[Comprehensive] The world is being reset

"Quick, stop it!"

"Can't let it go in..."

"Sir, be careful!"

The ghost wrapped in black smoke tore through layers of barriers, and rushed towards the inner room as if guided by something.The person dressed as an onmyoji panicked and threw all kinds of spells that shone with pale golden light, but only blocked the monster's footsteps for a moment.

The wooden and paper sliding doors were smashed to pieces, and amidst the splashes of sawdust, the head of a ferocious monster emerged from the center of the torn landscape.The rancid smell of a monster was poured in along with the wind behind it.

The monster's eyes lingered in the spacious room for a while, and immediately locked on to the person he was looking for. He opened his mouth and roared in a muffled voice. One paw stepped on the paper door and stuck in, with a mountain of black fog all over his body. He rushed in like a tsunami.

However, its majesty only swaggered for a few seconds.The cold sword light was lifted from bottom to top, and a thin figure followed closely behind and passed by the monster.

"Ow..."

The turbid roar broke the line in mid-air, and when the leaders of the Onmyojis of the Huakaiyuan family rushed over nervously, what they saw was the huge monster that lost its strength and fell to the ground.Strange-colored blood was scattered all over the floor, and the monster's head left its body and rolled to the side.

Huakaiyuan Shiguang heaved a sigh of relief, looked at the young man who slowly returned the dagger into the scabbard, "Mr. Yaoyan, thank you very much."

"The general is with Princess Sakurahime, and it is my responsibility to protect her."

Yaken Toshiro nodded calmly.

Because I had dealt with him quite a lot during this period, Huakaiyuan Shiguang stopped being polite to him. After thanking him sincerely, he turned around and began to direct the subsequent Onmyojis to move this huge corpse out.

Yaken Toshiro lowered his head slightly, the strange color of blood covered half of the wooden floor, the ferocious head of the monster rolled beside him, and the eyes the size of glass beads stared at him intently, as if he was dying.

"Yaoyan-jun, what's the matter, did you find anything?"

Huakaiyuan just turned around and saw him staring at the ground thinking about something, and asked doubtfully.The black-haired Fu Sangshen came back to his senses, shook his head slightly, and said hesitantly, "No, I just think...there are more and more monsters coming to attack recently?"

I hadn't thought of this question before, but once it was brought up by Yaken Toshiro, Hikaru Kakaiin almost realized at the same time that the frequency of recent attacks was indeed too high.

"There are still a large number of people who have been stopped outside. There are too many people to accidentally let this guy in." Hua Kaiyuan Shiguang said in a low voice, his eyes moved all the way to the door following the movements of the onmyojis moving the monster corpses, "I always feel that this is not a good omen..."

In the tea room in the back room, the fragrance of tea is still there, and the sound of deer knocking on the bluestone is accompanied by the sound of gurgling water flowing in from the window.The paper door on the other side reflected the bustling figures, and the footsteps and low shouts of the Onmyojis passed through the crack of the door to show the background of the chaos.

Princess Yingji put down the teacup she was holding in her hand, lowered her small eyelids, and sighed softly, "Here again, you monsters."

The person sitting opposite her didn't speak, and the little girl with long silver hair turned her head sideways.Over the wooden window frame near the courtyard, you can see the cherry blossom branches sticking out in the courtyard.A few pale pink petals were blown off by the wind, and she stared at the flower branch quietly.

"Seven flowers..."

Suzaku Avenue.

The sky was gloomy, with leaden gray clouds piled up, and it seemed that it was always in a situation where heavy rain was about to pour down but never stopped.

The ragged civilians had numb expressions on their faces, and the fallen leaves blown by the wind piled up on the street corners. From one end of the long street to the other, it was as desolate as ever.

The leaves on the top of the head were blown by the wind, and Fushimi leaned against the entrance of the alley with his arms folded, staring coldly at the house diagonally across the fence.A few rays of dim skylight fell under his feet, and as time passed, the dark cloud above his head slowly moved away.He silently glanced at the shadow under his feet, then raised his head and stared at the door of the family's house again.

