(a)

"I stopped time and ......"

Yin Qi's red blood flowed from Sixteen Night's eyes, nose, and mouth, but despite this, her voice was clear.

"Ahem......"

Or rather, she was just trying to keep her voice clear.

She wiped the blood she coughed up with her sleeve, and continued:

"Then, back to where I 'was'. ”

The scorching blue light of the Ion Cluster Blade scorched Jaeger's flesh, filling the small, confined space with an unpleasant smell of burnt protein. Jaeger wanted to say something, but his lungs had been cut open and he couldn't make a sound, so he was just surprised.

"At some point in time, I was where I am now. I can 'move forward' and of course 'go backwards', as long as I want. ”

As he spoke, Sakiya wiped the nosebleed with his thumb again.

"Although, with my strength, 'not enough' to retrace this wound, it is enough to kill you...... As long as I can come back here, that's enough. ”

"This is the third time I've met you......"

"At the same time, it was also the last time. ”

The first slash was a robe slash, which slashed from Jaeger's shoulder and slashed diagonally down to his chest, followed by the second slash, Sakiya slashed up, cleanly, and cut off Jaeger's head, along with his neck.

"Bang Dang"

There was no shrill howl, no splattering fountain of blood, and Jeger's head landed silently with his body. The violent impact made the thoughts in his mind about how to reverse the desperate situation in front of him, but Sakiya didn't give him a chance to implement it. She extinguished the lightsaber in her hand, pulled out a silver knife from the belt on her lap, followed it, knelt down on one knee, and plunged a knife into Jaeger's head, until it reached the hilt of the knife before stopping.

Jaeger's thinking stopped.

It's not that he just died, but that his brain activity was forcibly stopped by this silver blade that penetrated deep into the brain marrow. So, yes, he can be considered dead for the time being. When Sakiya pulled the knife out, when he started thinking again, in a sense, this knife was like a plastic sheet inserted between two button batteries to prevent electricity leakage.

"That's it, it's all over. ”

Sakuya's body was weak, and he sat down, his face suddenly turned much whiter, and his breath was not as stable as Fang Cai. Although it was only for a moment, she was literally exposed to the extremely cold vacuum of space. If she had been a little slower in her reflexes and hadn't stopped the time before the air around her had run out completely, what would have happened......

In fact, until just now, she had dragged a body to the limit, tensing the last remaining string, and forcibly took the decisive last step. Now, she only felt extremely relaxed, as if she had finished a marathon and rehydrated and taken a shower, and fell on a soft mattress, her whole body melted, unable to move, and did not want to move.

She closed her eyes, and her vision was enveloped in a soft white light. There flashed her past, the hunt that had lasted for hundreds of years, her entire career as a hunter, and now, they were over. She heard a voice say to her, "It's already OK Eve, you can leave and start your new life", and she nodded.

She has been carrying the name "Sixteen Nights Sakuya" for a long time, but it is not until today that she has truly begun to live as "Sixteen Nights Sakuya". It wasn't until today that she truly cut off her past and left those memories that remained in the present world forever, and she no longer needed any baggage.

Then, slowly, she opened her eyes again.

What catches your eye is the melancholy, distant and boundless starry sky, the spatial barrier coated in blood, and the fallen Remilia and Pache who have fallen to the ground.

The sense of lightness in her body gradually dissipated, replaced by a deep exhaustion, physical and psychological exhaustion.

Never forget, sixteen nights, in the long river of time, there is no real "end", the dusk of one day, forever connected to the morning sun of the next day, the cycle repeats, there is no end. Joy, anger, sorrow, and fatigue increase in fatigue, and the only thing that can save you from never-ending fatigue is death.

Oh, and by the way, happy birthday!

(b)

The pattern of the corridor of the Eternal Pavilion is probably ...... Okay, don't play the stalk, needless to say, every aisle that the three of them walked along the way were, exactly, the same!

The texture of the floor, the pattern of the wallpaper, the direction of the fork in the road, and even the degree of moisture of the wood are all the same, just like copying and pasting.

If it weren't for the fact that these people were all vampires and had a good sense of direction, they would have been lost to death.

In addition, to add an extra word, the Forever Pavilion and the Lost Bamboo Forest outside it actually have a lot in common. First, they look small, but they're surprisingly large when you walk in, two worlds inside and out, and second, they're all as complex as an extradimensional labyrinth......

"They are all designed by the kind of endocrine disorders who have lived for 100,000 years and have never touched a man or even a woman. "Note that I'm not referring to a specific person, I'm talking about a certain type of person who is in a high position in Gensokyo, such as a certain person with eight in his name." ”

"Where are we now?"

He looked at Catherine beside him again and asked.

"Does my face look like a map?"

The silver-haired girl, who was as noble and elegant as a Persian cat, raised her head, and asked him with a blank face and a voice of no kindness.

"Uh......" Nalan looked at her face, pinched his chin, thought "seriously" for a while, and replied:

"In my opinion, not really. ”

"Then don't ask. ”

"Don't be angry, I'm just ......"

At this point, Nalan Twilight's joking face froze with his footsteps. Catherine and Yan Hua didn't ask him why, they just stopped with him—they both saw the thing he found.

The firelight, or rather, candlelight, flickered faintly in the depths of the corridor in front of him, illuminating the figure of a man: tall, thin, with a long face with a hooked nose, long black hair with curly hair draped over his shoulders, and a dark and straight priest's appearance, except for the cross on his chest, which hung upside down. His eyes were blood-red, just like Nalan Twilight, Catherine, and Yan Hua.

"Sure enough, should I say yes?" Nalan smiled lightly, "When we get to the gates of hell, the devil's lackeys will take the initiative to come out to greet them." ”

He knew this man, and so did Catherine, and all the third-generation vampires of their generation. After all, there are only so many people of the same generation, so it's strange if you don't know each other.

"Knock", "Knock", "Knock"

Heavy footsteps, stepping on the wooden floor, getting louder and closer. Yanhua of the fire lifted his glasses, took a closer look, and found that the "candle" in the man's hand was not a candle at all. It was his own right index finger, standing upright like a small candle, and the first knuckle had been completely burned, leaving only white bones like candlesticks, still smoking.

He just like that, burning his fingers, and by this light, he walked slowly without a word, until he met the man he was looking for, in this long and narrow labyrinth without an exit. "It's too ...... It's weird. Yan Hua couldn't help but cover his mouth, glare, and commented in his heart, "This man is very dangerous. ”

Because he doesn't seem to be afraid of pain, nor does he value his life at all. In Yanhua's subconscious, such a person, no matter what he holds in his hand, no matter how big his skills are, he is worthy of the word "danger".

What's more, the man who walked towards the three of them, the fifth of the fifteen third-generation vampires, "Cerberus" Flamin de Sebirus, would never be suspected of "great ability". Those who doubted were dead, and the rest were terrified. Of the three vampires present, only the newcomer was Fire no Yanhua, who knew nothing about this man's strength and name...... And she'll find out soon.