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

"Rain song."

The man in front of him was wearing a white royal robe, with his back against the window, the golden sunlight in the morning filled the room full of documents, the dust was floating in the air, and the sunlight was cut into pieces.

The man in front of him was a little haggard, no, he was very haggard.

The younger brother went out to perform tasks, and the leader who always liked to default on official documents had to sit alone in the office and stay up late to deal with official documents.

"Why are you looking for me?" I lowered my eyes, and my tone was cold and indifferent.

The man was stunned for a moment, then took out a scroll from the drawer and put it on the table, then looked at me without saying a word, as if he was waiting for my answer.

"What do you want to do?" I looked at him, "I don't want to take care of anything anymore, whether it's Uchiha or Konoha, I don't want to take care of it anymore."

"I know." Senju Hashirama sighed, and then looked at me seriously, "But you don't plan to take care of Madara anymore?"

The room fell into silence, like a balloon that was gradually inflated, and the silence also began to gradually expand, almost to the point of being weird.

The leaves on the tree fell off as early as autumn, and the treetops were covered with snow, which bent the slender branches. "It fell on the snow-covered ground with a sound.

"What do you want me to do?" I looked up into the man's eyes.

"..."

Uchiha Madara, you little bastard, you better not let me find you, otherwise I will definitely disclose all your black history from the age of three to 30 to Konoha's newspaper office!Let the whole world know the ugly face of your Ninja Shura!

After taking the scroll in Senju Hashimama's hand, I left Konoha.

This incident has been going on for a long time. When it was still winter in the Land of Fire, Senju Bashima gave me a scroll. The things written in the scroll were related to an important task. In the past, the objects of these tasks were Madara. Partner, you don't need a team, Madara is a mighty army alone, going to the battlefield alone, and returning triumphantly alone.

"You really don't need me to accompany you?" I once asked him, "It's not good for you to be like this."

I'm not good at words, that's all I can say.

"It's not a big deal, I can do it by myself." Madara put his black-gloved hand on the door frame, his hairy hair turned his back to me, "Yuge, I've already lost my brother, and I don't want to lose any more." aunt."

In the end, he always returns to the Uchiha mansion alone.

I always stood at the door and watched the figure of a person walking from the other end of the empty street to this section countless times.

All I can say is "Welcome back" and I can't do anything else.

Maybe I should have been tougher at that time, and followed him with a stern face. If he hadn't faced so much darkness alone, in the end, maybe, he wouldn't have died under the knife of his only friend.

The winter when Senjubashima handed over the scroll to me was the fifth year Madara left Konoha. Since he left, facing a group of increasingly degenerate clansmen and the village built on Quanna’s corpse, I I have chosen to see the invisible. This village has never been the village I expected. Before, Madara looked forward to it, so I also have a little expectation for it, but Madara has left, and I don’t need to have any expectations for it. .

Senshou Tobiken would not allow me to leave the village with such a murderous knife. Madara's departure was enough to make him jump.

What I hate the most is people like Qianshou Feijian, who think about things all day long, like an old woman with a broken mouth, who deserves to be dragged by his brother to work as a coolie since he was a child.

After Madara went out of the village and never returned, he became more guarded against me. He had to report and fill out a form when he left the village. If it wasn’t for my relatives, except for Madara who ran away, all the rest would have died. Emergency contact He made me fill in that column desperately. Fortunately, I hardly ever leave the village, otherwise I would have to fight him.

I don’t bother to care about him. I go to school in the morning to clock in and go to work. After beating up the bear, I go to the market to buy vegetables and cook. like a grandpa.

Both my mother and sister-in-law Eri said that after death, people will become stars in the sky. When the sky is full of stars, I always wonder which star in the sky will be my mother, sister-in-law Eri, brother Tajima, and Quanna Star?

There is a little Uchiha called "Mirror" in the ninja school, who always likes to run to my house.

It's just that I took him home to take medicine once during the physical training class, and this little kid just climbed up the pole and came to my house every now and then.

I don't reject children, but he is a student of Qianshou Feijian. I don't want to have anything to do with him just because of this, but he just likes to run to me.

"I'm alone, and teacher Yuge is alone, too. Can teacher Yuge just be with me, an unwanted child?" When I chased him away, Little Curly still looked at me with a smile.

My heart softened, and the little curly hair climbed up the pole more and more.

Kagami's father died on the battlefield before Konoha built the village, and Kagami's mother died of dystocia when giving birth to him. His father talked about seniority, he should call me aunt, but I don't care about this, I like to call him whatever, so he always calls "Mr. Yuge, Mr. Yuge" non-stop.

Among the Uchiha clan, it is rare to be so thick-skinned.

"Is Teacher Yuge going away?"

The day I left home, Curly came over to say goodbye to me.

I didn't want to talk to him at first, but the little curly hair in front of me was panting, and it was not long after school ended. The little curly hair was panting, and his fair skin was rosy. It was obviously winter, but it was still in the temperature In the colder season, I saw a thin layer of sweat sticking to his face.

Jing pursed his lips and took a steady breath: "Please come back safely, Teacher Yuge."

"Okay." I lowered my eyes.

The mirror froze for a moment, then waved to me.

I didn't say anything, and left the village alone.

