Uchiha is at it again!

"...Can I tell Tobuma about this? He will be very happy."

Before going to bed that day, Hashirama tried to make a deal with him in a muffled voice: "Look, I didn't pay the bill by myself. If I told Tobuma, one more person will share the burden. Brother Queyi, you will get it one day earlier." It's money, isn't it?"

"You just tell Thousand-Handed Buddha that there is no problem."

"Eh? Is it okay?"

Hashirama asked in surprise: "Can I really tell my father? But if my father finds out, Brother Queyi will realize what you want to hide."

"So what, he can still come and beat me?"

Que Yu doesn't care.

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"A world destroyed by war, it sounds a bit bad."

Kusuo rolled the dice and finally got a "4". He held the chess piece and jumped four steps, just skipping the punishment of [singing the theme song of Ultraman Tiga loudly]. Rolling the dice: "After all, human beings... By the way, why hasn't Qingming come at this time?"

"right."

Kusuo remembered something: "Seimei can't come anymore, he passed away during the days when I went to Heian-kyo."

"Dead."

Queyou took the chess piece and jumped five steps: "Where did Qingming go? Gao Tianyuan still stayed in the underworld."

"He didn't want to become a god, so he stayed in the underworld as a dead person, but no one dared to treat him as a dead person."

"Who said that the gods of Japan cannot be separated from the beliefs of human beings? Without beliefs, even gods will disappear. Seimei, who is so loose and proud, entrusts his fate to such ethereal things? He definitely doesn't want to."

Just another person left.

Queyou supported his face and watched Kusuo move the pieces: "Kusuo, are you okay? It's the first time you've seen the people around you leave you."

"I'm okay."

Kusuo's tone was flat: "No matter how much sadness there is, when I saw that guy in the underworld being held by his shikigami like a fragile object, hugging left and right, eating wine and having fun, there was nothing at all."

Hearing what Kusuo said, Queyou felt relieved: "That's good, but it's a pity that you also said to see Seimei and make fun of him."

"What are you kidding him about, what fun did you hear in that hell?"

"...Pfft, haha, hahahahahahahahaha!!"

As soon as Queyou mentioned this, he couldn't help but patted the table and laughed loudly: "Let me tell you, Abe Seimei in that world actually became a wanted criminal in hell! My God, the onmyoji who hunted down ghosts was hunted down by ghosts, Is there anything more fun than this! Also, that Abe Seimei has golden hair, golden curly hair, hahahahahahahahahaha!!"

He smiled while gesticulating: "In the end, together with his mother, a thousand-year-old fox demon was defeated by the slippery ghost. You know the slippery ghost, right? A monster with this shape on the back of its head."

"know."

But it was because he knew that he was shocked: "Abe Seimei is so weak in that world?"

"No, that Nue is just the dark side of Abe Seimei—didn't Seimei do this too? A Kuro Seimei was split."

Just as Que You was about to continue to elaborate, he suddenly stopped: "Wait, something actually happened to me...I'll leave for a while."

"kindness."

Kusuo watched Queyou leave, lowered his head and tried to combine Seimei's face with the image that Queyou had described: "...Pfft."

No, I really want to laugh.

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Hashirama held the phone nervously, and with a "beep", a broken voice sounded from the other end of the phone: "... Senju Hashirama, do you know that it is late at night? I have something to say tomorrow ?!"

"Great, you can actually get through! Hell's mobile phone is powerful! Oh! I'm just talking about business and don't hit me on the head! Que--Brother Queyou, my father wants to talk to you."

"A Thousand-Handed Buddha? Ha - how did he find me? What did you tell him?"

Queyou yawned: "To be honest, I called someone in the middle of the night. If I'm still in hell now, I will encounter strange stories."

"Brother Queyou, didn't you say that it's okay to tell father? I'll tell father what happened between Banjianwajian."

Hashirama glanced at his father with a dark face, and said in a low voice, "I also said that we can talk about it tomorrow, but my father must call you now."

...Ah, yes, the avatar thought this was a good opportunity to get in touch with Senshou, and sent him back without using magic to seal Hashirama's memory.

but……

"...You revealed it a little too quickly."

"Hey, don't I want to see my brother sooner?"

