Mobilizing the three abilities was just a trivial matter for the Eight Nine Temple, and he completed the construction of the technique almost in the blink of an eye, opening the dusty door to history.

Strange black-red runes appeared in his eyes, and small voices sounded in his ears, like someone whispering, and like someone sighing, and the surrounding scene suddenly darkened, and now he seemed to have entered the night, and the surrounding area became invisible, making people almost mistakenly think that he was blind.

In the darkness, there was a faint figure flashing, and even Pache felt that something strange was pulling her hair, but when she turned back, the strange feeling disappeared again.

Even though she was used to the darkness of the basement, Pacher still didn't get used to this strange and mysterious atmosphere, she liked mysterious magicians, but she was more of a girl, so she grabbed the ribbon harder, and her body got closer and closer to the Eight Nine Temple.

"How much longer?" Although Pachuali's tone was calm, she already had the idea of leaving here.

It's just that at this moment, the Eighty-Nine Temple has no leisure to take care of Pacully's emotions, he is the leader of looking back on history, standing in front of Pacully, guiding everything, seeing and feeling much more than Pacully.

Those black shadows are just traces left by people who have searched for history, and they are considered to be among their fellow practitioners, as for the feeling of being touched by the hair, maybe it was caused by Bai Ze, who likes to play pranks, and it is not a big deal.

The real problem is right in front of his eyes.

A dark and deep ravine, where he could not see the opposite side or the bottom, stopped in front of him, blocking his way and making him sigh.

"It's like this...... Bajiuji sighed.

"What's wrong? What happened? Patchouli sensed that something was wrong, she had become familiar with the darkness around her, and she was gradually able to see things around her.

This is a passage through history, and from time to time there will be a certain piece of history flashing around, there are carpenters who built the Daredevil's house, and there are also those who have met with carpenters before.

Before, the surrounding images were constantly changing, but now they have always remained the same, always flashing those same fragments of history, and the Eight and Nine Temples seem to have given up and continued to move on.

"There's no way out." The Eight and Nine Temples briefly explained.

"What?" Patchouli thought she hadn't heard.

This is the carpenter's personal history, and it should be far from finished before he was born, but now it is just the beginning.

"I can only go back to his history in this world, and if I go any further, it will already be dark, and even the most powerful Bai Ze is here, and it is impossible to find out the carpenter's more distant past."

Pacher also poked her head out from behind the Eighty-Nine Temple, deeply shocked by the huge ravine in front of her, but soon, the essence of her wisdom was revealed, and Pache did not remain immersed in surprise, but used her knowledge to begin to search for answers.

"Yes, it's not wrong, if Yakumo doesn't eliminate those parts that don't belong to Gensokyo when he integrates Gensokyo, maybe the Gensokyo we are in will be full of all kinds of strange things, and it is very likely that it will be blown up."

Obviously, the history of carpenters is something that Yakumo judged to be superfluous and did not accept it.

Pachuali's thoughts did not end here, but because of this thought, she had a creepy feeling, and said in a trembling voice: "Wait, what about the carpenter himself, since his past has been denied, he himself must be affected." ”

Eighty-Nine Temple looked at Pachouli's face and nodded secretly, it seemed that she had gradually been affected by the memories of the parallel world, and she had begun to care about the carpenter.

"So that's why their breath is unstable, maybe it's something bad. But we didn't have nothing to gain, at least we can see what else he did before building the Daredevil. ”

The Eighty-Nine Temple stretched out its hand, scratched a picture next to it, and accepted the fragments of history.

Images from the past are spliced together and turned into a movie that unfolds in front of Pache Li.

"Is this a mound?" She exclaimed in surprise.

The yellow sand is diffused with the strong wind, turning into a yellow mist in the sky, obscuring everyone's sight, this is a real grass, no life will choose to settle here, everywhere you see is sand, there is no trace of green.

Patchouli has only seen one such place, and that is the Tomb of the Void.

After the great war five hundred years ago, the dragon god fell into the mound of no fate, turning it into a thousand miles of red land, and since then there is no grass in the mound, even the most powerful youkai will not stay here for long, according to Pachuali's opinion, this land is soaked in the resentment of the dragon god, it is a cursed land.

But at this moment, it's a lively place.

Even if the view is obstructed by the yellow sand, there are still countless black shadows in the vision of the Eight and Nine Temples, one after the other, piled up together, almost turning the withered yellow color of the unrelated mound into black.

This is more than what he has encountered with Youji before, and it makes people lose the desire to count them at a glance.

