Don't suffer the fate of Lao Tzu's family! [Master Ghost Extermination]

My name is Yuge, Uchiha Yuge.

I was born in the rainy spring. My mother likes to sing when it rains, so I am called Yuge.

My mother is a beauty, and she is also a beauty who sings very well.

When it rains, my mother likes to hold me in her arms, humming one after another songs as beautiful as hers with a soft and beautiful voice.

It was raining outside the window, and the rainwater hit the tiles on the roof making a "tick-tick" sound, and hit the grass and trees in the yard, and the smooth stone by the pond was full of rainwater that fell from the sky, from time to time He hit the rock with a "Low—" sound.

Human memory is a very strange thing. Even though my mother has been away for many years, I can still recall the singing of my mother who was sitting on the porch in the yard hugging me and singing, but I gradually forgot her face.

Every time I dream of my mother’s childhood, the first thing that is clear in the dream is not her face, but the singing echoing in the rain, the beautiful singing that smoothed out my haze.

When I was five years old, I started to perform missions. I killed someone for the first time. The sticky blood flowed from my hands and splashed on my face. The ghost of a person is disgusting and sad.

There was a tumbling in my stomach, and I felt like throwing up.

The eldest brother of the same family said that this kind of thing will happen more often in the future, so you have to get used to it.

I almost rubbed off the skin on my hands. The bloody hands have been washed as clean as before. Except for the calluses and some small scars from training, the rest are still the same as before, white and slender of.

But no matter how I wash it, I feel that it is not clean. I rub it vigorously and desperately. No matter how I wash it, the blood is left on these hands. These hands, holding a knife, cut open the skin of that person, cut open the texture, and stabbed into the gut.

Brother Tajima said, this is fate, Uchiha's fate.

Fate is cruel.

I held my bloody hand and was at a loss.

"Yuge, mother's Yuge." My mother stroked my hair, and there was an emotion in her beautiful eyes that I didn't know. I didn't know until a long time later that it was a sadness.

"You have to live." Mom wriggled her pale lips, and the voice she spit out was as thin as the rain returning in spring.

"People, you can only know why you live if you live." My mother hugged the young me, buried her face in my neck, and her hair rubbed against my face and neck, a little itchy.

"But to survive, do we have to kill more people?" I said.

My mother's hand touching my hair stopped on my head, and she didn't answer my question. I felt her trembling, and her whole body was trembling.

For a long time, something hot rolled down my neck, rolled into my clothes one after another, and slid all the way down the skin.

"I'm sorry." My mother's hands holding me were trembling, and her voice was also trembling. She was sobbing, swallowing the crying into her mouth, but she couldn't stop the crying from slipping out and into my ears. .

"I'm sorry, really, I'm sorry." Mom hugged me tightly, suppressing crying in her throat.

As an adult, I recall that I did something stupid at that time. Why did I ask that question?She was crying, crying so sadly.

In the second year, I had an additional eldest nephew. Mrs. Tajima’s wife, Mrs. Eri, gave birth to a boy. Mr. Tajima named him Madara, Uchiha Madara.

Madara should call me aunt, but he has never called me aunt. He has a stinky face all day long, is not pleasant at all, and gets angry easily. When angry, he looks like a cat with fried fur.

Madara's back is extremely sensitive. People close to his back will most likely be hit by a shuriken or fired. This brat is very powerful. There is no one in his age who is his opponent. Don't dare to underestimate him.

He will never get a wife.

Who would like a dead straight guy with a stinky face all day long?

But this dead straight man laughed like a fool on the day Quan Nai was born, very stupid.

Sister-in-law Eri sat on the bed holding the baby who was still in its infancy and asked me if I wanted to hug him.

I hesitated, and cautiously reached out to take the tiny baby.

It's really small, soft, and has a milky scent.

Compared with the smell of blood and fire, I like this milky smell so much.

The baby's skin is soft, tender and white. When my face is pressed against his little face, my whole heart is filled with joy.

Quanna, Quanna.

so good.

Mom, when I was still in my infancy, did you feel the same way?

Then that dead child Madara broke into the door and took Quanna away with a dark face.

Bah, dead child, you will definitely not be able to marry a wife!

I grind my teeth angrily.

If it wasn't for the fear of hurting Quanna, I would definitely beat you so hard that even sister-in-law Eri doesn't know her!

"Yuge." Sister-in-law Eri's voice, lying on the bed, drifted into my ears softly, as small as the rain returning in spring.