Zhu Jian smiled embarrassedly, and trembled under the increasingly oppressive eyes of Thousand Hand Buddha Jian: "Well, did I give the phone to my father?"

"Give it, give it."

Relying on the fact that the old father didn't know how to turn on the loudspeaker between the mobile phone pillars, he carefully handed in the mobile phone, Buddha took a deep breath, and tried to control his tone to be more pleasant: "Uchiha Sparrow?"

"Oh, among the Thousand-Handed Buddhas, the Patriarch of the Thousand-Handed Buddha."

Que You pressed his temple: "What do you have to talk to me about tonight?"

Patriarch Qianshou let out a dry cough. He felt a little ashamed to talk about money with his nemesis' eldest son, so he said in a low voice, "...it's about the expense."

Queyou opened the phone and rubbed his ears: "Ah? No, what are you talking about, can you speak louder? I can't hear clearly."

"...I said the cost of healing between the tiles!"

Fojian became angry with embarrassment: "You pretended not to hear you on purpose! Sure enough, you are blackmailing Qianshou! That price is too outrageous!"

"What nonsense are you talking about, Patriarch of the Fojian?"

Queyou sat cross-legged on the quilt, and once again released a sound-proof magic against the wall, with a half-hearted smile: "My price can be said to be very conscientious, okay?"

"The price of conscience? Do you have any misunderstanding about the word conscience? Oh, yes, I forgot, you are a Uchiha."

"Okay, since you said so, I will have a good stroke with you."

Queyou sneered: "You must still remember what the corpse of [Wajian] you brought back looked like. Hashirama also told you that it was my forged substitute, right?"

Thousand-handed Buddha did not speak to each other, nor did the thousand-handed brothers.

"Do you think I forged the body indiscriminately?"

Queyou said word by word: "Wrong. Qianshou Buddha, what kind of corpse did you see, what did Qianshouwajian look like when I rescued it—"

The Thousand Hands choked for breath, pain flashed across their faces.

"And I saved him. Let me ask, can you handle that kind of injury with thousands of hands?"

Queyou asked back: "I used his cells to grow the body (bionic doll) to complement the skin and incomplete parts of his body that were blown away. Among the Thousand-handed Buddha, can you thousand-handed?"

No.

The thousand-armed Buddha hides his face in pain: the medical ninjutsu of the thousand hands, in the final analysis, only stimulates the activity of cells, and cannot regenerate severed limbs.

"I won't mention his medical expenses and medical expenses, etc., and then we will talk about the board room."

"What happened in Wajian made me discover that someone was secretly targeting Senju and Uchiha, so I worried that he would also be targeted when I was walking in the boardroom, so I secretly put down ninjutsu props (magic prohibition) on him in advance. "

Queyou said he was thirsty, rubbed a piece of ice and threw it into his mouth, biting with a "creak" sound: "It is also because of this prop that he was pierced through the heart and saved his life. Among the Thousand Hands Buddha, you Thousand Hands Can you save the board that pierced through the heart?"

Thousand-handed Buddha didn't speak, but Feijian answered for his father in his heart:...it can't.

Queyou took out the computer from the treasure of the king and pressed it madly: "So--I don't want too much for medical expenses. Then, Wajian's recuperation expenses, medical expenses... Banjian's ninjutsu protective props, medical expenses , recuperation expenses... add up to this amount."

Hearing the female voice read out a price that was higher than what was originally said, Thousand Hands Buddha stiffened his body.

"Now, tell me, among Thousand Hands Buddha, is the money I want too much?"

"...Not too much."

"Is the price conscientious?"

"……conscience."

"So, when will the money be paid?"

"...Then what, can it be cheaper?"

Qianshou Buddha said cheekily, and Queyou's voice instantly became icy: "Don't push yourself too hard, I've already seen that the face I have known Qianshouzhu for so many years has given you a lot. Since you haven't Satisfied, that's good, then repay the original amount, plus interest [-]%—"

"Etc., etc!"

The toothache between Senju Buddha hurriedly stopped: "Uchiha Chosuke, you really deserve to be an Uchiha..."

"Thank you for the compliment, so what's your choice?"

"...I want to see the board room and the tile room."

"I want to make sure this isn't another hoax by you Uchihas," he said.

"Oh, you want to see the tiles between the boards...OK."

