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

In various senses, Yuanyi and I are two completely opposite people, not only in different worlds, but also in temperament.

Yuanyi doesn't like fighting, no matter whether the opponent is a human or a ghost.I think that if there hadn't been that incident on the spot, Yuanyi might never have participated in this war between humans and ghosts that has lasted for hundreds of years.

Yuanyi felt sincerely uncomfortable for the pain of others. After knocking down Yan Sheng's kendo teacher with a bag bamboo knife for the first time, he threw the knife directly, expressing that he didn't want to take the knife anymore. The feeling of beating others was too uncomfortable.

If you want to compare my reaction to beating someone with a knife for the first time with Yuan Yi's, I'm afraid I can't do it, because I have almost forgotten the first time I took a knife.

But I remember the feeling of killing people for the first time clearly. The feeling of blood splashing on the face was very uncomfortable. The pupils of the person I stabbed into the heart shrank and trembled. I would gutter capsize on a five-year-old kid.

I am killing people.

At that time, my heart was peaceful, as calm as a pool of stagnant water. The killing at that time only left me with confusion and incomprehension. deep sin.

Two completely different people would not have met in the first place, and even if they did, it was probably just a trivial encounter like passing by.

Yuan Yi gave me the feeling of being dumb and stunned since he was a child. His appearance is the type that many girls would like. However, the two characteristics mentioned above are in my eyes very hindering him from finding a wife. In the eyes of other girls But inexplicably became reliable and firm.

What woman doesn't like a man who is firm and dependable, and handsome?There are many girls who like Yuanyi, but none of them fail.

Amidst my countless sighs and sighs, Yuanyi still maintains these two characteristics that prevent him from finding a wife.

I never thought that I would have such feelings for Yuan Yi who was completely different from me, the feelings that made me flustered.

"Yuanyi." I held the bamboo skewer with the meatballs on it, and out of the corner of my eye, I looked at the little girl who opened the curtain at the door and peeked in. "That girl has been staring at you."

Ever since I entered the meatball house, the little girl serving tea and water for the guests has always passed by intentionally or unintentionally. When passing by, she would secretly glance at Yuanyi who was sitting in front of me with cautious eyes that did not attract others' attention.

Yuan looked up from the steaming teacup, "I know she's looking at me."

With eyes that see through the world, you can see almost everything in this world at a glance. This kind of overly hot gaze can be noticed even by me who has not opened Sharingan, let alone Yuanichi who is born with a transparent vision.

"Then do you know why she looks at you?" I looked at Yuanyi with a half-smile, and what was reflected in my pupils was Yuanyi's dazed look holding the cup in both hands.

I think he's kind of like a little bunny.

The rabbit is small, but he is taller than me. So many years have passed, from the beginning, the two of us are about the same height, and now I am barely taller than his shoulders.

But I think he looks like a rabbit, super like, especially now holding a teacup in a daze.

"I don't know." Yuan blinked and told me, "Why?"

"Because I like it." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the blushing face of the little girl halfway behind the curtain, and I made a mouth shape.

After saying this, Yuanyi held the teacup in his hand and stared at me with red pupils. I was a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, so I picked up the teacup and took a sip of the somewhat dry tea, pretending to be calm.

If you take a look, you won't be missing a piece of meat, not to mention that the two of us grew up together, and we have long been accustomed to each other's sight and existence.

Even so, such an overly straightforward look made me a little at a loss.

I thought his gaze would leave after finishing this cup of tea, but he just stared at me like this, with his slender eyelashes forming a shallow silhouette under his eyes.

I:"……"

What do you think you want your eyelashes to be so long for a big man?

The tea in the coarse porcelain teacup had run out, I held the empty teacup in a daze for a while, and finally put it down, "What are you looking at me for?"

"Because I like it." Yuan blinked.

I almost spit out the tea I drank. The moment I blurted out this sentence, I stood up and covered his mouth almost like a conditioned reflex.

Yuan, whose mouth was covered by me, looked at me puzzled.

Time seems to be standing still, and the slightly trembling eyelashes of the person whose mouth I covered are vividly visible in my sight. The red eyes meet my black pupils, and I can even see myself in those eyes reflection.

