"I'm here for one thing."

In Reimu's heart-wrenching gaze, he took the tea handed over by Yuri, and after thanking Yuri, the storyteller whispered.

"That is, I hope you can join forces with us and others to crack the [Final Trial of Humanity]."

"The final human trial?"

Purple raised an eyebrow.

"What's that?"

“…… There's a long story on that. ”

"That's a long story short!" Reimu said impatiently, "If you are to be 'talking long' again, I don't know how much tea will be wasted." ”

Everyone was suddenly embarrassed.

Yuri lowered her head, and now she was also a Hakurei witch, and she really felt too embarrassed.

"Ahem."

The storyteller coughed, and then said slowly: "Since you have the Jianmu body here, let me ask, how much do you know about the Great Wilderness?" ”

Everyone looked at each other, and Bayi Yonglin said: "I've heard of it, maybe you don't know, my master of medical skills is an ancient man from the Great Wilderness Era. ”

"Oh? He is? ”

"Licorice."

The storyteller was slightly stunned, and then showed a very strange expression: "Is it her?" That little one...... I did have a relationship with her. ”

"Do you know Shizun?"

The storyteller nodded, "Of course I do." ”

“…… So, you're from that era too? Zi squinted slightly, "It seems that you didn't call the storyteller at that time." ”

"Of course."

With a strange smile, Purple suddenly opened the gap, and then a hand reached in.

Before everyone understood what Purple was going to do, they saw Purple pull out her hand—

At the same time, there is Sikong Mo who is screaming.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you going to do with Yakumo Murasaki!? ”

Sikong Mo, who was caught out of the handful, angrily broke free of Zi's grip on him.

"I still have a lot of work to do! If you have anything to do with me, please use the normal method next time, okay? You're going to bother me even if I become a ghost! ”

"Ahh

"I'm already a ghost!"

Sikong Mo snorted angrily, and then straightened his sleeves.

"What's the matter with calling me here?"

“…… Here. Look over there. ”

Purple smiled and pointed to the opposite side with a folding fan.

Sikong Mo turned his head, and when he saw the storyteller, his eyes widened instantly.

Seeing Sikong Mo, the storyteller was obviously a little surprised, and then shook his head with a wry smile: "I didn't expect to see the old man." ”

“…… Old friend? ”

Sikong Mo suddenly laughed.

"If you can. I really don't want to see you...... By the way, what should I call you now? ”

"Call me...... Storyteller. ”

"Storyteller!"

Sikong Mo laughed as if he had heard some big joke.

"The jade girl who was in the great wilderness back then has now become a storyteller under the overpass? What books do you say? Golden Plum or Marxism-Leninism? ”

"Poof——!!!!

Marisa squirted the tea in her mouth onto Reimu's face, and the two of them immediately tore it aside.

And the others, especially those who had heard of the deeds of Jade Jizi, looked at the young man in front of them as if they had seen a ghost.

Storyteller? Jade?

Jade!?

"Ah, so you're a jade!"

Purple smile like a flower.

"I've been looking up to my name for a long time!"

Everyone looked at the storyteller's gaze and turned strange.

I can't believe that this handsome and beautiful man in front of me, who is harmless to a person except for the red mark on his forehead, is actually the jade of the year.

"It's just a name that should have been drowned in the river of history a long time ago, and there is no need to mention it again." The storyteller shook his head, "I'm really a storyteller now. Well, of course, it's not about the Golden Vase or Marxism-Leninism. ”

"Drowning in the river of history? Not necessarily. Sikong Mo sneered, "At least for people like me, ahem, and ghosts like me, your name will never be forgotten." ”

“…… So you're already a ghost. ”

"Shhhh After all these years, it's still so stinky! ”

"Each other, it's not as good as the mouth you said back then that you moved the ghost king of the underworld to fight against the gods."

……

looked at Sikong Mo and Jade Jizi...... Well, it was a verbal exchange with the storyteller, but the crowd didn't react as violently as Sikong Mo.

After all, for those of them, the humans, demons, and gods who only appeared after the collapse of the Great Wilderness, the grievances of that era could not cause waves in their hearts at all.

Present. Zi clapped her hands, interrupted the conversation between Sikong Mo and the storyteller, and said, "Okay, okay." If you want to talk about the old things later, Sikong Mo, I just called you here to find out who this guy really is, and now that we know, let's talk about what that final human trial is. ”

“…… Also. ”

The storyteller immediately laughed.

"Hakoniwa World—you know."

Purple nodded, "Of course." Since Mo'er is there, it is naturally impossible for us to be ignorant of this. ”

"Well, Hakoniwa has had one of the biggest mysteries since ancient times, that is, who is right between the gods and the gods who evolved due to the blessings of the gods, or whether the chicken or the egg came first. ”

"About that. The human world has come to the conclusion that most of the world accepts the thesis that God created the world, which varies according to the most influential religions in the world, but all other factors that build the world except creationism have not been proven. ”

At the same time, it is human beings themselves who guarantee creationism. If human support is the guarantee of creationism, then it means that the construction of the laws of the world is influenced by the subjective consciousness of human beings—"

At this point, the storyteller spread his hands.

"—Obviously this is not true, this is contradictory."

Reimu and Marisa looked at each other, "What is he talking about?" ”

"I don't know, but it seems to be amazing."

It's not just Reimu who is confused, but a lot of people are like this - the shipwives have even begun to doze off.

Purple and Yuxiang, as well as gods like the Holy White Lotus and the Divine Son, understood the storyteller's words perfectly.

Zi gently tapped her palm with a folding fan, "It is indeed a contradiction, if the construction of the laws of the world is controlled by the subjective consciousness of human beings, then the power that Mo'er and Jianmu have after merging has no basis at all. ”

“…… Oh? Has that little guy already started on this path? ”

The storyteller seemed pleased.

"Sooner than I expected, I thought he hadn't matured to this point."

"Of course! Don't look at whose brother it is! Purple tilted her head proudly.

The fragrance on the side smacked unpleasantly: "Stinky show!" ”

The storyteller added: "And there is really no point in this discussion—if nothing else, people who have come from the time of the Great Wilderness understand what it was like to be human beings at that time." ”

"The gods are high and in control, yet they covet and fear the power of the shadows of humanity."

"So actually before the collapse of the Great Wilderness, creationism was the truth—but that was before the Great Wilderness."

"After the birth of the new Myriad Worlds, the relationship between the gods and demons of Shura and humans has undergone subtle changes. Humans and the gods are no longer isolated from each other, but observe each other and depend on each other—although my original purpose was not to do so, but I am glad to be in the situation we are in today—but the gods who survived the Great Wilderness do not think so. ”

"The final human trial?"

"That's right, it's them, and the information released says that those calamities are the final trials on the premise of the survival of the human race, and the purpose is for the human race to finally evolve, but the world-hehe!"

The storyteller sneered.

"Their real purpose is actually to restore the world to the era of the Great Wilderness, where the gods dominate the heavens and the earth, and at that time, not to mention humans, you monsters will also be completely suppressed."

"And the gods born after the collapse of the Great Wilderness—"

The storyteller looked at the Holy White Lotus.

"—In the eyes of those ancient gods, they are actually no different from monsters." (To be continued.) )