The place where they landed was next to an ordinary and uncharacteristic black shadow. But they recognized the shadow almost immediately.

Because it is carving, it holds a wooden knife exactly the same as in the hand of the Eight and Nine Temples in its right hand, and holds a piece of wood in its left hand, carefully carving it with one stroke. The wood in his hand was just an ordinary thing that could be found everywhere, but he held it so cherished that it seemed to be a treasure.

His movements were slow, surprisingly slow, but so precise that there were hardly any corrections or corrections, as his carvings, the composition of the wood, and the structure of the wood kept changing, from rotten wood to the treasure.

The Eighty-Nine Temple could feel this change, but because the carpenter was too slow, there was no way to see the change, so he snapped his fingers and adjusted the time schedule here.

The work, which had taken half a month to complete, appeared in front of Pache in an instant, two strangely constructed masks, one in a brownish-red swirl shape, revealing only one eye, and the other as if carved out of white bone, with three claw marks on it, all of which were familiar to them.

At that moment, Patchouli finally realized: "It turns out that he is the one who made the mask." ”

Before the fantasy tide, the Red Devil Pavilion had suffered a mutation, Qin Xin, who was wearing a strange mask, inexplicably launched an attack on the Red Devil Pavilion, relying on his familiarity with them, he almost captured the entire Red Devil Pavilion, but fortunately, there were still outsiders in the Eight Nine Temple and Gu Ming Di Love, and the Red Devil Pavilion escaped.

This strange mutation had deeply troubled Pacouli, and even if Remilia had found the murderer by the pull of fate, she had been secretive about that affair, only to emphasize again and again that the murderer had been punished and there was no need to investigate it further.

And now the truth was sent to Pache Li, it turned out that the mask was none other than a carpenter, who had soaked his knowledge and understanding of the Red Devil Pavilion into two small masks and turned them into treasures.

"He knows us not only about height and weight, but also about our combat habits and abilities, and he is a very dangerous person."

Faintly, Patchouli felt a hint of anger, but she didn't know why she was angry.

"The person who makes the mask is not necessarily the person who gives the mask."

Suddenly, Eighty-Nine Temple said something that made Pachouli fall into deep thought.

"Let's look at other histories first." She didn't choose to listen, nor did she choose to refuse, but just reserved her own opinion and that of the Eight Nine Temple.

Bajiusi nodded, exited this historical image, he stretched out his left hand, dragged the history next to him, piece by piece, and observed the carpenter's past.

He is really a very single-minded person, almost all of the images, he is carving, piece by piece of wood disappeared into his hands, replaced by a vivid wood carving, Bajiu Temple finally knew, where did the hundreds of wood carvings in that small wooden house come from.

They also saw the scene where Remilia appeared, watching her shoot the carpenter through the heart of the dark shadow of the carpenter, and then leave the place in despair.

Next, the carpenter is accepted by another dark shadow, transforms into a human form again, and finds himself again.

Eventually, the carpenters had changed into what they had seen now, no different from ordinary people.

"Hey, where is this?"

Suddenly, the surrounding scene changed, as if time and space had shifted, the flying sand was gone, the barren land and the surrounding forest were gone, leaving behind the bare ground and the empty palpitating plain.

"It's Gensokyo after the tide of fantasy."

Eighty-nine Temple explained.

Patchili didn't know this scene, but the Eighty-Nine Temple did, and before he and Kaguya set off for the Moon World to find the residents of Gensokyo, Gensokyo was such a strange appearance - under the dome, there was no one else, and it was extremely lonely.

The carpenter almost went mad, not because he had lost a part of his woodcarving, but because all the people he had cared about had disappeared.

For the first time, an angry expression appeared on his face, and his hand unconsciously clenched the knife used for carving, not even noticing that the blade cut through his skin, and the crimson blood fell down his fingers to the ground.

And this seemed to be a signal, and he stood up, and walked around with the same angry, even roaring Germans.

It was a very spectacular scene, more than a thousand people marching simultaneously over the vast land, forming a black torrent, each step was a small earthquake, each of them with anger on their faces, marching towards the only youkai who could explain to them, and finally surrounded her.

"Eight, I think I need an explanation." The carpenter opened his mouth and said to the blond figure.

Even on such a serious occasion, the corners of Pa Qiuli's mouth couldn't help twitching when she heard the carpenter's name for Yakumo Purple, and complained: "Where did this strange name come from, does he still call me Miss Pa, Miss Remilei?" In this way, in the entire Red Devil Pavilion, only Misuzu's surname can be called right. Did he come from somewhere? The habit of speaking is also too pedantic. ”