, I think it might be related to these two things?"

Yang Yuhuan, who had responded before Nüba, searched for something in the back. She then pulled out the purple jade dragon flute she had previously kept, along with a Van Gogh-style oil painting, which appeared intact before Duanmu Ye.

Pipa, Flame, and Sun: Chapter 70: A Problem All Time Travelers Face

The afterglow of the morning sun gently scattered down, and the world, as if the mute button had been pressed, began to move again amid the sound of birds singing.

The light shone on her eyes, penetrating her eyelids and reaching the deepest part. Van Gogh frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable. She wanted to avoid the light by turning over, but as she turned to the other side, the burning sensation from the direct sunlight made her tentatively open her eyes.

"Strange...how can there be two suns?"

"..."

Duanmu Ye, who was squatting in front of Van Gogh, fell silent, and Yang Yuhuan, who was standing beside him, also covered her mouth lightly at such words, hiding the smile that she could hardly hold back.

"Duanmu! Lady Yang Guifei! Great, you're all right!"

Van Gogh suddenly woke up and widened his eyes, which kept moving back and forth between Duanmu Ye and Yang Yuhuan in front of him, revealing incomparable excitement.

After all, as someone who witnessed the whole process, Van Gogh could say that she saw with her own eyes that Yang Yuhuan's body fell like a kite with a broken string, and that the things that Nüba had extracted from her body were stuffed into Duanmu Ye's body while she turned around, causing both of them to fall into a coma with their lives uncertain.

Although she was a little panicked at the time, Nüba took the purple jade dragon flute from Yang Yuhuan's body, and under her gaze, she kept muttering something to the purple jade dragon flute, and then gently put it back.

Even though her soul core was taken away, or even "destroyed" and left her body, Yang Yuhuan's body did not disappear along with her body as other Servants did in Van Gogh's memory.

He had no idea what was happening, nor could he understand what was happening. Even when Nüba asked him, "If I remember correctly, you had planned to paint a portrait of Yang Yuhuan from the beginning, right?", Van Gogh still did not react.

After all, in Van Gogh's memory, when he first painted the portrait of Yang Yuhuan, he had not yet regained the divine power, and the painting spontaneously combusted not long after he finished painting. Even though he later recovered it in the imaginary space, it could not conceal the fact that the painting had actually been destroyed.

"How will you know if you don't try? If you keep hiding it, you'll never succeed."

This was the sentence that most impressed Van Gogh among all the words spoken by Nüba. When she took out the burnt portrait of Yang Yuhuan, the content that should have been burned was restored at the same time, as if it had never happened, and appeared intact before his eyes.

It wasn't that Van Gogh didn't trust his memory, but that he trusted it too much, so when he saw the portrait that was supposed to be burned turned back to its original state...

Such things were somewhat magical to Van Gogh.

Of course, although Van Gogh could not quite understand what was happening, and the inexplicable soreness in her body prevented her from thinking too much about random things, the state of her brain being filled with information could not be described in words. She could only nod or shake her head woodenly to respond to the questions of Nüba and Okita Souji who came later, until her consciousness was completely blacked out and she no longer remembered what happened next.

Van Gogh was undoubtedly happy to see Yang Yuhuan and Duanmu Ye appear in front of him again. After all, both Duanmu Ye and Yang Yuhuan were the ones who recognized her existence and were her inseparable family and friends.

However, Van Gogh couldn't help but feel a little confused at this moment.

"Or have we already reached heaven?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Van Gogh felt a burst of pain in his head. The deep and familiar touch made Van Gogh smile foolishly, and Duanmu Ye also sighed at this moment.

Van Gogh was fine, Yang Yuhuan was fine, and Japan was fine. It seemed like a happy ending, but Duanmu Ye couldn't help but feel a little worried at this moment.

As the house he traveled through together, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is his rebirth point, but it is impossible for him to really complete the restart. After all, he has successfully split himself into an identical self. Duanmu Ye no longer dares to imagine what will happen after he tries to restart.

Although he hasn't experienced any major changes yet, Duanmu Ye still feels a little painful that the house he had worked so hard to obtain has become a victim of the Holy Grail War.

But now that things have come to this, I still have to think about how to return to Fuyuki in 1994. Maybe the house in that time and space is still safe and sound...

