Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

Chapter 48
wake up in the morning.

Wisps of light hang down from the skylight.

Itachi covered his eyes with his hand.

Sit up slowly.

Look around.

It's quite a spacious space.

Due to the sudden incident.

The room was temporarily cleaned up by the old man last night. It is usually used as a warehouse, and there is still a thin layer of dust in some places.

Tanjiro was still fast asleep.

sideways.

There was a faint smile on his face.

It must have been a sweet dream.

Itachi left cautiously.

Open the door.

is a familiar figure
The gray-haired old man sat in front of the door and stared blankly at the pedestrians on the long street.

"Good morning, Grandpa." Itachi greeted politely.

After a night of getting along, it seems that the old man has no malicious intentions for the time being.

"Oh, I'm awake." The old man glanced back at him.

"I want to ask you something." Itachi walked to his side.

"Go ahead."

"Do you know a person named Fujiwara Sako?" Itachi said the purpose of this trip.

"Fujiwara Soko!" The old man looked thoughtful.

"Yeah." Itachi nodded.

"I don't know." The old man smiled.

Itachi's mouth twitched stiffly.

"Although the town is not big, there are still 1 people. No matter how long I live as an old man, I can't know everyone." The old man waved his hand.

Itachi was noncommittal.

He watched the flow of people on the street.

Thoughts were racing.

Recalling the scene when I arrived in Quanxia Town for the first time yesterday, it is completely different from this moment.

Itachi looked at every figure coming and going.

Although crowded.

But everyone looked listless.

One by one was depressed.

Especially young adults.

He looked lifeless.

Look carefully.

An eye-like symbol can also be seen on their wrists.

Like some kind of special symbol.

"Every worker who participated in the tunnel project will be branded with such a mark, without exception." The old man seemed to have insight into Itachi's mind, and whispered.

"The tunnel works in two shifts. It started half a year ago and has never stopped. It is said that it will be completely completed in two days. By then, Quanxia Town may really recover." The old man sighed, his voice a bit bleak.

Itachi looked at him.

Look at the empty house again.

Involuntarily frowned.

"Oh, look who is here!" The old man sitting on the bench suddenly stood up, with a faint smile on his wrinkled face.

"old man!"

Someone is coming.

Wearing a sea-blue haori kimono, with gray hair and a long beard, he looks like a fairy.

"Long time no see! Nagasawa!" The old man opened his arms.

The two hugged each other in front of the door and patted each other on the back.

A sense of sight of reuniting old friends.

"Fukui, your grandson is so old!" The old man called Nagasawa glanced at Itachi standing by the door from the corner of his eye.

The latter's face darkened.

With a low face.

My heart was overwhelmed.

"Immortal! Your memory is getting worse and worse! I don't have any grandchildren!" Fukui joked.

"Oh, look at my memory, what about your son? Why didn't you see him?" Nagasawa looked around the room.

Fukui remained silent.

The face full of smiles froze at a speed visible to the naked eye.

half an hour.

He smiled stiffly.

Itachi was thoughtful.

He guessed that the old man, who was called Fukui, had heirs, but had been forcibly recruited into the tunnel project, and probably died there.

"Don't talk about this." Fukui's voice seemed to be ten years older.

"How is your kendo hall now? Has it closed down?"

"You can just hope I order it, and it's still driving!" Nagasawa frowned.

"Is it still open? How can you persist until now with your trivial skills?" Fukui said, shaking his head, "The town is really in decline, and I can be confused by your bullshit kendo for so long!"

"Fukui!" Nagasawa put on an angry look. "When I was young, I was an all-powerful swordsman!"

"Almost done." Fukui snorted.

"We've been friends for so many years. It's okay for you to deceive children with your kendo, but it's far from enough to deceive me."

The two of you speak to me.

Compete against each other.

The sound quickly awakened Tanjiro from his sleep, he rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned profusely.

"Itachi, you woke up so early." Tanjiro stretched his waist.

"Good morning, grandpa." Then he said politely.

He remained polite to the two old urchins who woke him up.

"Fukui, why are there two more babies in your house?" Nagasawa frowned.

"Outsiders, I have something to do here in Quanxia Town. Let them stay overnight yesterday."

"Is that so?" Nagasawa's voice paused, and then he became enthusiastic, "Do you want to learn kendo with me?"

"Nagasawa!!" Fukui really wanted to slap him on the forehead.

The two old urchins started arguing with each other again.

It's as if they were born to be enemies.

But sympathetic to each other.

Nagasawa's full name is Nagasawa Shinichi.

The person whose surname is Fukui, his full name is Fukui Wanyan.

After the weasels hadtily finished their breakfast.

Then he said goodbye to the two old men.

The purpose of this trip is to find Fujiwara Sako.

Both of them want to end and leave this isolated place as soon as possible.

Being here always makes them feel uncomfortable.

The streets are bustling.

But there was little conversation.

Everyone was in a hurry.

The atmosphere is dignified and depressing.

go all the way.

Tanjiro asked many people for information about Fujiwara Sako, but all the replies he got were shaking their heads mechanically, and some were even unwilling to stop.

Leave without saying a word.

This small town exudes a strong dead air.

Obviously, the flow of people is like weaving.

But there is no warmth or warmth in the slightest.

insensitive.

It's like being born a machine.

go further.

The figures gradually faded away.

"Stop!"

Indifferent voice.

More than ten meters away, a man in a black uniform with a cold face folded his hands on his chest, pulling a yellow cordon behind him.

Several well-dressed men were surrounding an alley to investigate something.

preliminary observations.

Most of them are police officers from Quanxia Town.

Tanjiro was carrying the wooden box.

The opened nostrils smelled a faint smell of blood.

Itachi looked very far.

Through the seam.

He clearly saw the coagulated blood crawling on the yellow walls of the alley.

"Human Blood" Tanjiro looked serious.

Even though the blood had been solidified, he could still smell the smell of blood that only belonged to human beings after an unknown period of time.

"Let's go." Itachi said softly.

"Itachi, there may be ghosts in Quanxia Town." The two turned and left.

"Yeah." Itachi nodded.

From what Fukui Wanyan said last night, he judged that there was probably a ghost in Quanxia Town, and the most suspicious one was undoubtedly the so-called Ten Thousand Worlds Bliss Sect.

Itachi's eyes are deep.

preoccupied
(End of this chapter)