The Rise of Onmyoji: The Path of Naruto

Chapter 189 He is Ge Gehao

There is smoke from the kitchen and a warm breeze blows.

It is a quiet and peaceful little village.

At the end of the village, a simple house.The shaggy-haired young man's eyes were blank, staring into the dark night without any movement for a long time.

In the dark corner of the room, a pair of worn-out camouflage uniforms were piled haphazardly.In the half-covered pocket, a photo of a young man laughing was also covered with dust.

The young man stumbled into the village three days ago. At that time, his eyes were bloodshot and red, looking like a madman.The villagers who came to watch the young man were caught off guard and many were injured.

The old village chief insisted on leaving the crazy young man behind, leaving behind a dilapidated hut that could provide temporary shelter from the wind and rain.

This is a man with a story

After the old village chief finished all this, he left without saying a word.

As if he had taken advantage of the old village chief's kindness, the shaggy-headed lunatic stopped actively attacking villagers within three meters of him, got into the hut, and became quiet.

The villagers had no choice but to "tacitly agree" to stay away from the solitary house without any disturbance.

The small village does not have any trace of a modern city. The villagers work at sunrise and return at sunset.When it's time to eat, clouds of smoke will appear above the farmhouses, lingering gently over the village, making it look like a fairyland on earth.

The shaggy-haired young man stayed at home, and there were no fireworks, but he did not necessarily starve to death.

Three days passed, and the old village chief died.

When an old illness that had been delayed for many years broke out, how could the old village chief resist it? There was just a trace of regret in his cloudy eyes.

On the day of the funeral, the young man came, but his unkempt hair was gone. He was just a bald man with a handsome face.

"It's that crazy man with the unkempt hair," some villagers couldn't help but exclaimed.

Although they were afraid of the madman's crazy behavior, the villagers still tried their best to guard in front of the old village chief's coffin, fearing that the young people would cause trouble.

"He used to be a soldier, right?" He seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be asking softly. Now that people saw him as a bald maniac, he moved his lips lightly.

No one answered, just heavy breathing and undisguised hostility.

Suddenly, the young man took off his military camouflage uniform, folded it neatly and put it into the fire.

There was no hat in the first place, otherwise no one would know that the young man had shaved his head.

The young man watched quietly as the military uniform burned up in the flames.What is burning seems to be the soul of young people and the soul of a soldier.

He raised his eyes and slowly glanced at the villagers guarding the coffin. In the young man's eyes, it seemed that he was suddenly radiant with energy on the eve of a comeback.

Then he turned around, and the young man's eyes returned to silence.One step, another step

time to go.This is not my place.

But the world is so big, where is the place that is truly suitable for you?

Maybe not at all, maybe everywhere.So

The young man stopped and stared at her at the entrance of the village suddenly.

And her appearance shocked the villagers no less than the blockbuster effect caused by the young man's lunatic behavior three days ago.

Woman, very fairy.She has a fairy-like temperament, but she is not cold or distant.

It attracted the villagers, especially the young men in their prime, to peek secretly.

"It's good to burn that." The woman's voice was crisp and soft, "But it's not good for you to leave."

"Why is it bad?" The young man said softly with his throat twitching.

He talks little.But she doesn’t have much.

"Stay, I'll accompany you." The woman walked past the young man, bowed respectfully to the coffin, then walked through the crowd and approached the solitary house not far away.

The young man's face was expressionless, as if he was indifferent.The villagers carried the coffin of the old village chief and buried him in a cemetery outside the village.

When he came back, the young man no longer stayed where he was.

The solitary house also began to have cooking facilities.

The smoke is floating.

The strange behavior of the bald young man and the mysterious woman suddenly aroused the intense attention of the villagers in this palm-sized village, intentionally or unintentionally.

Listening to their conversation, they looked very familiar to each other. Could it be that they were actually husband and wife?

On this day, the bald young man was sitting on the threshold, overlooking the mountain scenery, holding a cigarette between his fingers and slowly blowing out smoke rings.

"I don't understand you." After being silent for several days, the bald young man finally couldn't help but speak.

The woman sat quietly in the hut, her expression unusually calm: "You will understand."

The bald young man's eyebrows were tight and he wanted to say something but finally closed his mouth.

The woman began to discipline the bald man: "I only have these two packs with me. If you don't mind, you can finish them early, and then there will be no more cigarettes to smoke." As if she was the hostess of the house

The bald young man smiled without caring about anything. He shook his head and said, "Suck it if there is any. If there is no more, I won't."

The woman stared at the man for a long time before she said leisurely: "You were not like this before."

Before

Capturing this word subconsciously in his mind, Baldhead hesitated for a moment: "You seem to be very used to me."

The woman stopped talking.

The bald man didn't ask any more questions.

The days were very ordinary. The man felt the carefreeness in the countryside, and the worry hidden between his eyebrows finally gradually opened.

For the next few days, the two didn't say a word.The relationship between them is becoming more and more tacit and harmonious.

It lasted for a long time, maybe half a year

The woman took out two colorful books from nowhere and threw them on the table.

"What?" The bald man couldn't help but ask first.

The woman smiled: "Good things for you."

The woman was mysterious inside and out. Without blinking, she saw that the bald man's eyebrows had completely relaxed, his face was filled with sunshine, and he looked more and more like a normal person.

The bald man opened the tightly wrapped book cover and saw a stupid comic character.

"Ah Shai" looked at the small print in the book. The man's mind couldn't help but be attracted by the content in the book, and he read on with interest.

However, it's very interesting.

Seeing this, the woman secretly sighed, her eyes changed from her usual signature smile, and became full of affection.

The woman disappeared as mysteriously as she appeared here that day.

The bald man took out the last cigarette he had saved and lit it silently. Two so-called comic party books were casually spread out on the corner of the table.

military uniform.

woman.

comic book

These words kept flashing through the bald man's head, as if he had caught something but couldn't fully grasp it.

"Why did you let me stay here and spend half a year to eliminate the hatred in my heart?" The man is not stupid, he has already understood the woman's intention.

But he vaguely felt that some things should really be let go.It's hard to change anything on your own.

The wind is usually strong at night, blowing the two books through the hole "window" of the bald man's shabby house.

The sound of the pages of the book "squeaking" attracted the bald head, and his attention couldn't help but fall on the pages that were turning intermittently.

Soon, the page turned to the end, but at this time the bald man seemed to have been struck by lightning.

All the sealed memories in his mind were instantly unsealed, exploding into the bald young man's head.

Ge Ge is good, Ge Ge is good

It turns out that my name is Ge Gehao.

Before the bald head fell into coma, a slight arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he fell into darkness.

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