Konoha: At the beginning of the game, she fooled Itachi in women's clothing (Konoha: I fooled I

"Curse ritual, start."

Fei Duan didn't seem to feel the slightest bit of pain, he let the blood slip from his body, and laughed without fear, wantonly.

"Well, it must be very painful."

Looking forward at Tao Di who was lying on the ground without cutting, Fei Duan pulled out a sharp black thorn from his robe like a magic trick.

"What... what's going on."

There was a strong smell of blood between his lips and teeth, and he didn't try to force himself to feel the severe pain all over his body.

He is good at silent killing technique, and he knows the human body like the back of his hand, so he can easily judge that every wound corresponds to the injury he just caused on the opponent.

His memory will never be wrong, the one who was injured should be that guy!

"Did you feel a deep pain and weakness?"

Looking at the man who was dripping with blood all over his body and stood up in front of him with the support of the beheading sword, Fei Duan laughed wildly, and threw the blood scythe again.

Boom!

The beheading sword slashed through the blood scythe, and with a ferocious growl, he rushed to Fei Duan with all his strength and slashed past Fei Duan.

The tooth-sick rubbing sound reverberated, and the beheading knife was embedded in Fei Duan's waist, but due to excessive blood loss, it got stuck in the gap between the bones, making it difficult to move forward.

puff--

In the next instant, a handful of scorching blood mist burst out from the side that did not cut again.

Coughing up blood, the image of Fei Duan in front of him gradually blurred in his vision.

The moment he fell forward, his eyes widened with anger, and relying on what little consciousness he had left, he straightened his body, raised his palm and swung towards Fei Duan.

"Will... die?"

Consciousness became more and more blurred, and the powerless palm hit Fei Duan's chest, leaving a bloodstain.

With a morbid smile on his face, Fei Duan raised the long black thorn high and stabbed heavily towards his heart.

"Get ready, what's next, it's going to hurt...

Hehehe...hahahahahaha..."

Kakashi, who barely managed to get a breather from Kakuzu's hand, saw the whole process, and shouted in shock:

"No more cuts!!"

The distance between the two was too far, and he didn't have enough time to save the black thorn before it pierced his heart.

The most important thing is that even if it is saved, it is meaningless. Only then did he recall the previous scene from his memory a few years ago.

"Be careful, it's best not to let him get your blood."

When Rin faced the powerful ninja who claimed to be a god, he did not forget to remind them.

The two figures gradually overlapped, and he said with trembling lips:

"You...you are Tang Yin's Fei Duan."

The heavy self-blame in his heart was like a heavy mountain, weighing Kakashi out of breath.

It was all because he failed to recall the identity of the other party in time, so that Fei Duan got blood that would never be cut again, which caused the situation that he was struggling to support, to suddenly turn around.

It's him, if you kill him, don't kill him.

Back then, it was his mistake that led to Obito's sacrifice. In order not to let him bear the burden of killing his teammates, Lin took the initiative to meet the thundering thunder in his palm...

Now, more than ten years later, he has not made any progress.

one meter.

half a meter.

A quarter.

……

The spike was getting closer and closer to Hidan's own heart, Kakashi stared blankly, as if he was dumbfounded.

The arc of the corner of his mouth became more and more open, and Fei Duan stabbed down forcefully, intoxicated by the wind chant that sounded at an unknown time.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

……

A full four or five seconds passed, and the painful feeling that made his whole body tremble did not appear.

"Are you here, waiting for dawn?"

It sounded a little familiar, but a cold female voice that I couldn't remember where I heard it sounded in my ears.

Before he could respond, there was a sudden severe pain in his abdomen, and only the sound of howling wind was left in his ears. Fei Duan was thrown heavily for dozens of meters, and fell into the water like a rag bag.

A column of water more than ten meters high was thrown out of the water, and Zabuzhan, who had lost too much blood and passed out, suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, no matter how tenacious his will was, he could not stop him from letting out a hoarse roar of pain:

"Ahhhh-"

Do I still have to bear the pain in my lifetime after I'm dead? !

Shock and incomprehension were written all over his face.

In the next second, the fair and clean calf came into view, and he walked forward without haste.

"Wearing ninja shoes, the legs should still be a young girl."

Subconsciously starting to analyze in his heart, he shook his head helplessly.

I don't know which girl from Ninja Village died at this flowery age, it's so pitiful.

Men usually use a common operation. When they see feet and legs, their eyes will automatically move up without the brain even conveying the order.

Ruthless and ruthless, his heart is as cold as his blood, no matter how hard he cuts, he can't escape this instinct.

Of course, in the past, he could forcibly divert his gaze after reaching a certain height with his will, but since everyone was dead, he relaxed a lot, and no longer tightened that string.

ankle;

calf;

thigh;

fluttering skirt;

Inside……

Wait, never seen white boxers?

"Mr. Don't Kill, Excuse me, is it good-looking?"

In someone's words, there was a hint of anger that was hard to hide in the calmness.

"Is my uncle's fame spread to the world after death?"

There was a thought in his mind, and he shook his head subconsciously, with a trace of disappointment in his eyes that couldn't be concealed.

Didn't look at anything, do you think it looks good?

The line of sight began to move up again.

He was still very interested in the first dead person he encountered in the afterlife.

After all, this is also a kind of fate.

Well, because of the fate of seeing a ghost for the first time, if I have spare energy in the future, I can cover this little girl for a time or two, so that she will be less bullied by other ghosts.

He raised his head subconsciously, and then subconsciously propped his arms on the ground.

Little white hands on hips;

a chest flatter than myself;

There was also a pretty little face staring at him.

"It can be seen that she is angry, but the angry expression is also very cute."

Feeling more and more sorry for the girl's death, the cold and hard lines on his face gradually softened.

After observing the people, it's time to check the surrounding situation.

His gaze swept across slowly, and Zabuzhan's expression gradually changed.

The trees behind, the bloodstains on the ground, the dam not far away...

Why is it so familiar?

Reappearance of previous scenes?

No more beheading, his expression became more and more puzzled.

And slow!

before death?

He sensed something was wrong.

The world after death, the sound of the wind, the smell of blood, and the beheading sword, isn't it a bit too real?

His brain fell into an extremely brief downtime, and his disbelieving expression was mixed with a hint of sudden realization:

"My lord, it seems that he is not dead!"

Since she didn't die, the girl in front of her who I thought was a ghost...

On the cute little face above, the cherry-like mouth opened and closed. Zabuza, who was proficient in lip reading, muttered two words:

"abnormal?"