Hokage: Otsutsuki Hamura, it turned out to be my teacher

Commander Xuanwu looked at the dead man in surprise. The dead man was actually defeated. Moreover, the appearance of the dead man did not seem to be a living person. Commander Xuanwu frowned. He had long realized that something was wrong with the dead man, but he was not sure. Now he saw Looking at a dead man, I really feel the breath of death from his body. Is he really still a dead man?An idea came to Commander Xuanwu's mind.

Although he couldn't believe it, Commander Xuanwu knew that this was very likely to be true. This dead man was really not a living person. The island owner of Xiandao was omnipotent, even to resurrect the dead. Commander Xuanwu believed that their island owner also had the power to do anything. of this ability.

Su Weifeng looked at the opponent in front of him. There was no blood under the cracked skin of the dead man. This was too abnormal. Suddenly, a vague gray aura came from the dead man's body. This breath The aura was decaying and dark. Su Weifeng knew that this was the time of death. When fighting in the mountains and forests, Su Weifeng had felt this aura in many animals and people. Without exception, these animals and people were all decayed corpses.

It's just that Su Weifeng couldn't see this gray aura at that time, but now after activating the divine body, he can see it clearly. Through previous experiences, Su Weifeng knew that this was the death aura. In this way, this The man is a dead man.

This conclusion shocked Su Weifeng. A good person turned out to be a dead person, and the person he fought so fiercely with just now turned out to be a dead person. This shocked Su Weifeng. There are technologies that can resurrect the dead in various countries. They are all researching it, but no country has researched it yet. They didn't expect that this man turned out to be a dead person.

Although Su Weifeng guessed this, there was still no way to be sure. After all, this kind of thing was a bit too unbelievable.

The dead man's blank eyes gradually became brighter, and there were many pictures in his mind. He remembered that the era he lived in did not belong here. He was a powerful master at the time and was loved by others, but he The city was attacked by the enemy. As a master, he couldn't watch such a thing happen, but the enemy he faced was too strong.

He knew that he and the enemy were not on the same level at all, but he still rushed forward without hesitation. He knew that he would die, but he could not escape. He was a master. A master cannot be humiliated, and he could not survive humiliation. He would rather fight. Even if I die, I don't want to be a deserter.

He fell, surrounded by crying people, and the crazy smiles of the enemy riding on the mountain. For them, this was just a hunt, and the prey was the residents of their own city. Their own strength was in front of them. Vulnerable, in the last scene of his life, he saw his wife running towards him again, but before she could reach him, she was overtaken by a knight from behind and chopped to the ground.

Her wife fell in a pool of blood, but she still stretched out her arm towards him, trying to hold him. He wanted to hold his wife's hand, but his consciousness began to blur. He knew that he was going to die, and his He was unwilling to be with his wife, but he had no choice...

I don’t know how long has passed, days, years, or hundreds of years?He couldn't remember clearly. He seemed to hear a voice ringing in his ears. He couldn't understand what the voice said, but he could understand what the person meant. He asked himself to go with him. To take revenge, to kill.

The memory after that was very blurry, and his mind seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep, but he knew that his body was not asleep, as if it had become a machine designed for killing, killing non-stop, this was all he had.

Although his consciousness was asleep, he knew that he was not saved, but was resurrected by someone using secret methods, and that person resurrected himself to become a killing machine. He was a chivalrous and righteous master in life, but after his death, he was killed for no reason. Having caused so much killing, he knew that many innocent people had died in his own hands, which made him feel pain in his heart. He turned out to be the person he resented.

But he just couldn't wake up, and he had been so confused. Until now, his body was on the verge of being broken, and his consciousness seemed to have recovered like a flashback.

In the shock of everyone, the dead man suddenly stretched out his palm, pointed it like a knife, and pierced his chest. This caused more and faster cracks in his body, but the dead man didn't care about it at all. It was as if this was not his own body at all.

Many people present screamed, wondering what happened to the dead man, why did he still commit suicide?

I saw the dead man's hand inserting into his body, as if he had grabbed something, and grabbed it out.

"Ah? He pulled out his heart." A voice screamed.

"Is he crazy?" asked another.

"Madman, this is a madman."

"Does he think he died too slowly?"

......

"No, look, that's not the heart..." A scream came out.

Su Weifeng and others were all staring at the dead man closely. At this time, they also saw what was in his hand. They saw the dead man slowly opening his palm. There was not a drop of blood in his palm, but a ping pong. The ball-sized black ball looks like crystal, emitting a faint black luster.

The dead man looked at the black ball in his hand, and for the first time a look of anger appeared on his face. He knew that it was this thing. It was this thing that made him become a human or a ghost. It was this thing that he should have rested in. Let yourself not have peace, let yourself become a living dead, and you are what you are now because of it.

The dead man glanced angrily at the people around him. He knew that these people were evil people who were helping others to commit evil. If he had been in the past, he would have killed them quickly, but he knew that he no longer had the strength and it was time for him to leave. This time there will be complete rest.

The dead man finally looked at Su Weifeng. He knew that this young man was different from them. Although this young man seemed crazy, he was full of righteousness. Looking at him was like looking at his former self, which made him It feels sincerely cordial.

"Young man, you are very strong. The greater your ability, the greater your responsibility..." the dead man said to Su Weifeng.

Su Weifeng was stunned when he heard this. How could this sentence sound so familiar? Moreover, those who heard this sentence seemed to have no good ending in the end. Thinking of the black lines on Su Weifeng's head, Su Weifeng felt it from his words. , this man is a person with stories, and he feels that this man is like an ancient hero, and that the injustice of the world is their responsibility. Although he disagrees, Su Weifeng still admires this man.

"Who are you and what's going on?" Su Weifeng asked doubtfully.

The dead man wanted to say something, but found that he didn't even have the strength to speak. He knew his body very well.

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