[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

This section of the creek is not long, and it only takes about twenty steps to reach the bottom. The lower reaches, like the upper reaches, use bamboo fences to surround the yard. The bamboo wind flows and the water flows, creating a leisurely Zen feeling.

Feng Lan glanced at the fence, then suddenly said "Huh", turned to Weasel and said, "Brother, look, the aqueduct at this end is not blocked by a fence."

Itachi nodded, let go of Feng Lan's hand, and stepped forward to check. He squatted on the shore, leaned down, and stretched out his hand to explore the edge of the cave entrance. He stood up, looked back, and said to Feng Lan: "It was violently torn apart from the inside." Before Feng Lan could continue to ask for details, Itachi continued to explain, "The fence is made of the bamboo that extends from the fence frame, and The bamboo fence is a whole and cannot be removed. The fracture between the fence and the fence was cut with a sharp weapon, with the cut facing inward and the knife facing outward. It can be inferred that it was made by someone inside the house. Moreover, the knife edge It was messy, with many cuts in some places, and violent breakage in other places without cutting; it can be seen that the person who demolished the fence had no previous experience, and the situation at the time must have been quite urgent, and the person was emotionally unstable."

When Itachi speculated, Feng Lan also walked over and took a closer look, and it turned out to be exactly what Itachi said. She was confused, lowered her head and pondered for a moment, then looked up and asked: "What happened at that time? Could this be the reason why this place became the haunted house that everyone in Jiyuan Village talks about?"

Itachi naturally couldn't answer this question.

Feng Lan also thought hard.

The cold wind was blowing, blowing the unbroken snowflakes on the branches on the ground, as if the sudden snowfall had returned and the fireworks were brilliant. Feng Lan was stunned by the snow blowing, and could not help but brush her face with her sleeves. When she turned her head, she suddenly saw that the white snow on the other side, which was as high as a ridge, was swept away by the strong wind, revealing the withered honeysuckle vine branches and shrubs below. Half of the statues of Jizo are climbing in clusters.

Feng Lan was a little concerned. Although Ksitigarbha statues were not uncommon, it was a bit strange to appear in a private house. Besides, in folk beliefs, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was the patron saint of children who died in infancy. Parents often put the birthday of their children who died in infancy on their statues. The scarf is tied on the Ksitigarbha statue, asking Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva to protect the child’s soul. Combined with the experience of the ancient house, it feels quite scary to think about it. So Feng Lan looked over there a few more times.

But just by looking at it, she couldn't help but be stunned. The snow-covered statue of Jizo actually showed a faint yellowish color, like a piece of old and yellowed paper.

Feng Lan's eyes lit up and she rushed over there.

The stream was only more than one meter wide, so Feng Lan jumped and reached the other side. She came to the Ksitigarbha statue and reached out to sweep away the snow covering the statue. On the Ksitigarbha statue, the seal of "Tatsuda Four" is clearly visible.

Feng Lan was overjoyed, turned around and smiled at Weasel who was following her: "Look, this is probably like trying to find a place after wearing iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort at all, right?"

As she said this, without thinking, she tore off the "Tatsumi Four" so quickly that Itachi had no time to stop it.

But at this moment, a cold current flowed into her fingertips as the seal was torn open, and traveled through her body like a broken bamboo. A biting coldness swept through her spiritual consciousness like a swaying boat, bobbing on the sea of ​​the dead. The howling wind and rain were filled with the unwilling roar of resentful spirits, swallowing up her small and helpless body in an instant.

"Feng Lan!——"

She heard Itachi's voice coming from far away, and he was calling her name anxiously. Feng Lan struggled hard, but couldn't shout a word. Then, her consciousness fell into chaos...

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"Sickness, sickness, go away quickly

Sick people, reduced to bones and only skin left

If you don't leave, I'll peel off your skin and make new clothes.

Sickness, sickness, go away quickly

Sick people, their eyes are swollen from crying and their hair is falling out

If she doesn't leave, I'll take your head off to coax her.

Sickness, sickness, go away quickly

People who are sick can get well quickly without you

Wearing new clothes and shooting the ball

Everyone is laughing

......"

The paradoxical nursery rhymes sounded again with the clear children's voice, with empty echoes, echoing repeatedly in the skull. Feng Lan was stunned for a long time before she realized that the person singing was actually herself.

Her mind was slowly waking up, but she was horrified to find that she had no control over her body. Like a puppet on strings, she walked leisurely forward in the dark corridor, singing tirelessly. That children's song has a relaxing and joyful sound.