Mrs. Eri's face was pale, not as rosy as before.

I suddenly realized something, Mrs. Eri's eyes had the same thing as my mother's eyes.

"Madara and Izuna, please." Eri's sister-in-law bent her eyes, her long hair hanging down her chest.

I opened my mouth and wanted to say no.

You are their mother, you should take care of your own children, you have to watch them grow up, watch them get spanked by Brother Tajima for not doing their homework well, watch them make many friends, watch them Marry a wife and have children, and still hold the grandson in the sun in the yard with white hair all over the sky.

Madara... Whether that dead straight man will marry or not get a wife is still unknown. Maybe this guy doesn't take the initiative to find a wife, and he will still be alone when he becomes an old man in his seventies and eighties?You are Madara's mother. If he doesn't take the initiative to find his wife, you have to worry about it. Isn't this what mothers like to do for their sons?

Quan Nai, Quan Nai is still young, he hasn't even called his mother.

"Okay." I heard myself say.

I almost collapsed, pinching my palms desperately to keep from crying.

Mrs. Eri is going to sleep for a while, so I closed the door and went out.

I leaned against the closed door and looked at the clear sky with a few white clouds floating above, and the sun gave them a faint golden halo.

I'm not in the mood to appreciate, I just want to find a place to cry.

"What's wrong?" Madara walked over holding Quanna and looked at me, "Are you in a bad mood? You are so stingy, I'll let you hug Quanna for a while, just for a while."

I didn't speak.

Spot frowned.

I hugged him suddenly, the dead child didn't cooperate, struggling to push me away.

"Don't move, let me hug you just once." I suppressed the crying that seemed to flood out of my throat, just like my mother did back then.

Madara stopped pushing me away.

"Madara." I called him suddenly.

"What, what are you doing?" The dead child froze.

"You have to improve your EQ, or you won't be able to marry a wife." I said.

Madara was stunned for a moment, then she held Quanna with one hand and pushed me away with the other, and told me to get out.

Not long after, he came back and gave me a bottle of ointment.

I just noticed that the palm of my hand was dripping with blood, bloody and bloody from being pricked by my nails.

The bigger the spot grows, I really think he will not be able to marry a wife. It’s fine if he has a low EQ, and he always has a stinky face. It's like being owed him money and not paying it back.

We were very nervous when Quanna went to the battlefield. Fortunately, he is a smart and powerful kid. Except for a few injuries, his life was not life-threatening.

That kid was different from Madara's poker face, and he had a pretty good smile.

"Yuge, don't worry, I won't die, I won't," he said.

I tightened the bungee belt, and he gasped in pain, and told him to call my aunt with a serious face.

This child is good at everything but does not call me aunt, neither Madara nor Quanna, these two dead children have never called me aunt.

A few years later, Madara made a friend.

I was the one who first found out that the dead kid had made a new friend, because the dead kid had an "I'm happy" vibe all day long, even when I said I would sleep with Quanna at night He didn't let me stay away from his brother like before, so as not to harm his brother.

It's a good thing to be able to make friends, but I don't know who this friend is.

Who is it?

Even if I beat him to death, I would never have guessed that it was the eldest son of the rival's family next door, Senju Bashirama.

If only I had stopped Madara from making friends with that bastard at that time, then Madara would never...nor die.

Brother Tajima was very angry, and let Madara be locked up in the small black room for a long time. When he came out for a long time, I suspected that the dead child who always exploded had disappeared.

"Rain song."

He called my name, but I can't feel it anymore, I can't feel the old him anymore, is... lost?

The dead child opened his eyes, the dead child was throwing shuriken all day, the dead child was practicing gymnastics and fire escape all day long, the dead child was always fighting to the death with that bastard from Senshou's next door on the battlefield, and didn't care about himself at all Will it burp, the eyes of the dead child are stronger, the dead child... the dead child is gone.

After several years passed like this, Brother Tajima died in battle, and Madara became the head of the clan.

It turned out that the half-length hedgehog head turned into a Christmas tree, and had long bangs covering half of his face. The whole person looked super fierce, with a look of "I still want to keep that thing attached to your neck, you talk Do things look a little bit" cold look, looks like wanting to kill people and chop off people's heads.

Mrs. Eri, Madara seems to be really going to become an old bachelor.

Quanna is dead.