I didn't wear gloves, the skin on the palm touched the soft lips, the soft and delicate feeling spread along the palm, I retracted my hand again as if getting an electric shock.

After realizing that the people around me were focusing their attention here, I uncomfortably picked up the teacup, picked up the teapot and poured myself another cup of tea, taking a sip cautiously.

"Don't talk nonsense." I sat down and muttered softly.

"I didn't talk nonsense." Yuan Yi said, "I like songs, I like them very much."

I paused, and a series of footsteps gradually drifting away came to my ears, and the little girl next to me who opened a corner of the curtain and sneaked to see Yuanyi with cautious eyes was gone.

I sighed, feeling helpless, and said that your "like" didn't mean the same thing as the "like" I said.

"I really like songs." Yuan Yi repeated it seriously.

I:"……"

Regarding his own feelings, Yuanyi habitually uses his own way to express, although many times, his expression is not as he wants.

If he likes it, he will say he likes it in the most straightforward way. Sometimes he wants to be humble and express his embarrassment to the praise from others. If another person does such a move, others can see that this guy is embarrassed at a glance , but this kind of behavior was placed on Yuanyi, and everyone agreed that Mr. Rizhu didn't take this matter seriously at all.

Please refer to Yan Sheng's response for details.

My eyebrows twitched, and I said weakly: "I know, I know, I know you like me very much."

"In the future, you can't easily say you like girls." As soon as the words fell, I looked at him seriously.

"Why?" Yuan Yi was puzzled.

I choked for a moment, talking nonsense in my heart, saying this to every girl, why are you keeping fish ponds? !

"When a man says he likes a woman, it means...well...that he wants to spend his whole life with her." I thought about it for a while, and roughly explained what I understood as "like" with Yuanyi.

Have you never seen pork or seen a pig run?During those years of paid vacation, I read a lot of chapter books. Those writers were more capable of delivering knives than the other. Those who heard it were sad and those who saw it cried. I don’t know how many times I secretly wiped my tears under the covers in the middle of the night.

"I like songs." Yuanyi said again.

I:"……"

I don't think you understand me.

Hi, hi, hi.

I remember I was so exhausted to fool the past.

I am always confused, I was also confused when I died, I was also confused when I came back to life, and I was also confused when I knew I was in love.

When did I start feeling that way?I'm still confused.

I have never been able to clearly distinguish the boundary between love at first sight and love at first sight. My understanding of these two feelings almost comes from the story book, the mother's relationship with her father, and the sister-in-law's relationship with her brother.

In my understanding, the former is like boiling sugar. The longer it is boiled, the sweeter and more mellow the taste will be. The odds of winning the lottery are about the same.

Anyway, it is absolutely impossible for me to fall in love with Yuanyi at first sight, otherwise I would be a fucking beast.

Love at first sight, love at first sight, no matter which one I am in a daze.

Yuan stays in a daze, for my emotional changes, many times he can always hit the nail on the head.

Recalling those times, I found that those emotions that I thought I had hidden away had been wiped out by Yuan Yi in my heart a long time ago.

"I like songs, I like them very much."

My eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, my eyes were heavy, my legs were numb and soft, my head was groggy, my vision was dark, and my only sobriety was maintained by the pain from biting my lips tightly.

Do you really like me?

Under the sky full of stars, when I was arguing with Tsunade, I made up my mind to get married when I got back.

When I came back, I was terrified.

do you like me?

'Like' me who is so different from you.

My eyelashes fluttered slightly, sweat ran down the contours of my neck, my vision was blurred, my vision was dull, and there were black spots spreading upward like a group of snakes in my vision.

At this time, the Ubuyashiki mansion was full of ghosts. Butterfly had cut down several ghosts along the way. The sight of the ghosts could be directly connected with Onimai Tsuji. Our whereabouts have long been exposed.

It can't go on like this.

"Miss Zhu Shi." I said softly, "Butterfly."

"Why?" Butterfly angrily chopped off the ghost's head, and kicked the ghost's head far away, splashing a lot of ghost's blood on the originally neat feathers.

For some reason, I feel that this action is a bit familiar, and a certain scene flashed in my mind. When the butterfly went out to kill ghosts for the first time, it seemed that I took it with me.

This movement is exactly the same as that of me after beheading the ghost.