When I saw the mirror for the first time, he didn't even reach my chest. After getting along for a few years, he was already higher than my shoulders.

Grow so fast.

The task is more dangerous, but at that time only Senjujuma and I were able to complete this task in the village. People must be able to understand each other." Senshou Zhujian, who talked about such a naive idea, had to start to be cautious.

The only idle ninja in the village who is qualified to compete with Hokage's younger brother in strength, why not use it if he can use it?Moreover, Madara appeared in this incident, and Madara is the only relative I care about in the world, so I will definitely go.

I went to the country of ghosts, a country known for its mystery. The reputation of ninjas here is far less than that of shrine maidens and Shinto. The people who guard this country are not ninjas, but shrine maidens.

The kingdom of ghosts is located in the far north than the northernmost part of the kingdom of fire. When I stepped into the border, I was greeted by heavy snow in the kingdom of ghosts. The white snow covered the ground tightly, and the trees on the side of the road Most of the branches have been buried by the snow, and the exposed part of the branches is covered with thick snow, just like the wrinkled face of an old man hidden between the verdant and gray temples.

The winter in the ghost country is really cold, I don’t have to worry about getting stuck in the snow, at least not before the chakra is exhausted, but I’m afraid of the cold, when I was a child, I returned home after performing missions in the winter and took a hot bath. I just like to put Madara and Quanna, who are still dumplings, together in a brazier, and keep warm by the brazier, like three penguins huddling together to keep warm.

Those memories are sparkling gems.

No matter how fierce the wind and snow roar outside, I will never feel cold anymore.

But now I'm cold.

I feel like I'm going to die.

The blood was splashed on the white snow, and it was as red as red plum blossoms in winter. The metal knife was covered with blood that had been frozen at a low temperature. It was my blood and someone else's blood.

The air I sucked into my lungs was so cold that my lungs ached. The coldness that entered my body spread all the way from my trachea to my internal organs. I opened my mouth wide and exhaled white smoke. Dissipate in the air little by little.

I was in a panic like a wolf at the end of the road. I was struggling in the snow, my legs were as heavy as lead, and every time I took a step, my breathing became heavier. Sometimes it is not people who kill me, but the weather.

People didn't kill me, it was the weather that did.

Retribution, is it finally here?

When I was young, I met a wandering monk who was blind but could see things that my eyes could not see.

The old monk's eye sockets sunken, he turned the rosary in his hand and said: "The karma that has been done will definitely be repaid in the future."

"What are you talking about?" I asked him.

The wandering monk twirled the rosary in his hand: "Retribution, I'm talking about retribution, the karma you create will eventually usher in retribution in the future, little girl."

"I don't understand," I said. "Then what will happen to me?"

"That depends on what kind of karma you have created." The old monk said.

So this is my karma.

There was a vast expanse of whiteness in front of me, except for a few monotonous blacks, I couldn't see other colors, and my vision gradually began to blur. At first, the realization became dim, and even the white that was particularly conspicuous in the snow began to dim. The cells responsible for supplying oxygen seemed to be on strike. The oxygen supply could not be supplied, and the vision began to blur, and large black spots climbed up the field of vision. The blood vessels connected to the heart in the body were desperately pumping blood, but no matter what, they could not stop the fading breath.

All the organs in the body are like parts that are overloaded, and the moment I am overwhelmed, my knees go limp.

"Puff-"

I fell into the snow, and the breath in my mouth became weaker and weaker.

I'm dying.

I stared blankly at the white in front of me, and the black spots in my field of vision looked like a group of snakes spreading upwards.

I know I'm going to die.

But I feel like I forgot something.

what is it then?

Besides Madara, do I have any other important people living in the world?

What about Madara?What is he... doing now?

I seem to want to meet someone.

But who is he?

It was very dark, and the dark sky was crowded by dark clouds, and the sun could not shine at all.

Why isn't there... the sun?

sun……

Yes, I want to meet... my sun!

"Song."

I heard someone shouting, the tone was warm, like the wind with the temperature of the sun in spring.

So warm.

Is it the sun?

are you calling me

Sometimes it is the roar of wind and snow tearing in the ear, and sometimes it is the crackling sound of coals burning in the brazier. The temperature emitted is as warm as a hot spring in winter, and people can't help but indulge in it.

The temperature of the sun enveloped my whole body almost immediately after that cry.

Something is cracking, like a river that freezes in winter, and when the warm spring comes, the ice melts and the river starts flowing again.

The breath of the sun is close at hand, and in a trance, I saw the crimson hair tail and the sun wheel earrings shaking in the wind and snow.

"I found you."

His tone was very soft, but he was panting slightly, his warm cheek was pressed against mine, and every time he uttered a word, he exhaled warm breath, which was warm.

One hand wrapped around my waist, and the other held the back of my head. The hand was as warm as my cheek. I was hugged by him and stuck tightly in his arms.

The strong wind rolled the snowflakes, howling and tearing them, I stretched out my hand and hugged the sun.

So warm.

I closed my eyes and buried my cheeks in his warm neck presumptuously.

The author has something to say:

Sugar, although there is a bit of a knife in the front, but this chapter is still sugar at the end.

Yuanyi found her in Song's memory.