Path of the Giants of the Autumn Path of the Leaf

The night in Jinghai was so quiet that it was suffocating, and everything you looked around was filled with darkness.

If you look up, it seems that there is a pair of eyes hidden behind every window in the darkness, staring at the outsiders visiting late at night.

But in fact, most of the people in Jinghai are not here.

Young and middle-aged people need to work in the middle of the night to make money and pick up some night jobs that others do not do in order to make ends meet.

Even though labor costs are high in Konoha, you can get a generous reward even if you just help harvest crops.However, this kind of work is usually not done by other remnants of the war. It is mostly taken over by genin or taken over by local villagers.

These people relied on Konoha to survive, but they were not doing well.

Most of them were orphans from other villages during the war, and there were also a few Konoha orphans who couldn't live alone.There is no other place that can accommodate these people except Konoha, so they can only stay in Konoha silently.

As for those who marry local villagers or become ninjas, they are a minority after all, and most of them are sparrows in the cold wind.

Only work like night time that no one wants to do can get their turn.But aside from the low price, Konoha is even stricter about nighttime rules and regulations.The place where they can work has almost been established.

In the shadow of Konoha's prosperity stood a group of tattered war orphans known as Night Ghosts.

Fortunately, Konoha's welfare is good, and there is no problem in finally having enough food and clothing.During the day, children run carefree on the streets without guards chasing them away.

Men and women are looking for capable jobs everywhere, working day and night to make money, just so that the next generation will not have to stay in the Sea of ​​Tranquility.

Jingle Bell!

A coin rolled down the slope. Akido Shuijing listened to the sound and stepped on it with a snap of his foot.

A thin figure walked out of the darkness, stopped five meters away from Qiudao Shuijing, and looked at him blankly.

His eyes had already adapted to the darkness, and Akimichi Shuijing recognized that it was a girl about the same age as himself.It was late at night, the surrounding temperature was a bit low in the summer night, and the other party was wearing shabby clothes.

His thin hands and feet were like reeds, and his face was abnormally pale.

But her eyes were calm, looking across the night, like a silent lake before a rainstorm.There was no look of fear or anger on her face, only calmness along with her eyes.

Qiudao Shuijing's throat surged, and she suddenly had the illusion that she should ask her name.

That's what he thought, but that's not what he asked.

"Is this coin yours?"

The girl nodded and shook her head before speaking.

"The old lady asked me to throw the coin down the slope after the candle went out. The first person to pick it up was the owner of the coin and told him that it was left to him by his parents."

After hesitating for a moment, Akimichi Shuijing picked up the coin at the bottom of his feet.The amount of information was a bit large, so he raised the coin in confusion and asked.

"Who is the ghost mother-in-law you are talking about?"

The thin girl stared at Akido Shuijing for a while, then turned around and said.

"plz follow me."

With the faint light, Akimichi Shuijing followed the girl into a shantytown built along the foot of the building.It's not too pungent, but has a faint smell of burning paper.

Soon Akimichi Suijing was brought to the innermost part, which was actually a room blocked by a curtain.The surroundings were very shabby, with almost no furniture.

An old woman sat on a chair with her head lowered, as if she was asleep.

Looking at the sleeping old woman with her head lowered, Qiu Dao Shuijing knew in her heart that this must be the ghost mother-in-law that the girl said.It is not an exaggeration to call the Sea of ​​Tranquility a sea of ​​suffering, and it is not surprising that some occult organizations have emerged.

When he was hesitating whether to wake her up, the girl next to him spoke.

"Ghost Granny is dead."

"What!" Qiudao Shuijing was startled, and he took a step back instantly.

"Just one minute before I tossed the coin, after the candle went out." The girl explained without any emotion, "The old lady used her life to divine the last prophecy."

The first reaction in Akidao Shuijing's mind was that it was ridiculous, and then he subconsciously touched the money in his pocket, thinking that the little money he had was not enough to deceive others.

"Well, what happened to my parents?"

When asking questions, Akimichi Shuijing was quietly accumulating strength. He had already made up his mind.Once the girl said some outrageous things about her parents being alive, she would immediately run away.

This time she went out late at night not for charity, but Akimichi Shuijing didn't care about being cheated out of some money.The problem was that he left in a hurry and came out with only some money, ready to find someone to try to see if he could buy loyalty.

It would be a shame to waste time and money on such a clumsy scam.

The surrounding light was dim, and through the shed, one could hear the high-pitched and low-pitched barking of dogs coming from the village not far away.The night was already deep, and Akimichi Shuijing and a girl were standing opposite each other.On the chair between the two of them sat a body that had recently expired.

The candles in the room had been extinguished, leaving only a faint smell of burning.

Weird rituals, dead old women.This reminded Akimichi Shuikage of the Evil God Cult that Hidan believed in. It seemed that such a terrifying and weird magic circle existed.

God truly exists in this world.

Whether it is the Immortal of Six Paths or the evil god who advocates killing, he is also the god of death believed in by the Kingdom of Whirlpool.They all seem to have left evidence of their existence in the world, and they also have a large number of believers.

But it is difficult to associate Akido Shuijing with God in the scene before him.

"Your parents gave this coin to the old lady before they died. This is a mask made from your blood when you were born. It connects to the pure land." The girl narrated calmly, like a gramophone left at the scene of a crime.

"Your mother, Fujinori, is a believer in the Death Cult. She followed the victims of the Uzumaki Country to escape to Konoha. After marrying your father, she gave birth to you, Akimichi Suikage."

Hearing this, Qiudao Shuijing was stunned.

After he came to this world, his original parents had passed away, and Akimichi Shuijing didn't dwell too much on the past of his original parents.From memory, I only know that my parents were jounin and left behind a large amount of property.

"Has your home been robbed recently?" The girl glanced sideways at him, her expression resembling that of a deceitful witch.

"The whole house has been demolished." Akimichi Shuijing sighed and said, "You want to say that someone is looking for the things my parents left behind, right?"

"Ah."

"What did you keep?"

"The Mask of Death."

"What?" Qiu Daoshuijing was shocked and subconsciously blurted out, "Impossible!"

The mask of the god of death has been hanging in the Uzumaki clan's ancestral hall not far from Konoha Forest. How could it be hidden in his own home?

Even in my own home, it has already been turned upside down.Now even the door has been demolished and it has become a flat ground.

"Why is it impossible? Isn't it just in your hand?" the girl said after glancing at the water mirror of Akidao.