"Miss Ge, stop talking." Miss Zhu Shi said worriedly, "The side effects of the medicine are too great, try to save your energy."

"I also want to save some energy." I supported my drowsy head, biting my teeth harder and harder, trying to use more pain to keep myself awake.

"Listen to me," I said, "You two leave me alone and leave quickly."

Butterfly glared at me, clenched the hand holding the knife, "Are you living in a dream?"

I:"……"

Well, this girl really dares to say anything when she is irritable.

I squeezed the space between my brows, "Gimui Tsuji has found my trace."

Butterfly tightened her hand holding the knife, and walked over quickly, pulling me up almost roughly, but I didn't move.

Butterfly widened her eyes, "What are you doing?!"

"Good boy, be obedient." I said, "Go quickly, or it will be too late if you don't go."

Butterfly grabbed my collar roughly, and said grumpily, "Don't talk!"

I put my hand on the little girl's hand holding my collar, "I'm not joking, let's go."

"Listen to me, you are still a child, you have a lot of time to live well."

"I'm different. I'm an undead. For some reason, I was killed when I was in my 50s, but for some unknown reason, I came back to life. I lived nearly 20 years longer. years." The corners of my mouth rose, "I'm really an old man, I'm at least 70 years old."

Butterfly was stunned, watching my eyes gradually become dull, and the hand holding my collar loosened.

"So I'm shameless." I like Yuanyi who is nearly 50 years younger than me.

I reached out and touched Butterfly's hair again. The little girl's hair was soft, completely different from her irritable look at the moment.

"You are the trace of your mother's life and the hope left by your mother." I said, "Your mother still has something to do, right? Then you have to help her finish it."

Butterfly's eye sockets were filled with tears, and the pupils were soaked in tears, and the little girl bit her lip, trying to keep the tears from falling.

"I actually like you very much." I said, "I have no lover, so I have no children, and I have been alone for the last ten years."

"I've always wanted a little niece. Most of the clan are boys. It would be great if I had a little niece to accompany me, but my sister-in-law has all sons."

Tears fell from the eyes, and the little girl's lips were almost bitten by her.

"Actually, my son is also very good. I used to have two nephews. I liked them very much, but none of them survived in the end, and I survived alone."

"It's very painful to die by yourself, and it's even more painful to watch someone you care about die." I said, "So, butterfly, don't die in front of me."

I know you are a stubborn child, and you are also a strong child, so please, don't die in front of me.

"You're going to live till the end," I said.

"Miss Zhushi too." I turned my head to look at Miss Zhushi, "Atonement doesn't have to be death, Gui Wu Tsuji is a piece of trash, you don't have to be buried with such a piece of trash."

Miss Zhushi held my sleeve tightly, because she didn't want to hurt anyone. Miss Zhushi actually went to have her nails trimmed specially, but ghosts have a strong ability to regenerate. They often grow back after repairing today. After coming to the Ghost Killing Squad , I often see Miss Zhu Shi alone, sitting by the window full of moonlight, quietly in a daze, like a delicate doll.

"Try to save people." I said, "I never thought that I still have a day to save people. I always thought that I would only kill people."

"Please, don't say it..." Miss Zhu Shi lowered her head, her body trembling slightly, she clutched my sleeve tightly, almost tearing the fabric in her hand.

"Take a look at yourself a little bit," I said.

Can I just... look at myself a little bit now?

What is man born into the world for?

"You were born for the glory of Uchiha."

I was told so.

When I relayed this sentence to my father, I thought that my father would agree with this point of view, but the old man was beyond my expectation and just raised his eyebrows.

"Who told you such mentally retarded remarks?"

The old man looked at me condescendingly with the eyes of a mentally retarded person, taking advantage of his height. His eyes were filled with the message that "the person who said the words is mentally retarded, and the person who believes the words is even more mentally retarded. My daughter is actually mentally retarded".

"It doesn't matter what others say, the purpose of your birth, only you can draw conclusions." He told me.

"If you have to say it, people are born to live happily."

The old man seldom spoke serious words, and most of the time they were bloody speeches that ruined my childlike innocence. It was rare that he actually said a human speech to me that time.

