Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

"It's time to hit the road, brat." Yang Xiongye walked casually.

His prey was taken away, leaving him without fighting spirit.

"Are you talking about Haruna Sakura just now?" Itachi lowered his head and his voice was cold and majestic.

"Yeah, what's the matter?" Yang Xiongye didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all, he shrugged, and said lightly, "Just like you, you are a brat who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth."

"Where is she now?"

"Kid, do I need to answer your question? Are you already on the verge of death, or..." Yang Xiongye said disdainfully, but soon he shut his mouth obediently.

"You...you...are a ghost?" His voice trembled.

Terrifying majesty diffused in the cramped space, the lifeless Itachi with his head bowed down turned out to be frosty at the moment, his dark pupils were already filled with blood, and the ink-like Gouyu spun slightly.

"Where is she now?" Indifferent voice.

"Stop... stop pretending here!" Yang Xiongye breathed a little quickly.

The little devil who was tied to the reverse cross and hung high up looked like a demon crucified at this moment.

Although Yang Xiongye spoke nonsense, but his eyes were lowered obediently, not daring to meet his gaze.

"I don't want to ask the same question a third time!"

Yang Xiongye couldn't stop shivering, even if he was such a bastard who did all kinds of evil, the chills rushed into his head at this moment.

bang bang bang-

There was a crashing sound.

Then there was a dull landing sound.

Yang Xiongye raised his head with difficulty.

Instantaneous.

Spine chills!

The little ghost who was tightly bound by the hemp rope broke free at this moment, and walked step by step from the reverse cross, his blood-colored pupils shone with a sharp light that devoured people.

Is it a human or a ghost? !

Yang Xiongye broke out in cold sweat.

What the hell is this nine-year-old kid?

Which God of Plague did he provoke?

His mind was in a mess.

The sound of pressing footsteps was like the death knell of death.

Every hit is the countdown to death.

Yang Xiongye retreated instinctively, and then fell to the ground.

The atmosphere is depressing to suffocating.

now.

Shadows loom!

A strange force came along with the darkness.

Yang Xiongye was pinched by the neck and held up high.

Then he slammed into the wall hard!

A mouthful of thick orangutan blood rushed up his throat in an instant, and his falling sight reflected the little ghost with scarlet pupils.

The scene at this moment is extremely grotesque.

Itachi, who was not as tall as his shoulders, grabbed his neck with one hand and pressed him firmly against the wall.

"Say!"

An unquestionable voice, like a cold trial.

"Say...what are you talking about..."

Yang Xiongye spoke incoherently, fear creeping up in his heart.

Itachi didn't talk nonsense with him.

He smashed his head hard against the wall.

The blood immediately meandered down.

"Let me think about it...let me think about it!" Yang Xiongye grinned in pain.

It was like a storm rolled up in the clueless head.

What did he ask me?

what?

What exactly is it? !

correct!

That little girl, Sakurana Harutoki!

What's up with her?

quilt...

Was taken away by him!

Yang Xiongye frantically recalled in his mind.

"She was taken away by that guy, who is the mastermind behind Buddha Dog. He has been in control all these years, and I'm just the boss on the surface." Yang Xiongye panted with difficulty.

Itachi controlled his strength well and didn't cut off his neck immediately.

"Is he a ghost?"

"Yes...yes, he supports and controls the Buddha Dog so that we can catch prey for him and provide him with blood food. By the way, his name is Windmill. As for Sakura Naharu, she is probably...I'm afraid... "Yang Xiongye was about to speak but stopped.

windlass?

Itachi immediately remembered the words of Tsuruta Juichi, the Wisteria House, "The windlass...it calls itself the windlass..."

And the black hand of Buddha Dog is the chief culprit who personally caused the tragedy of the Tsuruta family.

trap...

Mist...

Everything is connected at this moment.

Itachi was speechless.

The strength in his hands increased a bit.

"He died a long time ago!" Yang Xiongye exhausted all his strength to spit out these words with difficulty.

For an instant.

The cramped space was filled with majestic chill.

Murder is like a knife cutting noodles.

Yang Xiongye almost thought that he was sure to die.

But the killing intent soon subsided.

Itachi threw him to the ground casually.

"Where is the boy who was with me?" He turned his back to Yang Xiongye.

"Go out...go out and turn left to the third forbidden room." Yang Xiongye held his neck and gasped for air.

"You'd better not think about running away."

Itachi picked up the Japanese sword and ninja bag that had been thrown in the corner, and hid himself in the darkness around the corner.

Yang Xiongye collapsed to the ground instantly in relief.

Looking up at the yellowed ceiling.

It looked like he had escaped from death.

horrible...

terrible!

......

The sky is backlogged with thick clouds, cutting off the falling silver moonlight

Stepping on the arch bridge across the river.

He came to a towering attic in the middle of the river.

Gently knock on the door made of mahogany.

moment.

The door opened by itself with a creaking sound.

There was a gloomy wind blowing towards us.

He swallowed.

Trembling forward.

Stepping on the winding stairs, he came to the top floor of the attic.

After the classical decoration, someone is overlooking the scenery in the river.

"My lord, the order has been brought." He plopped down on his knees, shivering uncontrollably.

"Understood, you go down."

The faint voice is a male voice.

"Obey, my lord." He immediately retreated respectfully as if he had been pardoned, closed the door, and immediately fled scrambling.

Man with hands behind his back.

His eyes went up and down to the sky.

The clouds under the night gradually dispersed, and the falling moonlight illuminated his rough face.

black hair.

Mottled blood streaks covered half of his face.

The following two characters are engraved in the golden pupils.

"It's really a headache."

he whispered.

......

tick tick-

Fine drops of water slid down the cracks above the head, revealing a dark and cramped walkway, with a dim electric light hanging at the end and beginning of the walkway.

Itachi looked serious.

A mess in my heart.

Sakura Naharu time.

That little girl who was the same age as him.

It is Itachi's first friend in this strange world.

Meet in the snowy season.

Separation in early spring, which is warm and cold.

Itachi clearly remembered that cold spring night.

He bids farewell to Chunshi.

He must embark on a journey to find Konoha.

They agreed to see each other next year when the snow fell heavily.

But it's not nearly March.

It was such a bolt from the blue when I heard her news again.

If what Yang Xiongye said is true.

In the hands of the evil spirits, she would have died long ago.

The tip of the ferret's nose was sore.

My heart was full of sorrow and sadness.

He stood still.

Thoughts are like a sea.

"Don't cry, this look is not good-looking, just be happy."

"No one is worth your tears, and the one who is worth your tears won't want you to cry."

"Speaking of which, there was a little girl who looked very similar to you not long ago. She was so intimidated and humiliated without even shedding a single tear."

......

in spring.

That silly girl.

Since then, I really never cried again.

"Why are you so stupid?" Itachi's voice was choked, and his heart was filled with the girl's voice and smile.

"Who's there?!" shouted sharply.

"Damn it! Someone has escaped!" Someone shouted in the distance.

Instant footsteps trembled.

About five people appeared in view.

They originally each guarded several forbidden rooms.

"Grab him!" someone yelled, rushing up.

Itachi lowered his eyes.

One hand knocked on the sun wheel knife at his waist.

"There is still hope..."

"There is still a glimmer of hope..."

"must..."

"It must be alive!" He raised his head sharply.

It's cold!

puff! !

The warm blood plasma was thrown into the air together with the wide-eyed head.

Itachi shuttled through the narrow passage like a ghost.

Reaping life like a god of death.

When sheathing the knife.

The first severed head rolled to the ground.

Then blood rained down!