Time is up.

As if making an appointment, the door of that family was pushed open with a "squeak" in front of my eyes.The man with the old woman on his back said goodbye to the hostess holding the threshold sadly, then turned his head under the urging of the old man on his back, and walked towards the city gate step by step with difficulty.

"...78, 79, eighty, 81..."

Sure enough, after walking 99 steps, he could just see the distance from the city gate. The man couldn't take it anymore and fell to his knees, breaking down and crying loudly.

"Tsk."

Fushimi angrily kicked away the stones under his feet.

"Sure enough, you found out too."

A deep magnetic voice rang in his ears, and Fushimi showed an expression of "another big trouble", staring at the front without looking at him.

"What are you doing in a place like this?"

"Aren't you here too?" The chief general of the Nuliang group squatted on the low wall on the other side, twirling a pipe at random in his hand.

"So, after observing it now, I should be sure..." He turned his head slightly, and the pupils that were faintly exposed under the blond hair were abnormally deep for a moment, "...the space we are in is an infinite endless loop. fact."

The wet and cold wind blew across the ground and rolled up a few fallen persimmon leaves, and the air suddenly became quiet.

There was a long silence.

"Hello." Fushimi Saruhiko suddenly said, he still didn't look at the people around him, his eyes followed the man on the street not far away, watching him finally gritted his teeth and carried his back under the comfort and urging of the old man. She walked towards the city gate step by step.

"You can see it too, that thing."

"Yeah, it's just scary."

Nuliang Huapiao raised his hands while saying these words, his posture was completely opposite to that of indifference, "The changes around us are all caused by it."

The cherry blossoms that fell today will return to the branches tomorrow morning, and the scenes that have been staged are repeated again after a while, interlaced seasons, chaotic times, messy spaces... It seems that a section of the long river of history is randomly intercepted and then The time and space are forcibly twisted together by patchwork. The influence of people with spiritual power on their surroundings is real, but everything else is repeating.From the flowers and plants that refresh every day to the civilians who come back every once in a while, it seems that the impact on the psychic user is the least, but in fact it is the opposite.

Maybe all the pictures they see now are real in history, but there are no mortals without spiritual power who are still in place. It is precisely these powerful beings with power who are trapped in this space.

However, so far, only a few people have noticed this matter.

"I feel a little unlucky anyway, us." The slippery ghost stretched his waist and jumped off the wall, "Do you have any plans?"

"I don't need to tell you if I have any plans, do I?"

"Don't be like this, we are grasshoppers on the same rope." Nuliang Huapiao lazily leaned against the wall, staring at the opposite person with interest, "I said, why don't you listen to me first?" What's your plan?"

Fushimi Saruhiko finally looked away and glanced at him, "What do you want to do?"

The big monster raised its lips, and there seemed to be a flash of fire in the pale golden eyes, "Tonight, let's go to that place and kill Akechi Mitsuhide."

The sky of Honno-ji Temple has always been a long night lit up red by the scorching fire.

The heavy flames cast shadows of chaos on the wall, and the soldiers surrounding the Honnoji Temple shouted "Grab Oda Nobunaga!" and "Don't let him escape!"The sound of shouts and clashes of weapons were intertwined into a never-ending battlefield. From time to time, people fell down among the chaotic figures, and the smell of blood permeated the entire battlefield.

A man in armor stood in front of the battlefield holding a knife tightly, surrounded by his soldiers, and the sharp cold light was reflected from the tip of the knife on the ground.

"Have you not found Oda Nobunaga yet?" He looked solemnly at the officer who reported to him.

The officer who reported the message nodded nervously, "Yes, because the enemy army is the elite under Nobunaga's command, it is a little tricky."