Therefore, after confirming that Van Gogh was fine, Duanmu Ye, who was taking care of Van Gogh and explaining to her what had happened, walked towards Chicheng Zouzhang, who had already escaped from the brink of death and fell into a deep sleep.

Okita Souji's departure was enough to show that she was very confident in handing these two people over to his care, but Duanmu Ye did not have so much thoughts and ideas about taking care of others. All he wanted was the funnel that caused Akasei Zoujo to travel through time, that is, the magic costume left by Fujimiya Kyuju that contained the ability to go back in time.

He was indeed betting that his abilities were not limited to that one house, but that didn't mean Duanmu Ye wouldn't make a second plan and find another way out for himself.

As if he had noticed something strange in front of him, Fujimiya Jiujiu, who had been taking care of Lan Lanfang on the other side, frowned slightly like Van Gogh before. However, Chicheng Zouzhang continued to snoring when Duanmu Ye stopped.

Fujimiya Kyuju gradually opened his eyes and looked quietly at the face that was cast into shadow under the light. Somehow he couldn't remember what he looked like.

Even in such a completely unprepared situation, she didn't feel the slightest ripple in her heart. Whether it was the vigilance or caution that should have arisen when facing strangers in an unfamiliar environment, for some reason, she felt extremely calm, as if everything was just as it should be...

"The contract...disappeared..."

Fujimiya Jiujiu muttered to herself, her eyes reddened involuntarily, letting the tears continuously slide from the corners of her eyes onto the army green blanket beneath her, making Lan Lanfang beside her anxious.

"Hey hey hey! This is a brand new marching blanket. I can't even bear to use it myself!"

However, Fujimiya Kyuju acted as if he didn't hear anything, and gradually burst into tears after hearing these words.

At this moment, perhaps the immaturity of sixteen years old was quietly reflected in her. Everything that happened in the imperial capital was like an unforgettable nightmare to Fujimiya Jiujiu at this moment. Although she had woken up, she still felt unprecedentedly unreal. Everything around her was so empty and ethereal.

However, for Duanmu Ye, although he could understand Fujimiya Jiujiu's feelings at the moment and was aware of the emotions that were constantly running through her heart, the reason why he saved Fujimiya Jiujiu from the beginning was entirely because of her ability to control time.

Even though the past of the Fujimiya family no longer exists, and Fujimiya Kyuju is only a third-rate magician at this stage, this does not prevent Duanmu Ye from providing her with some "forbidden knowledge". Through her future research on the fact that Akasei Zoujou can be brought to this world that only exists in novels in a way that is like "time reversal", she can create magic in advance that can return to the time and space where he exists.

But it was somewhat inappropriate to discuss these things with Fujimiya Jiujiu now. After all, she couldn't even make magic props smoothly now, no matter how skilled she was. It was even more impossible for her to make such a delicate magic costume when her emotions were so extreme.

The most urgent task at this moment is to wake up Chicheng Zouzhang. Everyone is striving to see the sun tomorrow. He has been sleeping soundly here since the beginning. Although there was a period of time when he was really on the verge of death, this did not prevent him from playing any role in this Holy Grail War.

With this thought in mind, Duanmu Ye left Fujimiya Jiujiu's area, came to Chicheng Zouzhang's head, and took out a handwritten copy of the "R'lyeh Text" from his waist.

Just by opening the book, countless sea water gushed out and poured onto the face of Chi Chengzouzhang, who was sleeping soundly as if nothing had happened, until his entire head was swallowed up.

This action did not last long. The salty smell of the sea water and the huge noise even made Fujimiya Jiujiu, who was crying loudly beside her, tremble. As Akasei Zouji suddenly sat up, she couldn't help but swallow her saliva and could not make any sound.

"Wow! Seawater?! Was I thrown into the river?!"

The young man sat up in shock from his dying illness, but no one responded. In stark contrast to the darkness and firelight in his memory, the quiet and peaceful dawn made him feel a little dreamy.

"Ninety-nine! Great, you're still alive!"

The first sight he had was fixed on Fujimiya Kyuju, and Akasei Zoujou felt relieved, but problems also arose.

"You are here, and I am here... Does that mean we are both dead?"

"Cough cough."

