bookbashuk Chapter 825: The Second Reincarnation (5)
Chapter 825: The Second Reincarnation (5)
It's again.
【A plum blossom twice, a plum blossom three times. 】
Three times, three times. Three times in total.
[As far as the plot is concerned, our protagonist and Paimon have definitely gone through more than three cycles.]
[Playing this way, I can't help but think of the loser eating dust.]
[This little hut again, why don't we just set up a save point here?]
【Reenactment of the Festival.jpg】
【Re-enactment of the true festival.】
"(Yawn) - I'm so tired... I feel like I have no energy at all. But I remember I slept for quite a while, so why am I still so sleepy?"
Paimon rubbed his eyes sleepily and yawned softly, with a hint of laziness and confusion in his voice.
She shook her head as if to shake off her tiredness, then forced herself to be energetic and said in a pretentiously cheerful tone:
"Never mind! Let's go meet up with Dina Zedai first!"
Ying, standing beside her, frowned slightly, rubbed her temples, and tried to hold up her heavy eyelids before nodding. She looked equally exhausted, but she continued to stride forward with determination.
The two walked out of the room side by side, picked up Iya who was guarding the flower bed, and then went to the agreed place together.
When they saw Dina Zedai, their hearts sank.
The Dina Zedai in front of him was in an extremely unusual condition.
It's not just about being tired or depressed—
Her expression was dazed and her eyes were empty, as if part of her soul had been taken away. She was like a walking shell, having almost completely lost her former gentleness and wisdom.
That look no longer seemed like her.
Ying quietly watched the scene of Paimon and Dina Zedai talking, and suddenly an indescribable sense of familiarity surged in her heart.
It felt like I had experienced this scene countless times deep in my distant memory.
The scene, the atmosphere, even the smell in the air—they were all so similar, yet she couldn't trace the source. The overwhelming sense of déjà vu overwhelmed her like a tide, momentarily losing her focus.
When she came to her senses, she found herself walking through a bustling market without realizing it.
She chatted and laughed with Ganyu and Yuanxi in the Eight Immortals Table booth area, and also listened to Leila's whispered prophecies in the divination area.
At this moment, she was standing in front of the candy stand of "Flower Knight", with Shinobu Kuki and Ichito Arataki standing beside her.
Everyone was choosing Yalda candy with great interest.
Iya, whose luck was usually miraculous, unexpectedly failed this time and failed to choose the flavor that Paimon had been dreaming of. Paimon pouted in disappointment, causing everyone around him to laugh.
And at this moment, the sense of vision in Ying's body suddenly reached its peak, as if an invisible thread was pulling her consciousness.
She took a step forward involuntarily, her lips slightly parted.
[High-energy warning ahead.]
[High-energy warning ahead.]
[High-energy warning ahead! ]
(Player perspective dialogue options:)
(1. Number 4.)
(2. Number 4.)
(3. Number 4.)
(4. Number 4.)
(5. Number 4.)
"I choose number four."
Two voices sounded almost at the same time, one after the other, but overlapping like echoes.
Ying suddenly turned her head and her eyes met Jiuqi Shinobu's.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still.
Without words, just a glance, they understood each other - this was no accident.
They had all seen this moment before.
The sense of familiarity deeply rooted in the soul is the trace left quietly by fate.
Deep in each other's pupils, there was the same shock and certainty: this scene had already happened.
The stall owner was completely oblivious, still smiling as he opened the number four candy jar and congratulated cheerfully:
"Oh? So decisive, without hesitation? So confident! Congratulations! Can number four contains the Sunset Fruit flavored candy, as brilliant as the sunset."
Before he finished speaking, as if pulled by some mysterious force, a series of memories of the past slowly unfolded before the eyes of Ying and Jiuqi Shinobu.
Those flavors hidden deep in my heart surge up with my thoughts and turn into clearly discernible taste marks in my heart.
"Haha, I didn't expect Yiya's good luck to be transferred to you, you are really amazing!"
"Hahaha! Well done, Shinobu! You're worthy of being the vice president of our Chiyosha, and my most trusted right-hand man!"
Paimon and Aratake Ichito cheered for their respective partners without reservation, and their cheers were full of pride and joy.
In this lively moment, Ying suddenly opened her red lips, her voice calm but penetrating the clamor:
"Number one, lizard tail flavor."
Paimon didn't react for a moment and muttered, "Hey, I don't care about other flavors..."
Jiuqi Shinobu immediately continued in a calm tone: "Number two, it's spicy fruit flavor."
