People in the ninja world, start to recognize Uchiha Madara as a brother

A feast of flesh and blood is being staged in the Leaf Auditorium.

The original solemn auditorium has become a violent mourning hall.

Jiraiya looked around in panic, trying to find that handsome man with honey-colored skin, the man who claimed to be Heijue.

The crowd in the auditorium was agitated, and there was no sign of the man in Jilai.

Big drops of sweat kept oozing from Jiraiya's forehead, and even his breathing became disordered to the point of suffocation.

That person named Heijue... really dared to do it!
This postponed the revenge for two years, which is too much!
Although Jiraiya himself also thinks that what Tsunade did was wrong, but from Jiraiya's point of view, he thinks that men are not at a disadvantage in this regard, and they should not take revenge on women for this. Besides, Tsunade has indeed received the punishment he deserved in the past two years, and any amount of punishment would be too much!
Of course, Yan Bai's behavior is already very manly, and he never thinks that Yan Bai owes Tsunade anything, he thinks that both parties owe nothing to each other.

On the contrary, it was this nosy black man, he really went too far!
In just half a day, the hearts of everyone in Konoha were broken.

Yan Bai, where are you?Yan Bai...

He has never prayed for Yan Bai's quick return like now.

However, this is a meaningless prayer.

Today's situation is as if the blessings and luck accumulated by Konoha for many years suddenly reversed.

Konoha was lucky because of meeting Yan Bai, and fell into a desperate situation because of losing Yan Bai.

Let Zilai also deeply feel Yan Bai's terror.

But at this moment, Zilai also has no leisure to wait for Yan Bai's return, and Zilai has given up on relying on Yan Bai.

It is impossible not to resolve this situation as soon as possible.

Jiraiya looked back at the Konoha Auditorium, which was already like a purgatory, and heard the crazy voices of a group of mentally ill patients.

"Fuck you—"

"I am going to kill you!"

"Hack you!"

"hateful--"

"Go to hell--"

……

Jiraiya's ears were full of curse-like howls.

The group of crazy psychopaths held polished weapons, and you stabbed each other, making each other a bloody watering can.

Blood is flowing everywhere like a waterfall.

The blood-stained eyeballs and stumps are completely different from when their owners were alive.

The group of still moving things in front were still human in shape, but they could no longer be called living people.

they are dead...

Just being killed like this might be a good way to protect those normal people outside the Konoha Auditorium.

Because this group of people who have gone crazy now, even if they live, it is meaningless.

Obviously not alive, but still exist, that is the most painful thing.

Disappearing from this world is in line with nature.

Although all this happened, it was only a few seconds.

But time seems to be very slow, just like atherosclerosis, blood flows slowly.

They are merciless in the act of killing.

From the very beginning, even their own will and assertiveness disappeared.

Jiraiya stood sideways on the spot, thinking about how to save Tsunade, he avoided the group of crazy people around him, and tried his best to restore his depleted chakra.

Jiraiya looked indifferently at the cracked skin on the neck and the spurting of blood.

The flowing blood is the surest evidence of being alive.

No one would ask for death.

They are all victims...

Zilai also felt pain in his heart again.

Death, so dark and loathsome;
Death, so lonely and meaningless;
Death is something to be feared more than any setback.

Just because he couldn't imagine what unknown things he would face after death, he felt disgusted in his heart.

No matter what, Zilai has to save people first, he must put those lunatics behind him, don't think so much, the most important thing for him is to save Tsunade.

forget them, forget them, forget them...

Zilai was also constantly hypnotizing himself in his heart, he kicked away the lump of flesh at his feet.

The piece of meat hit the spider silk trap outside the stage, immediately divided into countless pieces, and fell down again, turning into finer pieces of flesh and blood.

The almost invisible thread, stained with half-coagulated blood, unexpectedly revealed its "true body" in the void.

Jiraiya narrowed his eyes, kicked something again, and continued to test. He needed to investigate the height and width of the trap to avoid it and save Tsunade.

Do not hesitate!

Zilai also said to himself.

These are not humans, don't care about them, don't think about them...

At this time, Heijue's ethereal and bewitching voice sounded from the void, as if he was singing a lullaby to a child.

"It's blooming, it's blooming..."

"Brilliant blood red sparkles with light and shadow, like a firework exchanging life for a moment of starry sky."

"Those tulip-like wounds line up, line up, line up, line up, red, white, yellow, no matter which flower they are, they are very beautiful."

"The fleeting flower has become eternal in my heart..."

……

Heijue's strange ballad has a cheerful melody and harmonious lyrics, but it brings Jiraiya back to the frightening reality.

Unable to bear it any longer, Jiraiya tremblingly looked towards the back of the Colosseum.

... The nervousness that Jiraiya had almost forgotten ran through his body.

The tension that can stretch every nerve makes Jiraiya inexplicably feel pain like skin.

Nervousness will bring him back to the state of fear, and it is the poison that makes his actions dull...

At the same time, it is also the trigger for Jiraiya to awaken like a superman.

stop--

Stop it!

Jiraiya's heart was crying in pain.

Jilaiye, who had calmed down at first, suddenly ignited a flame of anger in his heart, and shouted in a gloomy voice: "Heijue, you...you really dare to do it! Here is Yan Bai's Konoha, and here is the Konoha he has poured his heart and soul into. How dare you... make this place like this."