Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

Chapter 44
"Who told you to escape! This will offend God's wrath!"

"We didn't escape. Yes. It was a big brother who saved us"

"And that's not a mountain god. It's a man-eating monster."

The sound of trembling and sobbing.

"nonsense!"

The adults are still relentless.

Itachi stood high in the forest and saw all this clearly.

He let out a long breath.

Feeling that the stupid people in the mountains are self-confident and arrogant.

It's no wonder that a little ghost who can touch blood ghosts can be honored as a mountain god, and has been dominating this place for so long.

All thanks to these poor people.

The scorching red light reflected on Itachi's immature face.

The burnt fragrance is overflowing.

clap clap-

The rustling of footsteps.

Someone came slowly.

Itachi stood up.

But there was no change in expression.

He looked at another ferret coming from the shadows.

nodded.

"give it to you."

He said.

Then disappeared.

Mami Itachi picked up a piece of barbecued rib meat, casually gnawed a couple of bites, and carefully picked up Chunshi, who had already fallen asleep.

I slept deeply.

The long eyelashes are shining with bits and pieces of light.

Itachi took a deep breath.

Go down the mountain.

through rolling mountains.

about an hour or so

A wooden house appeared at the end of the path under the moon and stars.

Itachi watched from a distance.

A faint smile appeared on his hard face.

——Grandpa Linlong, I'm back.

The stars and the moon are getting thinner.

There are a few touches of white belly in the distant sky.

On the silent mountain.

There are nearly ten people around.

Adults and children are different.

There was a lot of discussion around a pile of horizontally accumulated rocks.

Their eyes fell on the corpse of a monster with two heads.

"What a sin!"

"The so-called mountain god turned out to be such an ugly monster!"

"We are so confused!"

"Poor those children! We killed them with our own hands!"

The crowd beat their chests and stamped their feet.

About a year ago, strange things happened here suddenly. Whenever night fell, adults and children would disappear mysteriously. This was the case in several villages in the mountains.

This situation lasted for half a month.

On a dark and windy day.

Tremors in the mountains.

A five-meter-long, rock-like giant emerged from the ground. He called himself a mountain god and required every village to perform sacrifices every month.

The sacrifices are men and women younger than the age.

If not.

He will be furious at everyone.

The people living in the mountains and isolated from the world have never seen this world before. They were all frightened and frightened, offering sacrifices in a hurry to appease the wrath of the gods.

Now that the so-called mountain god is just a hideous monster, and he is completely dead, everyone is furious and heartbroken.

Several young children shrank behind the adults.

Staring timidly at the monster's body.

The figure like electricity flashed in his mind.

"Who are you?!"

Suddenly someone shouted.

All eyes were drawn to the past.

On the way to the mountain.

A strange figure was standing there.

He wears a white beast mask.

The inside is lined with black tights, the outside is a white overalls, and behind him is a sheathed long knife.

He has no words.

Stand in place like a sculpture.

"Outsider, you are not welcome in this place! Leave now!"

"You didn't hear me talking to you, did you?! Deaf?!"

Someone shouted loudly.

Available in the next second.

A black light flew past.

Then there was a snort.

"you you."

The sound of sobbing weakened.

Blood poured out of his throat, he grabbed the sharp kunai, trembling all over, then staggered and fell down, dying in pain.

"kill"

"Killed!"

A violently trembling voice.

Everyone in the group showed panic, and their entire body was filled with aversion to cold.

The children were even more frightened and unable to stand.

fell to the ground.

The murderer came slowly.

Everyone dared not make any moves.

His eyes flew away.

On the dead two-headed monster.

The first ray of dawn fell.

His body began to flow away like yellow sand.

"Does anyone know who did it?" He looked at everyone.

Everyone was in a cold sweat.

The soaring murderous aura cut on them like a knife blade.

"I don't know."

It was an elderly fellow who spoke.

In his own village, he can be regarded as a somewhat prestigious clan elder.

The moment the sound landed.

The long knife cut his throat.

In a hoarse and distorted voice.

Another body in the boulders.

"Does anyone know?" he said flatly.

"It's a child about my age." A child stood up tremblingly with the courage he didn't know where.

"Oh, really? What exactly does it look like?"

"It's too dark. I didn't see it clearly. I just remember wearing a forehead protector on my forehead, and there seems to be a pattern of leaves carved in the middle."

"understood."

muted voice.

"Leave us alone."

Someone begged for mercy.

Some people even knelt down.

But the guy wearing the beast mask didn't waver at all. He held the long knife with blood dripping down, as if he was thinking about something.

"Fight!"

Someone gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

What greeted him was an extremely cold knife light.

Blood sprayed.

The head was thrown two meters high before falling down.

"We won't say anything! Please spare us!"

Bang bang bang kowtow.

Incessantly.

Holding his forehead, he said coldly, "I'm sorry, I always cut grass and roots."

then.

Blood rained.

Corpses are everywhere.

He shook off the flesh and blood adhering to the blade, looked up at the sun that was only half emerging from the sky, and said earnestly.

"Itachi-kun, you have caused me a lot of trouble again."

"Good morning! Sensei Ryotaki!" The boy in haori with Ichimatsu pattern and sun ring earrings walked out of the room slowly.

"Hush—" the old man wearing a tengu mask put his index finger in front of his mouth.

"Itachi just came back not long ago. He hasn't rested all night. He just fell asleep. Keep your voice down, don't wake him up."

"Oh." Tanjirou immediately lowered his voice.

"Breakfast is ready, let's go and eat." Zuo Jinci cautiously opened the door, and the sunlight poured in instantly.

He walked away with his hands behind his back.

Behind him, Tanjiro followed with his breakfast in hand.

Get a little farther away.

The two chatted.

"Mr. Ryotaki, how is Itachi?" Tanjiro asked while feasting.

It's been almost a week since we last parted.

It killed many ghosts during this week.

Even the king of ghosts, Oni Wu Tsuji, had a chance encounter.

After that, there is the ghost with drums all over his body.

Think carefully.

Tanjiro remembered the guy wearing the wild boar headgear again, met on a narrow road, and chased and killed him all afternoon to avenge Fuji's attack on the mountain.

"It's nothing, it's the same as before." Zuo Jin looked up at Chaoyang for the first time.

"That's good." Tanjiro held his round belly.

"The world is not peaceful recently, Tanjiro, when you go out to perform missions, you have to guard against ghosts as well as people. Sometimes people's hearts are scarier than ghosts." Rinaki Sakinji said with complicated eyes.

"Yeah." Tanjiro nodded.

"I have something to tell you."

"Teacher, please speak."

"Itachi has already formed a pillar." Zuo Jinci said softly.

(End of this chapter)