Akechi Mitsuhide, the man surrounded in the middle, waved his hand, "The opponent is Nobunaga, you must be careful, any careless actions will not be allowed!"

"Yes!"

Standing on the wall watching this scene, Nuliang Huapiao raised his eyebrows, beside him was Fushimi Saruhiko who was pulled over as expected.The flickering flames were reflected in the dark pupils of the black-haired boy, the darkness was so deep that he couldn't see the bottom.

The Honnoji Temple was full of soldiers under Akechi Mitsuhide from the inside to the outside, but everyone who came and went seemed to be unable to see them at all, and they didn't even turn their eyes in this direction.

"Lend me the knife." Nuliang Huapiao stretched out his hand unceremoniously.

Fushimi pulled out the long knife at his waist and threw it over, and was caught by the people around him, "You think it's useful"

"Try it." The big monster hooked his lips and smiled, a gust of wind blew by, and his figure disappeared as if melting into the wind.

At the front of the battlefield, a sharp cold light flashed in front of the heavily protected man, and his eyes suddenly widened.However, before he could make a sound, his throat was licked mercilessly by the cold blade.The last picture in Akechi Mitsuhide's field of vision was the panicked face of his own guards and the crimson blood splashing into the sky.

"Come on, there are assassins!!"

"Master Mitsuhide, Master Mitsuhide was assassinated by an assassin!!!"

The camp surrounded by flames suddenly became chaotic, and the troops that had been standing neatly swarmed towards the center like worker bees that had been stabbed in a hornet's nest.The flag with the platycodon pattern standing upright was knocked down by someone in a panic, and the edge was burned by the torch, and it was instantly ignited and burned.

Fushimi watched the scene in the center of the chaos calmly, the blue Kikyo flag was swallowed inch by inch, he stretched out his hand, a gust of wind blew, and the long knife he had just borrowed was handed back.

A drop of bright red blood slowly flowed down the blade.Fushimi fixed his eyes on the tip of the knife, and put the long knife back into the sheath.

The guy who just went to kill Mitsuhide Akechi has returned, standing on the top of the fence looking down at the commotion he caused.

Fushimi Saruhiko did not look back at him, but cast his eyes in the same direction as him, muttering in a low voice, "I always think it's not that simple..."

His voice had just been crushed by the night wind, and before it fell to the ground, the scene in front of them suddenly stopped.Be it the panicked soldiers, or the samurai who sensed an opportunity and fought hard, everyone's expressions froze.This freeze lasted for less than half a second, and then, at the place where Fushimi's eyes were fixed, Akechi Mitsuhide got up from the ground.

Everyone's expression was stunned for a while, as if the memory of just a few minutes ago had been emptied, and the soldiers looked at each other in a trance, as if they didn't understand how they got to this position.

After rearranging the queue, Akechi Mitsuhide, who also forgot what happened just a few minutes ago, looked seriously at the officer who reported to him.

"Haven't you found Oda Nobunaga?"

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"Cut, I knew it would be like this." Nuliang Huapiao raised his hands uncomfortably.

"You tried it."

"Yeah." He glanced at the knife Fushimi was holding, "That knife has the power of a god, so I thought the result would be different."

"...Did you think it was a holographic game?" Fushimi Saruhiko muttered softly.Then, he heard Nura Usa say something in a casual tone, "Actually, I thought about what would happen if I just killed Mitsuhide Akechi, and killed all the people here?"

The air was suddenly silent for a few seconds.

After being silent for an unknown amount of time, a soft whisper suddenly floated in the night wind.

"Try?"

The big monster who was stretching lazily paused, his eyes widened in surprise, then he turned his head to look at the people around him and smiled.

"Oh, did you decide to kill so many people without mercy? You are such a ruthless person, Fushimi-kun."

"Stop joking." The black-haired boy stood up, held the handle of the knife, and looked coldly at the soldiers and samurai fighting endlessly below, "Do you really think these guys are still 'humans'?"