[Comprehensive] Today's pear is also lucky E

A figure appeared in the blurred vision of tears, Huali raised her eyes that were red and swollen from crying, it was Itachi.

Itachi silently looked at her who was crouching by the tree and crying, her eyes were complicated as if she wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth but said nothing, and then sighed softly after a while: "Go back."

"..." Huali hugged her knees silently, buried her face between her knees and said sullenly, "Go back first, and leave me alone."

There was silence in her ears for a while, and then there was the rustling sound of clothes rubbing, Huali raised her head suspiciously, only to find that the weasel in front of her sat down against a tree trunk.

"Shisui is gone," Itachi raised his eyes and glanced at her, his face became expressionless again, "I will help him take care of you."

"...Can't you just let me be alone?" Huali said dryly, but the sourness in her heart began to surge, "Forget it, let's go back."

What, what do you mean he is gone, he will obviously come back.

Huali bit her lower lip tightly, forced her tears back, then stood up and patted the leaves on her clothes, and walked forward without saying a word.

The two walked to the door of her house one after the other. The room belonging to Zhishui was pitch-black, with no light at all. Huali took out the key to open the door, but her hands trembled slightly. She couldn't give the key to her. into that little hole.

Itachi on the side finally couldn't stand it anymore, reached out and took the key in her hand: "I'll do it."

Huali didn't refuse, and took a step back to let him open the door for her. After the lock clicked, Itachi returned the key to her: "I'll go back first, come to me if you need anything."

Holding the cold key in the palm of her hand, Huali responded in a low voice, walked into the house and closed the door, the footsteps outside the door gradually faded away, no sound could be heard in the silent room, only the crows raised in the still water outside the window There will be occasional "quack" calls.

"He can't raise you anymore," Huali slowly changed her shoes, walked to her room, and said to herself in the air, "I have no experience in raising crows either."

The crow outside the window seemed to understand her words, flapped its wings and flew away slowly, and the unpleasant cries gradually faded away, Huali fell on the bed exhausted, his body was already terribly sleepy, and his head was also groggy. But she couldn't sleep.

The moon outside the window has moved from one end to the other. Huali lay on her side on the bed, quietly watching the starry night sky, but suddenly there was a voice behind her——

"Huali, I'm back."

Huali's heart shrank suddenly, and her fingers unconsciously grabbed the bed sheet. She turned her head nervously and looked behind her. Zhishui was standing by the bed and looking at her with a smile. His eyes were intact and his face was clean. There was no blood stain on it, and it looked as if everything that happened was just Huali's dream.

It's just that when Zhishui habitually stretched out his hand and tried to stroke her head, his hand passed through her head.

"Stupid?" Huali sat up from the bed and stared at his translucent fingertips, "The spirit body can't touch me."

"Ahaha...really?" Zhishui showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, and then laughed in a low voice, "It's great, the eyes are still there, and I can still see you."

"..." Huali puffed up her cheeks and looked away, then slowly lowered her eyes, "...Hey, what does it feel like to die?"

"...Uh," Shisui held his chin and thought about it for a while, "Maybe it's like... the feeling of floating in water?"

Huali gave him a silent look: "Didn't you fall into the water in the first place?"

"Okay," Zhishui rolled his eyes and smiled softly, "Actually, I was full of you before I died, so I don't even remember what it felt like."

Huali was taken aback for a moment, her eyes quickly turned red, she looked away awkwardly, and muttered in a low voice: "... idiot."

Shisui died, and Uchiha did cause some confusion because of his death. The coup was put on hold, but the matter was far from over.

Because Shisui was more worried about Itachi, the only one in Uchiha who did not approve of the coup, he suggested that Huali go to see him, but the timing of Huali's visit was also very unfortunate. She just turned the corner and saw Itachi standing on the street, And several Uchiha tribesmen were falling to the ground.

