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

Someone once told me that the essence of a ninja is to deceive, and a ninja who can't fool people is not a good ninja.

Facts have proved that this is true, not just ninjas, people are animals that can lie, and telling some lies properly will save a lot of trouble when doing work.

I squeezed out a drop of crocodile tears, looked at the old man with blinking eyes, and told how worrisome my elder brother who abandoned his wife and children was so worrisome, and tried my best to play the image of a poor little girl who worried about her elder brother.

Yan Shoulang next to him was stunned for a moment, his mouth grew so big that he couldn't even speak.

The old woman looked at me, with tears in her eyes, and after wiping away the tears, she let out a long sigh: "Sin, your brother is really... With a sister, wife and children who care so much about him, what else is he not satisfied with?" What about..."

"If you don't mind, a gentleman like this owl comes in to have a cup of tea in the small shop, and I will tell you slowly." The old woman greeted us and walked into the shop.

I followed up, walked a few steps and found that the people behind hadn't followed up, I turned my head, turned my face, and looked at Yan Shoulang expressionlessly: "What are you doing in a daze, don't follow up, wait for me to carry it!" Are you going in?"

As the devil instructor of the ghost killing team, it is common for people to be beaten until they are unable to move after the training is over, so I have developed a habit of going to Butterfly's Die House, and almost every time I go to Butterfly House, I carry half-dead people on my shoulders.

So far, the pillars of the Demon Slayer Squad, except for Yuanichi who is Rizhu, have received such treatment.

"Oh oh oh." Yan Shoulang nodded stupidly, raised his footsteps and followed, and stumbled when he stepped over the door frame.

I curled my lips inwardly, how old I am, I can't even walk the road.

The goddess of Sanskrit music and bliss, it is said that the goddess will drop beautiful Kagura during the sacrifice, so it is called "the goddess of Sanskrit music and bliss".I haven't heard of this god in the past few decades, but in the past half a year, there are still quite a lot of legends about the Goddess of Sanskrit Bliss in this area, almost popping up out of thin air.

Daomu Village to the east of the town is a notoriously poor village with barren land. The food grown by more than a dozen households in the village is not enough to feed half of the people in the village. The people in an entire village became extremely rich almost at the same time the goddess appeared, at least they no longer had to starve.

Inaoki Village, where the goddess is located, has also recently received believers from different regions, and some people even traveled thousands of miles to come here to believe.

Within a month, there will be a group of believers who will serve the goddess, but those who went to serve the goddess will not come back. People in Daomu Village believe that these people were taken by the goddess to live in the divine realm where the god lives.

"Little girl, if you see my son Aaron, please let him come back quickly, okay?" The old woman looked into my eyes and seriously begged me, "The old man and I don't want him to do anything big, as long as he is alive in this life. Be safe, marry a wife and have children happily."

"And my daughter, Zhili, is younger than you, about sixteen or seventeen years old."

"I just want...my kids to live out their lives in peace."

There was the sound of chirping birds, and the weather was fine after the rain. There was a tall and tall tree outside the meatball house, and the remaining water droplets on the emerald green branches and leaves were shining with bright sunlight.

There is also a small bird's nest between the green covers, in which live chirping young birds, with their mouths open, waiting for their parents to return to the nest.

"I just want...my kids to live out their lives in peace."

Different people, different worlds, but they say the same sentence.

In my memory, the mother who had just given birth was pale, sitting on the bed, looking through the window at the child who was as immature and flexible as a newborn fawn in the yard.

His face was pale but with a slight smile, his eyes were kind and sad.

Mrs. Eri.

I opened my mouth and silently read out the name that had been submerged in decades. The wife of my clan brother is also my eldest sister-in-law like a mother.

"Rain song."

In my memory, apart from my mother, the only person who can say my name with a mother-like tone is Mrs. Eri.

Always with a shallow, decent smile.

"Okay," I heard myself say, "if I see them I'll call them home."

"Yuge, when you see Madara, remember to tell him to go home. He's really always on task, what if he gets sick? He's still so young."

"Yuge is the same, don't always care about tasks, learn to care about yourself, Yuge is a girl, girls should learn to cherish themselves!"

At this moment, countless trivial things came to my mind from the deepest part of my memory. Those things that I thought I had forgotten, reappeared in my mind again, and they were so clear and so real.

Mrs. Eri is always helpless to me and Madara who are always focused on the task and keep ignoring everything around them.

In a certain year when I was young, I returned to the Uchiha clan's clan land covered in blood. The clan uniform, hair and face on my body were all stained red with blood, and my whole body seemed to be fished out of a pool of blood.

