Suddenly, her brain tingled, like a warning from her body when she had stayed up too late, and Pache blinked her eyes in annoyance, but she couldn't relieve it, only that the world in front of her began to change.

One by one, ripples appeared in front of her eyes, and the Eight Nine Temple and the carpenter seemed to have fallen into the water, and with this ripple, their faces and bodies began to float and twist, and then gradually mixed together.

Pache was not accustomed to this strange picture, frowned, closed her eyes, and said to herself:

"Is this magic that interferes with memory? No, it's something else, I don't feel the breath of magic. ”

Pache had migraines that came and went as fast as she could, and by the time she opened her eyes again, the strange scene was gone, replaced by something she knew so well.

Tens of thousands of copies of the Magic Guide Book exude the musty smell of basement items, displayed on the shelves, looming in the flickering firelight around them.

"This is my library? What's going on? ”

It's not a displacement of space, it's not a prank of time, and Patchouli is sure of that.

"Is it more of a hallucination?"

Pache moved her hands without her permission, and at this moment, Patchhe realized that all she had was vision, and she had no control over the rest of her body.

Now she is more like watching the movie from the perspective of the protagonist, but the protagonist happens to be exactly the same as her.

"Is the little devil there? Help me with that cup of tea. ”

A familiar voice came from the mouth of this "Pachouli", and she looked around, only to see the darkness between the bookshelves, and not the little devil.

"By the way, today seems to be the day when the carpenter came, and the little devil should be going to help. Forget it, I'll do it myself. ”

She recited the incantation, and the teapot not far away moved on its own, not only filling the tea leaves and hot water into her body, but also mixing them perfectly and delicately.

"Speaking of which, today should be the day when Fran comes out to let off steam, and there won't be any chaos."

Boom –

As if to confirm her words, the entire Red Devil Pavilion shook, and in the basement, the bookshelves began to collapse, like dominoes, one fell and pushed to the other, and almost in the blink of an eye, the entire library shelves collapsed, and those precious and unprecious books were spilled on the ground.

"Looks like I'm right, I hope that person will be okay."

Pache shook her head, as if she was used to the scene, and left the teapot tainted by the dust alone, gently blew the dust off the magic book, and got up and flew.

The ripples rippled again, and the world began to twist again.

"Wait—"

Pache sensed that what was going to happen next was likely to be related to the truth, and shouted anxiously in her mind.

It's just that it is impossible for everything to be satisfactory in the world, and it is the norm in the world to plant flowers without intention, and to plant willows and willows unintentionally.

Pache retreated from here without any hindrance, and returned to reality.

"Teacher Patchouli, Teacher Patchouli."

The call of the Eighty-Nine Temple kept coming from her ears, and Patchouli opened her eyes and saw three pairs of worried eyes—the one from the Eighty-Nine Temple, the carpenter who was pressed to the ground by the little devil, and the little devil who was about to beat people.

"I'm fine, how long have I been keeping my eyes closed?"

"Less than a minute." Seeing that his master was fine, the little devil jumped down from the carpenter's body, quickly took the carpenter's chair and returned to Pache Li's side, beckoning his master to sit down.

"It's about the same time as that." Pache mused, her eyes becoming subtle as she looked at the carpenter.

"Who the hell are you?"

"An outsider recruited by the Red Devil Pavilion."

Smiling wryly and getting up, patting the dust off his body, the carpenter replied to Pache Rich's question.

"It's impossible, although Remi likes to let outsiders come to the Red Devil Pavilion to work, and has recruited no less than 100 people, but I know all those people, and none of them match you."

This is a must-have subject for the Red Devil Pavilion's brains, and although Pache doesn't think that ordinary people will hurt Remilia, who is waiting for Saki Night, she still investigates everyone seriously.

"My level of knowledge is really limited, and it's really hard to explain."

The carpenter said this, his slightly wrinkled face became more and more bitter, this feeling of powerlessness really made him such an honest man very uncomfortable.

"Do you know the Red Devil Pavilion from another world?"

The Eighty-Nine Temple stood up at this time and asked, the carpenter thought for half a second and nodded slightly.

"Teacher Pache Li, do you remember the gods? According to my investigation, it is a monster from a parallel world, and it is the sequelae left by Yakumo's integration of Gensokyo. I think it's possible that the people in this room are from other Gensokyo, too. ”

"It can't be." Pachouli shook her head and interrupted the words of the Eight and Nine Temples, her tone was extremely firm.

"If that kind of monster can still rely on its own weirdness to pass through the barriers of the parallel world, it is absolutely impossible for you humans and vampires to pass the screening mechanism of the big world."

She didn't look at the carpenter as she spoke, but into the house.

