Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

Chapter 52
Darkness poured down wantonly from the zenith.

Night is like a curtain.

Itachi stood at the narrow entrance of the tunnel.

Frowning.

Eyes stretched out.

Miner's lamps are suspended one after another in the tunnel supported by wooden frames.

There are constantly disgraced men dragging the rock and soil back.

The passing moment.

You can clearly see the dark pupils.

And the markings like eyes on the wrist.

On both sides of the tunnel stood fierce-looking supervisors, waving sticks in their hands, cursing and telling them pigs not to be lazy.

Even looking at Itachi's eyes showed a trace of disdain.

The tunnel is extremely deep.

There is no end in sight.

To and fro are men dumping rock and soil and continuing to dig.

Itachi looked serious.

The so-called convenience construction of the senior management of Quanxia Town does not seem to be able to produce economic value in anyone's eyes.

Don't have to say why.

It seems to lead to some unknown place.

And according to Itachi's understanding.

Tunnel work is drawing to a close.

It may be finished in two days.

He raised his eyes to the dark sky.

The stars and the moon are hidden.

The clouds are like towering black mountains.

The extreme north of the city.

The teaching site of Wanshi Bliss Sect.

In front of the towering tower.

Standing a thin figure.

Dusty.

He is dressed in white feathers.

The face is handsome.

But he looked exhausted.

He had been on the run for a whole day and night.

Seeing as there is a chance to escape this damn town.

But the police officer who turned black and white blocked all the only entrances and exits.

He understands.

Quanxia town started a general martial law.

Just for him?
The boy clenched his fists.

My heart is full of grief and resentment.

He obviously didn't do anything!

why.
Why did you become a wanted shit!
He has nowhere to go.

The only relative is Shinichi Nagasawa.

A wildly unreliable fellow, cowardly and best at bragging.

If you find him, someone like him will probably hand him over to the bullshit police station immediately!
The young man's body trembled slightly, and he walked towards the towering tower with strides.

In the grand hall, there are ancient Buddhas with green lamps, and pious believers can be seen everywhere, half kneeling on the futon and praying silently.

"I'm looking for the leader of Tongmo."

"Please come with me." An old woman stepped forward and led him up the spiral staircase to the top of the tower.

This is the only place he thinks he can go, and there is the only person he thinks is reliable.

The leader of Tongmao.

The magic stick in the mouth of that old guy Nagasawa Shinichi.

But no matter what.

He is also the only one willing to listen to his troubles.

The top of the spiral staircase.

A place of tranquility and majesty.

A rug sewn with golden thread.

The young man left with a pious and teachable heart.

Knock on the door.

There was a lazy yawn.

door.

Open at the sound.

Sandalwood hits the face.

At the end of the long blood-red carpet is a dazzling high seat.

The man with colorful pupils propped his face on one hand, looking down at him indifferently.

"You're here again, Nagasawa Genkai."

"Master." Nagasawa Yuankai half-knelt devoutly.

"I heard that you killed someone recently, right?" Tong Mo said flatly.

"No! My lord!" Nagasawa Yuankai hastily defended.

"But you're already wanted."

"I didn't! The murderer was a man-eating monster!" Nagasawa Genkai shook his head.

"Really?" Tong Mo smiled indifferently.

"At that time, the tunnel construction shift was changing. When I returned home, I heard screams in an alleyway. I thought that someone might be in trouble and wanted to see if I could help, but...but" Nagasawa Yuankai wanted to say And stop, looking a little flustered.

"I saw a monster-like guy swallowing a middle-aged man alive!"

"His upper and lower jaws are open to a height of half a meter!"

"Sounds quite interesting." Tong Mo propped his face, still smiling indifferently.

"Interesting?" Nagasawa Yuanhai was taken aback.

"Are you saying it's funny?" He couldn't believe it.

In his opinion, Master Tong Mo has always been a person who is willing to listen, and he can make judgments on anything without any selfish emotions.

But right now.

When it was so cruel, it became interesting to his ears?
"Isn't it interesting?" Tong Mo suddenly laughed strangely.

Nagasawa Genkai's expression suddenly changed.

Anxiety spread wildly in my heart.

He scratched his thigh with ten fingers, and there was a sudden cool wind behind him.

The door opened.

A black shadow was stretched extremely long by the dim light.

next second.

cover him.

The grinning laughter followed like a shadow.

"Are you talking about him?" Tong Mo leaned out, and looked playfully at the frightened teenager half kneeling on the ground.

"he?"

Nagasawa Genkai lowered his head.

Confused.

The black shadow started to move, constantly zooming in before his eyes.

The sound of pattering footsteps knocked on my ears.

Like the whisper of death.

"Little ghost, long time no see."

hoarse voice.

A yellow robe fell into his eyes.

Nagasawa Genkai raised his eyes tremblingly.

The moment they met his eyes.

A bottomless silence enveloped him.

Nagasawa Genkai's lips trembled.

I am speechless.

On the yellow robe covered with mandala patterns is a face that is so fair that it is almost monstrous.

thin lips.

Slender eyes.

A bit of a sarcastic smile.

It was the instigator of the tragedy Nagasawa Yuanhai witnessed that night.

He tugged at the muscles in his throat.

Instead, it opened its huge mouth half a meter wide just like that night.

Thorn-like tusks are densely covered in it.

Nagasawa Yuanhai lost all thoughts.

Fear flowed through his body like blood.

He stiffened.

The body only trembled instinctively.

soon.

Nagasawa Yuanhai's eyes darkened.

Passed out.

The ghost with the bloody mouth immediately sneered.

Pick him up like a chicken.

Grinding his sharp teeth, thinking about how to devour him.

Tong Mo watched from afar.

His indifferent gaze fell on the eye mark on the boy's wrist.

He frowned.

speak up.

"This little devil's head can't be eaten, he exists as a sacrifice."

"What are you thinking, old guy?" The familiar and unbeatable voice rang in my ears.

But Nagasawa Shinichi unexpectedly did not quarrel with him.

He escaped from his long memory.

He smiled dryly.

No words.

Fukui Wanyan was taken aback.

"Miss your grandson?"

Seeing that Nagasawa Shinichi was still silent, he said to himself again.

"Don't think so much."

"Your grandson is definitely not a murderer. Even if he has been taken to prison, so what, your grandson is innocent."

"don’t worry."

He patted Shinichi Nagasawa on the shoulder.

The latter let out a long breath.

Complex eyes.

the other side.

Aya Hoshino huddled in a corner, her immature face stared blankly at the wooden box placed there, and a silly head poked out.

She poked her face cautiously.

See no response.

Just started pinching it.

"Nezuko."

"Her name is Nezuko."

"It's my sister."

Tanjiro squatted in front of the wooden box, looking at Aya Hoshino with a big smile on his face.

Itachi folded his arms.

Through the window pane.

Staring at the vast night.

dong dong dong-

There was a loud knock on the door.

Go through the hall.

fall on everyone's ears.

The atmosphere instantly froze.

Everyone frowned.

The spontaneous thoughts coincided with each other.

Fukui Wanyan watched carefully through the crack of the door.

Then came the dim lights.

faintly visible.

A figure stood in the dark night.

Fukui Wanyan's gaze continued to move forward.

when it landed on that face.

His pupils dilated dramatically.

next second.

The door was pierced.

A veiny arm wrapped in a gray robe grabbed his neck.

Nagasawa Nobu's expression changed.

Stand up suddenly.

(End of this chapter)