His consciousness continued to drift away and then fell into darkness. In his ears, he could no longer hear Aozaki Aoko's voice. His whole head felt like it was about to explode …
"Tang Hao? Tang Hao! Can you hear me? "
After a long time, the hoarse voice gradually became clear. Tang Hao opened his eyes and found himself lying on the grass. Two small furry heads were spinning back and forth in front of his eyes.
"Fou?" Tang Hao's consciousness was not fully awake yet. He grabbed one of the heads in his hand. It felt much smaller than Fou. When he looked at it, he found it was a squirrel.
The other one abandoned its companion and quickly ran to the tree next to it, standing on the branch and squeaking.
"It's not Fou …" Tang Hao shook his head. He didn't know if it was because of the aftereffects of contacting the root cause, or because he was thrown out of the world, he had a splitting headache. Even his thinking was a little slow. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious.
As for these two squirrels, they probably thought that he was dead, so they jumped onto his corpse to pick up food … Probably?
"Tang Hao? Hey, can you hear me? "A familiar voice came into his ear again.
Tang Hao put the squirrel in his hand to his ear, his eyes were blurred. "Well, I heard you, that … is that Roman?"
"Yes, it's me. Chaldea just detected your life signs. Just five minutes ago, you have returned to the Fuyuki 2004. Congratulations, you finally came back from the world."
Five minutes?
In other words, after he was thrown out of the world, he was unconscious for a full five minutes.
"Also, I have been calling you, but I didn't get a response. Did something happen to you? And your tone sounds a little weak, are you okay? "
"I'm okay, just a little strange …"
"What's strange?"
Tang Hao frowned. "Why do you squeak when you speak?"
"Squeak squeak? What is that? Is the signal bad? No, this is the channel of the chat room … or the relationship with Chaldea, let me check. "
"Oh, then you …" Tang Hao nodded and subconsciously put the phone in front of him. Then, he saw a little squirrel squeaking in his hand.
Ah, so it wasn't a phone.
The phone was still in his pocket, so the signal was not bad. Should he remind Roman … Forget it, checking Chaldea as a precaution in the future.
Then, Tang Hao turned his head and looked around. Sure enough, Qing Zi was nowhere to be seen.
When they were in the fragment world, the two of them were thrown in opposite directions. They must have returned to the real world through different paths. Although it was possible that they would end up together, the current result was the most logical.
What a pity.
Tang Hao sighed inwardly. Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly heard faint footsteps in front of him.
Could it be Qing Zi?
Tang Hao immediately looked in the direction of the voice. A moment later, a familiar figure appeared in the forest shrouded in moonlight.
"Huh?"
"Huh?"
When their eyes met, both of them were stunned.
"It turned out to be Father Yanfeng." Tang Hao was the first to come back to his senses. He looked at the young priest in front of him with vigilance in his heart but a nonchalant expression on his face. He said with a smile, "Priest Yan Feng, you've come to the forest so late at night. What a refined mood."
Shiro also smiled slightly, "It's nothing, I'm just cleaning the forest. After all, if too much of the garbage used by humans in daily life enters the forest, it will cause certain damage to nature. So as long as I have time, I will come to the forest and take the garbage out. "
"So that's how it is. I really didn't know that Father Yanfeng is so environmentally conscious. I admire you." Tang Hao cupped his hand, but in his heart, he said: Who are you kidding?
Shiro smiled disapprovingly, "It's just a little insignificant work in the environmental protection business. But Mr. Tang Hao, it's so late, why are you playing in the forest?"
"This …" Tang Hao's eyes turned and suddenly saw the little squirrel in his hand, "To be honest, I am actually from a small animal protection organization. I am particularly concerned about the survival of small animals. Just now, this little squirrel fought with other squirrels and its leg was injured, so I took care of it."
Shiro turned his head and looked at the little squirrel's four lively feet. He suddenly said, "So that's how it is, Mr. Tang Hao is really caring."
"Same here."
"I don't dare, I don't dare."
"Hehe."
"Hehe."
The two of them had a hidden meaning in their words, but no one said it out loud. They laughed at each other.
"But it's late, I should go. I won't hinder the priest from picking up the garbage here." Then, Tang Hao smiled and handed the little squirrel to Shiro.
"Do you need me to give you a ride?" Shiro asked.
"No need." Tang Hao waved his hand and said without turning his head, "I like to walk alone at night."