Feng Lan quickly calmed down and decided to stand still and wait and see. The scene in front of me was very blurry, just like this ancient house in the mountains in the wind and snow, covered with a layer of misty mist. She only knew that she was familiar with this place, and she could absentmindedly avoid the inconspicuous staggered floors and slightly warped wooden boards under her feet, as casually as if she was mobilizing a physical instinct engraved in her memory.

She didn't know how long she had been walking. It seemed as if she had gone through several reincarnations in an instant, and she stopped. Just like an old TV set with unstable signal, the picture in front of me flickered and flickered, and gradually began to distort and fragment. Accompanied by the chaotic electronic music, snowflakes fell all over the screen, and it jumped several times before reaching the final level. still.

Then, she saw her fleshy short hands, one of which was holding the wooden sculpture of the "Shadow Miko".

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"Feng Lan, Feng Lan, wake up, wake up!"

His face was slapped moderately, and Itachi's low, slightly hoarse voice gradually drifted closer from the horizon, bringing with it a hint of anxiety and uneasiness.

Mental exhaustion made her eyelids as heavy as lead, and it took her several attempts to open them. Feng Lan's vision changed from blurry to clear and then blurry again. It took a long time before returning to normal.

What came into view was Itachi's gloomy face.

"Brother..." She raised her hand weakly, as if she wanted to smooth the wrinkles between his eyebrows, but Itachi held her hand halfway.

Itachi's stiff palms were covered with a thin layer of sweat, cold and sticky, clearly revealing his nervousness and panic. Feng Lan took advantage of the situation and took Itachi's hand back, warming him with the blazing heat in her palm. She smiled sweetly and said comfortingly: "...I'm fine..." She didn't say anything but couldn't tell anything was wrong. , but the energy is like a gossamer, and even a short sentence is empty and powerless.

The muscles on Itachi's face were no longer tense, and he seemed to be relieved, but the next moment, he hugged her into his arms without saying a word.

He was so forceful that his arms stretched across her entire back from her shoulders, strangling her so hard that she could hardly breathe, because he was so forceful that his whole body was shaking. Heart to mouth, Feng Lan could clearly hear his uncontrollable, chaotic heartbeat and irregular breathing, as if he was sighing with relief and crying with joy every time after a disaster.

Feng Lan was a little confused, what happened to Itachi?

In his memory, he once hugged her like this. That was after they joined forces for the first time to fight off the "roots" who stole Shisui's body. He held her like this, with his hot breath on her neck, making it impossible for her to hide or hide. .

Suddenly, she seemed to understand something, and yet she seemed to have figured nothing out.

"Well," she forced Itachi to hold her hand tightly, lightly tapped his shoulder, and complained in a small voice, "Brother, I can't breathe..."

Itachi took a deep breath, and the rich aroma of orange blossom lingered in his nose, which could soothe his ups and downs.

She's still there, she's still there...

Itachi immediately let go of Feng Lan, and his momentary loss of composure made him a little embarrassed. He looked away, used Feng Lan's loosened hand to take off his water bag, handed it to Feng Lan and said, "Drink some water." Ninjas often encounter extreme environments, and drinking water is an indispensable necessity. .

Feng Lan nodded, took Itachi's water bag with both hands, uncorked the bottle without much thought, took a sip to his mouth, and moistened his lips first. The cool cold water entered her throat, refreshing her body and mind, making her limbs and bones feel comfortable, and her mind regained consciousness.

She looked around, and the surrounding environment was strange yet familiar. Feng Lan remembered for a moment that this was the brother's room that Itachi had just searched. I guess it was because this room was relatively secluded, and Itachi moved her there after she fainted. Feng Lan shook the water bag in her hand boredly as she thought about it, and then realized that half of the water in the cowhide water bag had been drunk. Itachi was not one to share drinking utensils with others, so it was obvious who drank the water before.

Feng Lan felt her heart beating hard and her cheeks burning. She forced herself not to think too much, to focus on business, and asked stutteringly: "Brother, how long has it been since I lost consciousness?"

Itachi's demeanor returned to normal and he replied: "Less than five minutes."

"So short?" Feng Lan was a little surprised. Why did she feel that at least several hours had passed?

Is this still short?

Itachi glanced at her calmly, feeling a little depressed for some reason.

He couldn't believe it at the time. Feng Lan was still talking to him a second ago. After tearing off the seal of "Xunsi", he fell straight down and didn't respond no matter how he shouted. Itachi knew something was wrong, but he couldn't let Feng Lan lie down in the snow, and because Feng Lan's condition was unknown, he didn't want to alarm others, so he hugged her and quietly entered the house of his brother, whom he was more familiar with. Maybe it was because of a lot of back and forth, but Feng Lan woke up just after Itachi put Feng Lan down!

It's a good thing to wake up, but it doesn't mean it's over.

"What happened to you just now?" Itachi frowned slightly, with a hint of worry in his tone.