It would be great if I was faster at that time, but I couldn't catch up, so I could only watch that white hair, holding the knife, seriously injured Quan Nai.

The blood splashed in the air, like a blooming red plum. The red blood soaked Quan Nai's clan clothes, and the red, water-like traces were smeared, dyeing the clan clothes in a dark color.

"Quenna—!"

I rushed up like crazy, my eyes were so hot, as if they were on fire, and I saw the face change between the thousand hands.

"when--"

The knife in Qianshouban collided with the knife in my hand, splashing out sparks.

Did I hit him?

I do not know.

This guy has always been the guy Quan Na has to deal with.

Because Quanna wanted to kill him, I didn't fight him head-on.

I was wrong, I was wrong.

I indulged Senna too much.

I should have killed him, I should have killed him!No matter how unhappy Quan Nai is, I should kill Qian Shou Fei Jian!I shouldn't have let Quanna face him alone!

The red flame wrapped around the blade, burning the blade red, the terrifying heat exploded in the air, and rolled in the air.

"roll--"

I roared, the knife in my hand turned an arc, the red fire burned more vigorously, but Qianshou Fanjian disappeared from my face with a "swish".

"when--"

The two knives collided again. This time I turned the knife over from my shoulders and put it behind me, holding the tip of the knife with one hand. The knife between the thousand hands collided with my knife. The trajectory was forcibly changed, and the blade brushed against my waist. , cut the national uniform, scratched the skin, and red blood oozes from under the damaged skin.

The flames wrapped around the blade again.

This time, Qianshou Feijian had to be cautious and distanced himself.

do not come!

do not come!

do not come!

I don't have time to spend with you!

Quanna... Quanna, he... was injured!

You go away!

"Quinai!"

Madara has arrived, and so has Senju Bashirama.

Holding the knife, I walked behind Madara's back in an instant, and carefully helped Quanna up, my hands were wet.

Blood……

Blood……

It was as bright red and glaring as the first time I killed someone.

Senju Bamama stood in front of Senju Fumama who was about to attack, signaling him to stop attacking.

What did he say?

He said he would help Quan Nai to heal.

what--

Are you joking?

They are all your younger brothers!

Your brother hurt my little nephew!

The little nephew I held in my palm since I was a child!

We retreated.

I wanted to slap the faces of those two bastards, but Quan Na was hurt badly.

Quan Nai said that he couldn't survive, and he wanted to give Madara his eyes.

No, you can't die!

"Quanna, don't die, I'll give you my eyes! I'll give you my eyes, will you survive?" I held his hand, tears streaming down my face.

"Yuge." He said, "No, Yuge wants to live."

He said the same thing as his mother.

Yuge, you have to live.

I want to live, but I want you to live more.

As soon as his words fell, the back of my neck hurt and my vision gradually blurred.

"Thank you, Fire Core."

I heard Senna's voice.

Then fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up and found my little nephew, the little baby I held in my arms when he was just born, wearing a white burial gown, placed in a coffin, sleeping peacefully, as if he was drawn by Eri when he was a child Sister-in-law is in her arms, sister-in-law Eri is singing, and he is sleeping, quietly, asleep.

My little nephew, he really died.

My eldest nephew, his heart is also dead.

Uchiha and Senju form an alliance.

Madara and Senjujuma fought for a long time, but Madara still lost. Senjujuma didn't kill him, and said he would cut his belly. Will build a village together.

Madara stretched out his hand, and held the hand that was holding a kunai and was about to stab its owner in the stomach.

Ah, you still relented.

I don't know which bastard nicknamed Madara, what "Shura", dead boy, he has always been honest in his mouth, and after so many years, he still hasn't forgotten his friend, he is still the one who likes to look at everyone with a stinky face , but a dead child who is softer than anyone else.

"Where are you going?"

I saw that Madara was carrying a fan on her back, didn't have a lot of luggage, and was wearing the national uniform to death.

"I'm leaving," he said. "This is Hashirama's village, not the one I want."

"Then I'll be with you." I said.

Madara was silent, and it was a long time before he said, "You have to stay, Yuge, you have to stay."

"I don't." I looked into his eyes.

The eyes in my line of sight turned into red kaleidoscopes, my eyes blurred, but in such a short moment, he disappeared.

I chased him all the way for a long time, but I didn't see him, and I couldn't find Madara.

What are you keeping me here for?

Keep me and look at the family and people who have gradually decayed. Is it still such a village that is incompatible with me?