Queyou thought of Xiao Qianshou and a certain Da Qianshou, and his expression became subtle: "I hope your heart can bear it when the time comes, Qianshou Buddha."

He said sincerely.

Hanging up the phone, Qianshou Buddhajian held the mobile phone, and slowly shifted his gaze to Qianshou Zhujian: "What does his last sentence mean?"

Hashirama shrugged innocently: "I don't know wow."

An ominous premonition suddenly rose in Thousand Hands Buddha's heart.

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"—So! My avatar must be intentional!"

After hanging up the phone, Queyou fell asleep immediately, and Queyou, who returned to the space, collapsed and shouted: "It's okay to display the ninjutsu materials I have researched, or send him back without sealing Zhujian's memory, even if he can't refute it. The reason for this cannot change the fact that he is taking revenge on me!"

"It's you after all."

Kusuo drooped his eyes: "Don't you know what kind of person you are?"

Very vengeful.

"However, why is the memory of Bufeng Qianshouzhujian also revenge?"

"Because, Senshou Zhujian is a thousand hands."

Queyou covered his face: "You think, Senshou knows about me, but Uchiha doesn't know, and the old enemy knows, but as my father, he doesn't know—"

"..."

"..."

The two were silent for a moment.

"...For the safety of your life and the harmony of your family, you should confess as soon as possible."

"...Is this the only thing you have to say about my grief??!"

Queyou raised his head in grief and indignation: "Aren't I pitiful? Am I not helpless? Tell me a story! The story of Ping'an Jing! I've already told you about my survival journey in a different world!"

Blue veins popped out of Kusuo's forehead: "You are so annoying! If you want to know, just say no!"

"Hey—how boring—"

The older the bamboo horse, the more bearish it is, Kusuo sighed: "I really can't do anything about you... You haven't come here for the past few days, Seimei and I are still worried about whether you have encountered any trouble."

"Let you worry."

"Nothing happened in Heian-kyo this time, but Qingxin's charm has become quite proficient."

Kusuo said slowly: "Drink tea and chat with Seimei when he's around, and drink tea and chat with his grandson when he's not around, and occasionally help his grandson solve difficult ghosts, it's pretty satisfying."

"I said, why are you getting more facial paralysis... Is it really good to step into the old people's work and rest early? How long have you stayed in Ping'an Jing to develop this mentality?"

"Ah, about three years. The Purifying Mantra is very useful, but unfortunately it can only be used in the Heian-kyo era with spiritual power... If it weren't for some minor accidents, I would like to stay for a few more years."

Kusuo's voice gradually became lower, and his expression became visible to the naked eye: "...No, it's not a small accident at all."

"what happened?"

Queyou hastily raised Kusuo's face and looked left and right: "Is someone bothering you? Who? You tell me, I'll go out and read some cursed books with superpowers, and I'll curse him for you."

"...Someone gave me a kimono."

"What's this??"

"What's the point of giving someone a kimono, shouldn't you know better than me?"

"But it's a male gift to a female... Wait? Someone sent you a kimono to propose?"

Que You was so shocked that he let go of his hand: "Which girl is so powerful?!"

"Who said it was a girl? If it was a girl, I wouldn't scare myself from going back to my own world."

Kusuo said angrily: "I obviously didn't do anything, why did I manage to gain [-] favorability with me?"

"……what?"

"It can always bring another meaning to my behavior. Isn't it what a friend should do to ask Seimei about his condition from time to time after leaving Heianjing? Why do you think I like him?"

"……Eh??!"

"Tell him frankly that it's not what he thought. It's true that the favorability has dropped sharply, but it has risen at a faster rate—the favorability that was originally only [-] has directly increased to [-]. After all, he has made up for it. What?!"

"No, wait, Kusuo!"

Que You raised his hand and called to stop: "...you mean Ma Ye Boy?"

"He has changed his name to King Ma Cang Ye."

"Oh, King Ma Cang Ye... But isn't he, isn't he a boy? He proposed to you?"

Queyou trembling fingers: "Did I remember wrong? Is he actually a girl?"

Kusuo looked at Queyou who couldn't believe the reality with pity and despair: "No, he is indeed a boy."

"Eh? Eh?? Boys and boys, can they fall in love??"

Queyou held his head in a daze, and a sinful door slowly opened towards him.