Arataki Ichito's eyes widened in surprise. "Hey? Are you guys playing the 'Guess the Candy Flavor' game? That's so fun! How about counting me in?"
"Number three, it's violet melon flavor."
"Number seven, it's the flavor of the mites."
"Number 11, tastes like cement."
[When the options came out, I felt a tingling sensation all over my body. It was truly terrifying.]
【It frightened me, Peter. 】
【The atmosphere here is really good.】
[Breaking the fourth wall, we as players don't know the taste of these candy jars, but the protagonist and A Ninja know...]
[Even Paimon wasn't surprised, but simply said she wasn't interested...even she's starting to get used to it.]
[It has formed a compulsory physical memory, which is already at a level that cannot be deceived.]
Ying and Jiuqi Shinobu had a perfect understanding of each other. Their questions and answers were like a precise and accurate melody played together, and they described all the flavors hidden in the twelve sugar jars on the stall without any omission.
The stall owner was dumbfounded, the sugar jar in his hand trembling slightly, and his voice almost lost its rhythm: "All... all correct? This... how is this possible... every flavor you mentioned is exactly the same..."
Paimon also jumped in surprise: "What? They really all got the answers right?!"
Arata Ichito laughed heartily, his voice full of pride and confidence: "My dear friend! Shinobi! You two have been kissed by the God of Luck today! This guess is ridiculously accurate, it's simply amazing!"
However, the stall owner's expression had turned from shock to disbelief. He muttered to himself, a hint of awe in his tone:
"This can't be just luck... It's totally inexplicable... These candy jars were sealed by me this morning and have never been opened. No one could have known the contents in advance..."
He stared at the two of them, his eyes flashing with confusion and suspicion:
"Could it be... mind reading? Or clairvoyance? Or some kind of secret technique I've never heard of? These two guests are definitely not ordinary people..."
Paimeng turned to look at Ying, his voice a little timid:
"Hey, explain yourself... Where did you get these super powers? Ying? Shinobi?"
Her questioning came to an abrupt end.
Because she suddenly discovered that Ying and Jiuqi Shinobu turned their heads at the same moment, their eyes both looking towards a quiet corner in the distance.
She followed their gaze and her pupils suddenly dilated.
A girl in a pure white dress and with snow-white hair stood quietly, her eyes one red and one green, as if containing the secrets of nature.
Although it was their first meeting, a whisper seemed to echo in Paimon's heart, and he instantly recognized her identity——
The Demon of Grass, the Little Auspicious Grass King, Nashida.
【Your little cutie suddenly appears. 】
[I was actually scared by badminton here~]
[Badminton... there's no going back. ]
[There is a badminton here ~ hehehe]
My little cutie~
But in the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared like mist and was no longer seen.
Paimon turned around suddenly, looked at Ying and Kuki Shinobu, and said in a trembling voice: "Ying... Shinobu...was that...her?"
Ying and Jiuqi Shinobu looked solemn and nodded slowly, with a hint of deep alertness in their eyes.
Arata Ichito also stopped laughing and said solemnly, "Do you want to go over and take a look?"
——Obviously, Arataki Ichito also sensed that fleeting divine aura.
Everyone immediately chased after him, their footsteps echoing in the silent air.
Chasing that familiar, looming figure.
Finally, their steps came to an abrupt halt, and they stopped in front of an old and exquisite birdcage.
Imprisoned in a cage is a dusky bird, its wings radiant yet dull, as if bound by invisible shackles. It curls up quietly in a corner, its eyes shrouded in indomitable spirit and sorrow.
The bird in a cage is an ancient and heavy image, symbolizing the trapped soul and repressed desire.
But at this moment, who exactly does this "bird in a cage" refer to?
Is it the dusky bird imprisoned in the golden cage in front of you?
Or the people standing in front of the cage and staring at it?
Or is it the entire Xumi City that is shrouded in fog and covered by lies woven by fate?
Everyone stood in front of the cage and slowly looked back.
The familiar figure was standing quietly at the corner, the moonlight outlining her hazy outline, and she waved to them gently, as if it was a call from the depths of her memory.
Everyone chased after him again without hesitation.
Just as they turned and ran towards the figure, the birdcage behind them quietly dissipated, drifting away like sand in the wind, and the dusk bird disappeared without a trace.
The time has come for the caged bird to finally try to break free from its shackles and fly towards the unknown dawn.
Finally, they caught up with the figure.
"..."