I don’t know if I’m honored or not. I clearly understand that in the future, I’ll be respected and kept at a distance. I’m definitely not honored. In the eyes of the clan elders, I’m a bit of a muddy person who can’t support the wall. .

Are you happy?

I didn't ask him, because I think he should disdain to answer this kind of question, and I will be looked down upon by him if I ask such a question, so I only dare to ask secretly in my heart.

Are you happy, Dad?

"I'm very happy."

When did it happen?

In a blur, I saw the silver frost falling all over the ground, no, it was not frost, but the moonlight all over the ground.

In the quiet night, the ground covered with dead leaves is an extended shadow, and the long chirping of summer insects stretches into a line.

There was a person walking slowly among the tree shadows unhurriedly, making a rustling sound under his feet, which was clear and rhythmic.

He carried his sleeping daughter on his back and walked forward unhurriedly.

The sad little girl lay on his back without knowing it, sleeping like a dead pig, her chin rested on his shoulder, she tilted her head slightly, his raised hair brushed against the tip of her nose, and the little girl moved Nose, did not wake up.

The man couldn't help but sneered, the laughter was short-lived, and the next moment he was expressionless again, as if the helpless expression just now had never existed.

……

I don't know when that happened.

In my memory, my father was ghostly and stern. I have never seen such an expression. If he really showed such an expression in front of me, I would probably think that my father was possessed by something unclean.

This doesn't fit the persona of his ghostly old father at all.

"Are you happy, Dad?"

"I'm very happy."

In the dimness, there was a little more weight on my head, as if an extra hand was placed on my head.

That's it.

very nice.

……

"What kind of person does Yu Ge like?"

When a person is about to die, there will always be some messy things that come into his mind, or come out from the deepest part of his memory.

"Ah?" I was stunned when I heard this question suddenly, and I was stunned holding my rice bowl, and my sister-in-law Eri on the other side of the dining table smiled and picked up a chopsticks dish for me.

"What kind of other half does Yu Ge want?" Eri's sister-in-law asked with a smile while holding her chin.

Brother Tajima raised his head buried in the scroll when he heard his wife's question, "I don't think she can get married."

Madara nodded in agreement, and the father and son were slapped by Eri's sister-in-law for a reason.

The other half?

To be honest, I never thought about it. Finding the other half that makes me happy should be the dream of all girls, but I just didn't think much about it.

I didn't think much about it, because I locked the door tightly from the very beginning.

I bit my chopsticks and thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't figure out what the other half of my own life would be like. Mrs. Eri's eyes were shining with anticipation.

I had some troubles, so I could only say 'should be very strong'.

……

Sister-in-law Eri, the other half I want, he doesn't like to fight, he's a little dazed, but it doesn't matter.

A bit blunt to emotions, but he's fine.

There are red hair tails and flower earrings with sun ring patterns, like a walking sun, it is warm all year round, my hands are warm, my eyes are warm, I don't have to worry about being cold.

He is not very good at expressing, and I am not very good at expressing, but we both know what the other is thinking, what we want to do, and what we want to say, so it doesn't matter whether we say or not.

……

I saw fire, fire like the sun, and the crimson tails of hair swaying in the night.

The flame like flowing water was drawn in a dazzling arc, the sun wheel knife cut through the sticky muscle without hindrance, like a knife cutting into soft tofu, the snow melted under the sun, and the warm wind blew past me cheeks.

I moved my eyelids, and in my sight was the swaying sun wheel earrings.

Long time no see, I miss you very much.

The author has something to say:

This is also a chapter where all the heart knots of the song are untied.

I won’t write about the process of beating Wu Mi in detail, the main reason is that my limited brain capacity is not good at writing fighting scenes. The death of the ancestor of ghosts is a sure thing. Li was beaten severely by the Uchiha family.

There are probably a few more chapters left, thank you little angels for your support for such a long time~

One night, I tried to conceive the idea of ​​following the original line, and found that no matter how I followed the original line, it was BE. Whether the story should be written or not was yet to be considered.

After the end, there will be a special episode. The episode is a sweet episode. Don't engage in abuse. Interested little angels can come and see it.

感谢在2021-04-0721:05:43~2021-04-1121:00:45期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 30 bottles of old salted fish; 19 bottles of egg yolk skin shrimp;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!