Duanmu Ye coughed lightly, reminding Chicheng Zouzhang to turn his head behind him. After all, this was the second time he had heard such words. Van Gogh could still say a few more words, but Chicheng Zouzhang's words...

Duanmu Ye squatted down and looked at the wet Chi Chengzou Zhang in front of him, his eyes were extremely calm.

"The Holy Grail War has ended. Unfortunately, there is no winner in this Holy Grail War."

It was like a reminder, but more of a warning, warning Akagi Zoujou not to ask about anything related to the Holy Grail War anymore, because such an event was over, there was no winner, and those who were able to survive were already lucky.

Akashichou Zoujo, who did not understand the hidden meaning behind these words, was about to speak when the more mature Fujimiya Kyuju covered his mouth.

It seemed to be a unique sense of blood relationship of the Fujimiya family. Even though they were some distance apart, Fujimiya Kyuju still covered Akasei Zoujo's mouth, preventing him from saying "Caster! How come you died too!"

The stalemate lasted for about a few minutes, and Akasei Zoujo gradually noticed some abnormalities in the crowd. Whether it was the girl with a bun in cheongsam, the Dutch girl in work clothes, the girl with a bun in army green, and a girl who looked like the proprietress of a Chinese restaurant, they were all walking towards the opposite side of him. Akasei Zoujo, who was kneeling on the ground with his mouth covered by Fujimiya Kyuju, blinked, stopped struggling, and knelt on the ground as well.

Duanmu Ye remained silent. Although he didn't like people kneeling in front of him, it wasn't his request for them to do so. And now, even they could only stand. Without any tables or chairs...

"You should stand up and speak..."

Duanmu Ye did not deliberately use Japanese to convey his words at this moment, but it seemed that because both Fujimiya Kyuju and Akasei Zoujo had eaten his flesh and drunk his blood, the language barrier was weakened to an invisible level.

When Fujimiya Jiujiu stood up, there was only gratitude in her eyes towards Duanmu Ye. When she was still under the family rules of the Fujimiya family, once the mission she was assigned failed, there would always be punishment waiting for her. She was already accustomed to such punishments as breaking her legs, kneeling on the ground, and then using magic to rewind.

At this moment, as a loser, she was able to gain the power to speak with her feet. How could she not feel grateful?

Duanmu Ye naturally did not notice Fujimiya Jiujiu's thoughts at the first time. At this moment, his mind was completely focused on Chicheng Zouzhang, trying to find some traces of time travel on him.

“Even if you ask me to describe how I got here… I don’t know…”

"Then tell me what you know!"

Fujimiya Jiujiu punched Akasei Zoujo on the head, and the latter stammered while speaking in pain.

"When I was tidying up my grandmother's room, I accidentally touched an hourglass that didn't leak sand at all. Then I found that everything around me was moving backwards, but I seemed to be undisturbed..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chicheng Zouzhang felt that all the sounds around him were receding. Looking up, both Fujimiya Jiujiu and Duanmu Ye and his group had disappeared without a trace. All that was left was a hazy cloud of smoke, as if there was a dark shadow moving around...

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Emmm, I haven't been in good health recently, I've been coughing all the time. There will be another chapter later. The specific time should be around 12 o'clock. If I'm lucky, it should be published at 11:30.

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 71: If possible, don’t let me fall deeper into the trap

The gray fog spread quietly, and both time and sound seemed particularly slow as the fog gradually spread.

What happened?

Chi Chengzou Zhang really wanted to ask the space around him which should have been full of people, but his soul was constantly warning him that he must not make any sound at this time, and must not make any movement at this time. Even breathing had to be extremely careful and slow.

His intuition told him that the black shadow that kept moving in the fog around him was an existence he absolutely could not afford to offend. If he made any move that would be discovered at this moment, he would definitely be killed!

But, what on earth is going on?!

Sweat continued to bead on Akashichou Zoujo's forehead. To him, whether it was the Holy Grail War or what he was facing at this moment, it was like one incomprehensible disaster after another. Although he was a high school student, he did not want to save the world...

If, after discovering that he had traveled to the story of "The Imperial Capital War Chronicle", he had thought that with the help of the script he could predict the future and treat everything that happened here as a brave adventure game, then at this moment, this fairy-tale fantasy was ruthlessly punctured, dragging himself into the abyss of reality.