"Is that so? Then I won't send you off. I just can't help but remind you … Mr. Tang Hao is not a participant in the Holy Grail War. I suggest that you avoid walking at night as much as possible in the future. Otherwise, I'm afraid it's easy to get into danger that you shouldn't provoke."
Tang Hao's footsteps paused and he nodded, "Thank you, Father Shiro, for your kindness. In that case, let me also remind you … Where there are people, there will be war. No matter how hard you work, Father, it's impossible to make this forest free of garbage. When it's time to cut it off, it's better to let it go."
Patter … Patter …
The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and Shiro couldn't help but withdraw his gaze. The smile on his face also slowly disappeared, and he muttered to himself, "Really a completely unfathomable person. He entered this forest in the afternoon, and then suddenly disappeared without a trace. Only now did he suddenly appear again. Tell me, where did he go?"
"Is that so? You don't know either."
Shiro shook his head and raised the little squirrel in his hand in front of his eyes. He seemed to be a little puzzled and frowned, "Squirrels, do they also move at night?"
…
"What a troublesome guy."
After walking out of the forest, Tang Hao looked back. When he left just now, he had a feeling that he was being watched. The sentence "Don't walk at night" was probably a warning and a test for him. Fortunately, he was on guard and did not reveal any flaws. Otherwise, if Shiro knew that part of his brain had been burned, he was afraid that he would not let him leave safely.
Forget it, it was better to leave first.
For the time being, he could not figure out Shiro's background. Tang Hao did not want to have a conflict with him, so he quickly slipped away.
By the time he returned to Haruban's house, it was already ten o 'clock in the evening.
"Where have you been all day?" As soon as he entered the house, he was greeted by Rin Haruban's questioning. She and Hisamodera Youzhu were not asleep and were sitting in the living room. However, Yin-Yoshi was not there … After all, he was a child, so he was most likely asleep.
"Why do you care so much about me?"
Under normal circumstances, Tang Hao was afraid that he would take the opportunity to tease her. But at this moment, his mental state was a little bad, and he was not in the mood to flirt with a good girl. He replied casually, "I just met your ancestor."
"Huh?" Rin Haruban was stunned at once.
"What do you mean? Is this the recent trend of derogatory remarks? "
Tang Hao didn't seem to notice Rin's dumbfounded expression. He took out a simple booklet from his pocket and handed it to her. "This is your ancestor's martial arts manual. It's useless to me now, so I'll return it to you. Consider it a return to its rightful owner."
In terms of martial arts attainments alone, Haruban Nagato was above Tang Hao, which he knew very well. Because in the end, he had not received any systematic formal teaching. Whether it was swordsmanship or martial arts, almost all of them were trained from actual combat, which was the so-called unorthodox way. While Haruban Nagato was a serious martial artist with his own style.
Therefore, in terms of martial arts understanding and understanding, he was not as good as Haruban Nagato. This martial arts secret book was also of some use to him. However, on the way back, in order to relieve the aftereffects of the headache, he had already read all of it. He got rid of the dross, picked out the essence, and wrote down all the useful points. It was useless to keep it.
In this case, it was better to give it to Rin Haruban. Anyway, she liked close combat. If she could regain the martial arts of the Haruban family, maybe one day she would be able to combine magic and martial arts.
Of course, he didn't care about the specifics for the time being. After handing over the booklet, he went upstairs. He needed a good sleep now to make up for the loss of his brain.
Rin stood rooted to the ground. He had no idea what Tang Hao was talking about. Just as he was about to flip open the booklet in his hand, Tang Hao suddenly stopped at the top of the stairs to the second floor.
"Ah, yes, yes." With an expression as if he had just remembered something, Tang Hao looked at Rin Haruban and said earnestly, "I almost forgot to tell you that your ancestor is more beautiful than you."
Clatter!
Then, he disappeared at the stairway.
Rin Haruban was dumbfounded. He blinked his eyes a few times, then asked Yuzu Kumodera, "What's wrong with him? Why do I feel like he's broken after going out for a day? "
Yuzu Kumodera didn't quite understand, but she didn't care. She replied casually, "Maybe his brain is fried."
Yuzu Kumodera didn't know that her unintentional words were the truth. At the same time, Tang Hao, who had deliberately returned, didn't even bother to take off his clothes and directly lay down on the bed.
He desperately needed rest and sleep.
Maybe when he woke up tomorrow, he would have some kind of magic eye.
With such expectations, Tang Hao closed his eyes. But at the same time, he seemed to vaguely see a red shadow standing at the head of the bed.
Was it … an illusion?
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