Madara left for a long time, I stayed in the village, the sky is big, the earth is big, if he wants to hide from me, I can't find him at all.

He is stronger than me. Before I was 12 years old, I could still rub him on the ground. After 12 years old, he still couldn't beat me, but I can exhaust my energy until I finally have no energy to press him on the ground and rub him. It turns into a Christmas tree. After the haircut, he can rub me on the ground, although we will both end up as dogs.

"Oh my! Brother, Yuge is a girl, let her go!" At that time, Quan Nai would always come over to persuade her.

Madara would always tug at the corner of his mouth, showing a highly mocking expression.

I really want to beat him up.

Quanna, Quanna is no longer here.

I believe he will come back, this village is the only thing he is obsessed with.

I will wait here for him, even if I will become an old woman in the end, no matter how long it takes, I will wait for him.

he will be back.

But I didn't expect that he came back riding a nine-tailed one.

A giant nine-tailed fox with an ominous red chakra swept across the entire village.

Madara, standing on the head of the nine-tailed fox, the nine-tailed fox was roaring, and the roar of the beast resounded throughout the sky of Konoha.

Qianshouzhujian led him to Nanhechuan.

Very strong, both of them are very strong, that plain was beaten into a valley.

I passed by all the way, and what I saw was Madara lying in the water. His long black hair was soaked in the water like seaweed. The water is red, red and dazzling.

"What did you do?" I said.

Qianshou Zhujian was still in place.

"What did you-!!!" I growled.

Since you don't trust him, why give him hope, why give him hope and let him down, and finally let him... despair...

Ah, ah, ah.

"Uchiha Rain Song!"

"when--"

After many years, the knife in Qianshouban hit my knife again.

Qianshou Zhujian's physical strength has been exhausted, and now anyone who comes over can kill him.

I really want to stab this one to death, no, just stab these two bastards to death twice.

But Qianshoubeijian is not so easy to deal with.

I won.

My knife rested on Bai Mao's neck, and the other party stared at me with his neck stuck, as if he was about to spew fire.

I smiled.

I am so tired.

Quanna is dead, Madara is dead.

All my loved ones are dead.

What's the point of me killing more people?

If Madara and Quanna can come back to life, I would also like to cut [-] Senju Hashirama and Senju Tobema.

I put down the knife, turned around and walked towards the dead Madara without looking at the white-haired bastard, regardless of whether the insidious guy would sneak up on me or not.

Of course, it's not bad if he can sneak attack and kill me.

Mom, Izuna, I'm so tired.

Sister-in-law Eri, I didn't take good care of your sons. They are dead. After I die, will you scold me to death?

I really don't want to live anymore.

"Yuge, I'm sorry." Senshou Zhujian said.

The man was dying, Madara was dead, and he was seriously ill.

deserve it—

deserve it—

you deserve it--

I bit my lip tightly, and refused to let go even when the blood was bleeding from the bite.

"Remember to apologize to Madara after you go down," I heard myself say.

"He's always been softhearted," I said, "especially with you."

Senju Zhuma smiled, with a pale face and a lifeless smile, it was really ugly, ugly to death.

"So gentle, you are just like Madara."

Stop talking, die quickly if you want to die, don't...don't talk nonsense...ah...

I died in the rain.

Thin rain fell from the gray sky, hitting the face coldly, the rain mixed with blood flowed down, converging into small blood-red puddles under the body.

I think I will not only be scolded by Mrs. Eri, but also by Quanna and Madara.

It's too bad to die to save an enemy.

Those two idiot brothers can't deal with the one in Qianshoubei that is not used by ghosts.

Uchiha, what will Uchiha become?

Abandoning his patriarch, abandoning his dignity, and self-righteously sticking to some family glory, huh.

Madara, I was abandoned just like you.

It's so ugly, someone opened a big hole in the chest, I don't know if it will stay if it goes down, it's so ugly.

God damn it, when did Uchiha come out with such a cruel thing.

"Yuge..." The voice trembled slightly.

Who?

"Rain song!"

The voice is very familiar, who is it?

I opened my eyes and vaguely saw...um...a Christmas tree?pine?

Ah, it turns out that I was really going to die, and I even saw hallucinations.

spot……

Are you coming to scold me?

Swear softly, you guy, your mouth has always been poisonous.

It's raining, and it's pattering, I heard someone shouting again, what's the shouting again?

"Song--"

"Song--"