She still had her back to them, silent as a mystery, not saying a word.
As everyone got closer, the space around them began to distort and tremble, as if the curtain of reality was slowly being torn open.
The light and shadows were disordered, and the air was rippling with strange waves.
Suddenly, several figures appeared out of thin air on the bed beside them. They lay quietly, their faces as pale as paper, their breathing weak, and their expressions revealed an indescribable weakness and fatigue.
Beside the bed, there were three other figures standing tall, trying their best to rescue him.
One person's eyes were tightly closed, and a mysterious air of pink and purple swirled around him, like a dream, as if maintaining an ancient mysterious power;
A man spreads his blazing wings, crimson flames dance in his palms, and the radiance of life flows like a trickle among the patients, igniting a glimmer of hope;
The other person was surrounded by a biting cold air, calmly regulating the temperature around him, and using the power of ice to suppress the evil spirits rampant in his body.
Paimon recognized the three figures at a glance, and his voice suddenly rose: "Iya? Mingyuan? Ruixi?!"
Then, she glanced across the bed, saw a familiar face, and exclaimed in surprise:
"Ah! And Dina Zedai!"
After recognizing the three old friends he had not seen for a long time, Paimon was even more shocked.
But wasn't Dina Zedai just now chatting with someone at the Flower Knight's booth? How did she appear here in such a short moment? And in such a weak state?
"You were with us just now..."
Ying whispered softly, her voice as light as a fallen leaf falling into the silence of late autumn.
Paimon held his head, his face wrinkled, his tone full of confusion and panic: "What is going on? How can there be two Dina Zedai? Is the world starting to go wrong?"
Arataki Ichito scratched his head and naturally made a guess: "Could they be twins? It's normal for them to look exactly the same!"
A nonchalant voice sounded from the side: "Descendant of the ghost tribe, do you only train your muscles and not study?"
Ming Yuan rolled his eyes at Huang Long, his tone revealing undisguised helplessness: "How could twins share the same disease? Especially a disease as fundamental as Demonic Scale Disease?"
After saying that, he rolled his eyes at Aratake Ichido without any hesitation. His movements were so quick and decisive that Paimon laughed secretly.
Ying turned her head, her eyes clear and serious: "Mingyuan, can you explain the current situation?"
Ming Yuan did not answer immediately, but just raised his hand slightly. The coldness around him suddenly intensified, and frost and mist swirled around him, as if even the air was frozen.
He said calmly, "As you can see, Ruixi, Little Phoenix, and I have important matters to attend to. It's more appropriate to leave these trivial truths to 'Idle Man' to explain."
Before he finished speaking, the petite figure who had been facing away from the crowd slowly turned around. She was a seemingly young little girl, but deep in her eyes was the wisdom and vicissitudes of life that transcended time.
She stared at everyone, her voice clear yet carrying undeniable weight: "You should have noticed, right? This isn't your first time participating in the Flower Goddess' Birthday Festival."
Ying and Jiuqi Shinobu exchanged a glance, each reading the same shock in the other's eyes. They nodded simultaneously, their hearts churning with indescribable emotions.
That sudden sense of déjà vu, like fragments of memory suddenly coming together; those inexplicably familiar images that surfaced in my mind; and the deep-seated intimacy and nostalgia that came with facing the person before me...
Everything was silently telling a shocking fact - without them realizing it, they had already participated in this celebration time and time again.
The same plot, the same characters, are played out over and over again, as if trapped in an endless dream.
"You've already deduced the truth," the little girl said softly, "Now, I just need to help you awaken your dormant memories."
She raised her little hand, and a can of knowledge gleaming with bright golden light appeared in her palm, like a container for sealing the stars.
"You guys should be able to use this, right?"
Ying and Paimon nodded immediately. They had learned how to use it from Caesar and even received a valuable backup copy of the knowledge.
Shinobu Kuki nodded calmly. As a leader among the elite of the Inazuma underground organization, she was well-versed in Teyvat's cutting-edge technology, and canned knowledge was no stranger to her.
Only Arataki Ichito was still blinking blankly, with a look of confusion asking "Where am I?"
But he grinned and didn't care: "Hehe, it doesn't matter, anyway, Ah Ren will definitely understand, she will help me with it!"
So, a group of people activated the void terminal and connected their consciousness to the mysterious canned knowledge.
In an instant, countless dusty memories surged forward like a tide, breaking through the barriers of time and blossoming in the depths of their souls—fragments of the past emerged one by one, and the outline of the truth gradually became clear...