The eyes are empty, like a puppet doll, holding a knife that is still bleeding, dripping blood dripping all the way along my footprints, I walked mechanically back to the clan, no one dared to approach me.

Only Mrs. Eri, the mother who had just given birth to her young son, opened her arms without any hesitation or dislike, and hugged me covered in blood into her arms, like a female bird wrapping its young with its wings.

The hand patted on my back lightly, as if coaxing Quan Nai, who was still a baby at that time, to sleep.

"Yuge, it's been hard work." She said softly, "It's okay, you can cry as much as you want in front of your sister-in-law. If you cry, you'll be fine."

I cried, crying heartbreakingly.

That was the first time I cried so heartbreakingly, and it is also the last time so far.

The illusory memories and the reality that no one is in front of them are constantly exchanging. The voices and smiles in the memory are so familiar, yet so strange.

The chicks outside the lattice window are still chirping, the light golden sun has set on the ground in the yard, and the rain-soaked soil is shimmering.

The air smelled of rain and grass.

Leaving the meatball shop, stepping on the soft soil, with the sunny sun after the rain.

"I feel that Miss Ge is a person with a story." On the way to Daomu Village, Yan Shoulang said to me suddenly.

I didn't say anything, just lowered the bamboo hat on my head, holding the black scabbard in my hand, and walked forward in silence.

Every ninja has a story, and these stories cannot be told by words alone.

It is also summer, heat waves roll and swell in the air, pass through layers of shade trees, cast mottled sunlight, and cicadas resound throughout the ninja school.

The swing outside the classroom hangs under the tree alone, and from time to time, leaves that have fallen to the bottom of the tree will pass by from top to bottom.

The teacher standing on the podium was powerless and helpless to the group of little kids sitting below who were sleepy in the scorching summer, so he could only answer this way.

It was no surprise that such an answer was met with disdainful looks from a group of brats.

So the teacher can only be incompetent and furious on the podium.

Bear children don't understand anything, when they really become ninjas, when they go to the battlefield, they go through one storm after another, and after they are old and retired, they sit in the sunny courtyard with constant birdsong, Looking at a group of ignorant juniors.

Recalling what the impotent and furious Chunin teacher said on the podium when he was a child, he would feel that those words were so damn appropriate, they couldn't be more appropriate.

Teacher, how can you speak so aptly?

Then facing a group of little kids with the same eyes as me back then, besides wanting to beat them, I still wanted to beat them.

While the teacher was incompetent and furious, and the bear child was disgusted, I stood outside the classroom and listened quietly to the interaction between the teacher and the bear student.

The sun casts black shadows on the soles of the feet, and the corridors are empty, with only the sounds of teachers in various classes lecturing, and the chirping of cicadas echoing in the summer.

The ninjas who teach children's cultural lessons in the ninja school are generally not ninjas who are good at fighting, so in order to avoid unnecessary deaths and make the best use of everything, ninjas with insufficient strength will always take a teacher qualification certificate and come to the ninja school to teach in the village future combat power.

Of course, there are exceptions, that is, the disheartened and poor guy like me who goes to the ninja school to eat and drink and wait to die.

Compared with the ninjas who go to the battlefield head-on, the ninjas taught by the ninja school do not need to see so much cruelty and blood. Naturally, they cannot understand many things as deeply as people like Madara and Senjujuma.

But he was right about one thing, the ninja story cannot be told with words alone.

So, I never told anyone about my past, the story that belongs to "Yuge".

Having said that, I don't think it makes any sense.

There is no "Uchiha Yuge" in this world anymore, there are only "songs".

Standing outside the classroom, I chose to escape after both Madara and Quanna left. I didn’t want to face the corrupt clan, and I didn’t want to face the village built on the bones of my little nephew.

After escaping for more than ten years, the choice I made in the end cost my own life, well, even though it's good to die.

God knows it's alive again.

My story, if you want to briefly summarize it, is nothing but stupid.

Say it out to make people laugh?

There is indeed a story, but it's very long, and I don't think it's meaningful to tell it, so I haven't told anyone, not even Yuanyi, who I always put first.

After all, for a kind person like him, my story is just a piece of bloody and cruel evidence.

Killing is a crime. I used to be a knife, a murderous knife stained with blood. The blood on the knife belonged to others as well as my own.

I don't need to kill people in this world, but I can't change the fact that I used to be a tool of war.

In that era, whether it was Madara or Quanna, we were all swordsmen who had to carry swords to the battlefield when we were young.

We are also going to the Shura Road. Most of the stories written in our lives are accompanied by overflowing blood and sorrow. Life may be a crime.

Among these crimes, there are unexpectedly other complex things mixed in, such as Mrs. Eri, such as the hot chicken thing in Senjuzhuma.

And...Yuanyi.