She had already sensed that in the room separated by simple wooden planks, the pair of servants who were so angry that Remilia was staying there, so she spoke meaningfully into the room.

The Eighty-Nine Temple felt it, there was a very powerful blood clan aura in the house, and there was also a smell of ordinary human beings, but regardless of their strength and race, their bodies all exuded an ethereal aura.

It's like clouds floating in the sky, you can see it, but you can't get close, you can never touch them, you can only watch them slip away from your field of vision.

In the same way, he also felt this aura in the carpenter's body, but compared to the two of them, the carpenter's body was obviously much lighter.

As soon as Pache finished speaking, a strong coughing sound suddenly came from inside the room.

"Miss Scaril......"

The maid's worried voice was heard, followed by the cry of falling and the scattering of things.

"Any of you are sick and need a doctor?"

Bajiu Temple walked into the house without a trace, and asked tentatively at the same time.

This is the best opportunity to observe the two people in the house, compared to the ordinary, it seems to be a carpenter who is a passerby, and the people in the house are more concerned about the Eight and Nine Temple, so he can't care about avoiding suspicion at the moment.

A red ray pierced out from the wooden board and flew towards the eyes of the Eighty-Nine Temple, and the footsteps of the Eighty-Nine Temple stopped and saw the body of the red mang.

It was a blood-colored gun, more like a vampire's weapon than Remilia's magic condensation, because it was made entirely of blood, and beneath its sturdy shell, streams of bright red liquid could be seen flowing through it.

The blood spear stopped a centimeter in front of the eyes of the Eighty-Nine Temple, and looked at the Eighty-Nine Temple silently, neither moving forward nor retreating.

"It's the hostess's bedroom, don't you think you're a little rude?" The hostess finally spoke, her voice unusually cold and full of exhaustion.

"I am a doctor, and it is my vocation to save lives and help the wounded, and the heart of a doctor is a parent." Eighty-nine Temple explained.

"I didn't invite you, I came uninvited for the sake of the villain."

The somewhat cold girl came again, and the eight or nine temples listened carefully, wanting to get more information from it, but the hostess seemed to be tired, and after coughing a few times, she withdrew her gun.

"Are you weak?"

Bajiu Temple pondered. This is a very unreasonable phenomenon, the blood clan can be said to be a very powerful monster, generally speaking, they are not exposed to the sun, splashed by holy water, they almost do not have the concept of sickness and death.

The Eight and Nine Temples didn't feel the smell of any vampire sunburn in the room, nor did they feel any light power, as if the injury had been caused by some method he didn't know, and he was completely confused.

"Sorry to interrupt, we'll come back next time."

Eighty-Nine Temple pulled Pache out of the hut, and in the latter's puzzled eyes, he made a gesture of silence, and Patchouli understood and flew away with him.

"Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Patchouli casually released a soundproof barrier and asked at the Eighty-Nine Temple.

"We don't trust each other, we don't get any valuable information from talking, and it's weird how you see the carpenter, so it's better to leave."

"But we have to know what they're trying to do." Patchouli looked at the Eight Nine Temple curiously, hoping to know the reason for his rude just now, she didn't think that the Eight Nine Temple was such a reckless person, and always felt that his behavior just now was a little okay.

"Yes, if we can't hear it with our ears, let's see it with our eyes, I don't know what you think about going back in history."

With one hand, he took out the carpenter's wooden knife from his pocket, and with the other he took out a bottle of red liquid.

"I just paused time and took some of her blood."

Originally, the Eighty-Nine Temple wanted to go in and take some of the hostess's body tissue, but he didn't expect the other party to be so cooperative and directly send out his own blood, so he naturally was disrespectful and harvested a small part.

"As for the carpenter's one, I quietly took it when you were unconscious and he was knocked down by the little devil.

"I've learned Kurumi's Ten Bullets, Kaguya's Eternal and Fleeting Powers, and Huiyin-sensei's ability to devour history, and I can mix these abilities together to bring us back to the past. By the way, although Teacher Huiyin shouldn't mind, but please keep it secret for me, after all, the ability to steal is not a good thing. ”

Patchouli's mouth turned into a small "O" shape, apparently frightened by the powerful and inexplicable ability of the Eight Nine Temples.

"Mixed abilities, go back in time, you can go to the moon!"

"It's not a time rewind, it's a historical retrospective, it just allows us to look at the past images, and it can't have an impact on the past, similar to watching a movie, there will be no time paradox."

The Eighty-Nine Temple put these things on the ground, took out a black ribbon, and tied it to Pachouli and his hands. Pache felt that this thing was made of the same thing as the previous gloves, and after the length change, the raw material became more obvious.

"This is hair?"

"Don't worry about the details, then the backtracking begins."