But in fact, Akasei Zoujo had long stopped viewing this place as a game or story like a brave adventure. Although it had not been long, as if it happened yesterday, ever since the peerless swordsman Saber Sakura, who he summoned and was supposed to eliminate many Servants along the way, was ruthlessly slaughtered by that Caster, he no longer considered this place to be a world with the same story he knew.

Therefore, he didn't put himself in the protagonist's position. Chi Cheng Zou Zhang naturally didn't think he had any aura of a protagonist who had survived a disaster. At this moment, facing these monsters hidden in the fog around him, he could only think of one thing...

Run away!

But where can I escape to?

At this moment, Chi Chengzouzhang tried his best not to make any sound with his body, and even his breathing became cautious.

He gradually turned his head, and even twisted his body to the side and even behind him, hoping to find a breakthrough point in the fog where no monsters were hiding and escape in one fell swoop.

However, such thoughts were ultimately just thoughts. When Chi Cheng Zou Zhang turned his head and looked around, the thick layers of fog had already covered his surroundings in 360 degrees. The only things that were not covered were the skylight above his head and the thick soil under his feet...

Whether it was ascending to the sky or escaping underground, Chi Chengzou Zhang, who had never been exposed to magic, could not do any of them, not to mention that such things required daily practice and were something that only a first-class magician could do.

No matter what method he tried, the result was always "it doesn't work", which made Chi Chengzou Zhang feel a little overwhelmed.

The fluctuation of the heartstrings is like a jar of fine wine buried deep underground. No matter how well it is hidden, it will still emit some mellow aroma, attracting guests to come.

At this moment, no matter how much Chi Cheng Zou Zhang lowered his voice, the sound of his joints twisting exposed his presence at this moment, and the figure that kept swaying in the fog also stopped moving at the extremely clear sound of the joints.

Chi Cheng Zou Zhang was certain that those paused black shadows were looking at him at this moment. Even though there were only black shadows in the smoke in his eyes, he could clearly realize that those black shadows were all looking at him. The bloodthirstiness like a hunter spotting its prey made Chi Cheng Zou Zhang shudder at this moment.

Then, the rustling sound coming from the ears was no longer the hallucination as before. It became clearer and more frightening, like the heavy breathing of some large animal, but it seemed to be mixed with the particularly obvious sound of sharp claws tearing something.

Immediately, realizing that he had exposed himself, Chi Cheng Zou Zhang saw it all around him. He saw that the void in front of him was being torn apart by some kind of "claws" that looked like sharp claws, but he couldn't tell what they were. From this, emerged some kind of "materialized creature" whose form was even more difficult to describe with words...

Chi Cheng Zou Zhang's eyes were wide open. The curiosity that seemed to emerge for some reason, like courage, drove him to use his eyes to identify and see clearly the creatures crawling out of the fog. He should have escaped at the first moment, but he froze in place because of his uncontrollable curiosity.

The wolf-like creature had several pairs of eyes flashing with cold light, and its jaws were opened and closed in an interlaced manner, forming an unknown and terrifying creature that was almost beyond human common sense. Even Chicheng Zouzhang, who had watched countless horror movies known as the world's scariest in the 21st century, could not help but become extremely stiff under the impact of such a scene.

So much so that when Chi Chengzou Zhang realized that he needed to escape, the hounds that crawled out of the void had already pounced towards him and surrounded him.

However, time seemed to have stopped. Chi Chengzou Zhang, who was holding his head and covering his face, did not wait for the inhumane biting and tearing. The coldness around his body was instantly dispelled by the sudden high temperature.

Looking up, he saw that the monsters that pounced on him were all twisting their bodies in the red flames. Even if they tried their best to put out the flames on their bodies, it was of no use until they were completely swallowed by the flames. Under the burning of the flames, they curled up into a black shadow and disappeared in the flames. The flame that broke through the layer of fog then slowly went out.

Along with the flames, the figures of Fujimiya Jiujiu, Duanmu Ye and others also appeared. Chicheng Zouzhang, who had just experienced a life-and-death ordeal, couldn't help but feel his legs go weak and he knelt on the ground again, his hands hanging limply, as if he had used up all his strength.

Compared to Fujimiya Jiujiu who protected Chicheng Zouzhang at the first moment, Duanmu Ye's reaction seemed extremely calm.