Feng Lan was distracted and didn't dare to look at Itachi at all. She kept her eyes slightly lowered and stared straight at his opening and closing mouth. Then she noticed something unusual and couldn't help but yelled: "Brother, what's wrong with your lips?"

Itachi was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he was secretly anxious just now and accidentally bit his lip to vent his anger. But he forgot that the same spot on the inside of his lip had been bitten by himself before. The second tear of the wound is always more serious than the first time and more difficult to heal. In addition, there is no time to replenish water, leaving a dry and rusty smell in the mouth.

He pursed his lips, licked the inner wound with the tip of his tongue without leaving a trace, and said nonchalantly: "It's okay, the weather is dry, it will be fine after a while."

Feng Lanxin said, Just let me know. The weather is dry and my lips are cracked. Can they crack inside? Should she pretend that she couldn't see the obvious tooth marks?

But she didn't expose it, she just reached out and took out an orange-flavored fruit candy from the ninja bag, peeled off the candy wrapper, concentrated her chakra on her fingertips, and crushed the candy ball into powdered sugar.

Don't ask her where she got the candy. This kind of little thing is not worth mentioning to Feng Lan, who can easily make a pot of sukiyaki in a haunted house.

Itachi looked at Feng Lan's movements and knew what she was going to do. He tilted his head slightly, trying to avoid Feng Lan's stretched out hand.

"Don't move!" Feng Lan shouted.

She rarely spoke to Itachi in such an undeniably strong tone, which made him stunned for a moment. Feng Lan, taking this opportunity, used her fingers to spread his lower lip a little, and applied the powdered sugar on his wound carefully, while saying in a nice voice: "...Sugar can heal the wound. , Hey, don’t look at the wound as small, but if you don’t pay attention, it can kill you! Just like neurological snake venom, it will be digested and decomposed when swallowed, and it is not harmful to the body; but if there is a wound in the mouth, it will take a few minutes. I need to burp my fart!..."

Itachi didn't pay much attention to what Feng Lan was nagging, all his attention was on Feng Lan's hands. Her movements were very gentle and extremely careful, like the most tender and lingering kiss of spring breeze, brushing densely on his lips; the delicate powdered sugar spread evenly, and the melting sweetness spread in the mouth, like the drizzle of sweet spring flowing in. Dry and barren heart. He was like a lost traveler in the desert, impatiently drinking the sweet rain every drop.

He vaguely remembered that he had also treated Feng Lan's wound on her lip urgently. It's just that Feng Lan was dishonest at that time. Feng Lan licked off as much candy as he sprinkled and put his fingers into her mouth to suck on them like lollipops.

Unexpectedly, she still remembers...

Itachi had a sudden thought, and his lips suddenly closed, taking Feng Lan's fingers into his mouth before he had time to withdraw. But he didn't go too far after all, he just held the fingertips like willow buds between his lips.

His body took action before his brain could react, and Itachi was very annoyed at his impulsiveness. Such a frivolous move was really inappropriate. But he didn't show any discomfort on his face, he was still cold and desireless, as if everything was so natural.

Feng Lan's heart was shaken, her mind went blank, her heart beat like a drum, and she felt like a boiling hot pot head, with boiling water pouring up. There was a warm and moist feeling on her fingertips, as if she had been lightly licked by the tip of his tongue. The numbing sensation made Feng Lan go weak all over. Itachi didn't seem to notice anything, and didn't feel anything was wrong at all. Feng Lan didn't dare to make a fuss, for fear of embarrassing both of them in the end.

She also wanted to get out of this predicament quietly, but as soon as she struggled a little, she felt even more hopeless: it turned out that she had been sitting on Itachi's lap since she woke up! It was probably Itachi's out-of-control hug just now that caused them to close the distance and change their positions. After he let her go, the two of them became like this. His hand that was originally holding her shoulders slid down and was now supporting her lower back, barely supporting her balance.

Such an intimate gesture, coupled with her fingers being held by him, was really indescribably charming and ambiguous.

Feng Lan imagined the scene at this time, and immediately collapsed in his arms, without even the strength to move a finger.

Feng Lan felt that this was probably the most socially awkward time in her life.

After a long while, Itachi seemed to notice it. He held Feng Lan's wrist, took her hand out of his mouth, and said seriously: "Okay. What happened to you just now?"

Feng Lan, as if she had been granted amnesty, rolled and crawled out of his arms. His light breeze made her even more embarrassed. Thinking that it couldn't get worse anyway, she didn't care about the image or not, she just lay on the ground, covering her chest and taking a few deep breaths before she recovered. Then he pretended to be nothing, came to kneel down next to Itachi, his face was red, but he still started talking seriously.