Almost at the moment when he realized that the atmosphere between Itachi and those members of the police force was not right, Huali hid behind the wall vigilantly, and heard Itachi say in a deep voice: "... the attachment to the organization, the attachment to the clan, the attachment to The obsession with fame is that these terrible things imprison the self, imprison the measure, and at the same time, it is also fear... the stupid behavior of hating unknown things!"

"Shut up, Itachi!"

The sudden appearance of Fuyue stopped him from making some unclear words, Itachi slowly raised his head, and met Fuyue with a cold gaze.

"Enough, what's going on?" Fu Yue frowned and looked at him, "Itachi, you've become more and more strange recently."

"...I didn't," Itachi lowered his eyes, "I was just fulfilling my mission."

"Then why didn't you go to the rally yesterday?" Fu Yue continued to ask him.

"..." Itachi was silent for a while, and then said, "In order to be closer to the peak."

"What?" Fu Yue looked at him puzzled, his brows furrowed even tighter.

Unexpectedly, Itachi suddenly took out a kunai from the ninja bag at this moment, and without even looking at it, he shot the kunai precisely into the center of the fan pattern printed on the wall.

"My capacity...is already giving up on this useless family," Itachi murmured in a low voice, "It is precisely because you are obsessed with small things that you are obsessed with the things that are really important, the real changes. Not bound by rules, hunches, or imagination."

Fu Yue's face suddenly sank: "You are too arrogant!"

Itachi's words froze, and then he closed his mouth in silence. The clansmen who fell on the ground had slowly got up, glared at him angrily and said, "If you speak such wild words again, we will treat you badly." You're welcome!"

Huali was startled, and subconsciously wanted to go out to stop them, but Zhishui quickly blocked her.

"Don't go," Shisui said in a low voice, "I can understand why Itachi said these words, but they couldn't, otherwise Uchiha wouldn't have turned into this situation."

Huali gritted her teeth and looked over there, but she didn't expect Itachi to kneel down suddenly with a plop, and then leaned down and said, "I didn't kill Zhishui, but I did make a mistake just now, I'm sorry."

...Kill Zhishui?

Huali looked back at Zhishui in surprise, didn't he leave a suicide note?Why is he still suspected of killing him, and still suspect itachi?

Danzo, the real murderer, has nothing to do...Damn it.

"Sharingan can easily imitate handwriting, and you know that," Shisui turned his head a little unbearably, "What's more, the Uchiha clan didn't trust Itachi, otherwise they wouldn't have sent me to monitor him."

"That weasel now..."

Before Huali finished speaking, she saw Itachi walking towards her, and she immediately closed her mouth, pretending to be here just now: "Itachi, good afternoon."

Itachi raised his head and glanced at her, his blood-red eyes radiated a scorching light, Huali was taken aback for a moment, thinking of Zhishui behind him in a blink of an eye, before he could block his sight, Itachi froze there, a little uncomfortable Looking behind her in disbelief: "...Zhishui?"

As soon as he said his name, Itachi immediately looked behind him, his eyes became alert and defensive, and when he was sure that no one was following him, he grabbed Huali's wrist: "Follow me."

After walking all the way into the small forest, Itachi let go of her, frowned and looked at Zhishui who was obviously transparent behind her: "Is it the soul?"

Zhishui nodded: "I'm sorry... Itachi, I didn't think about it well, and made you subject to such suspicion."

"..." Itachi didn't respond, he didn't seem to care about the way he was treated just now, but walked around Shisui, "As long as you open Sharingan, I can still see you... that's great. "

"Thank you, Huali." Zhishui curled up his lips and smiled, "If it wasn't for her pulling my soul, I wouldn't be able to stay here."

Itachi looked down at Huali, but there was a little more inquiry in his eyes: "You really are not an ordinary person."

"Didn't you already know that?" Huali couldn't help but rolled her eyes, she remembered that Itachi discovered that she could talk to invisible things when she was ten years old.

"I thought you could only see." Itachi looked away, "I didn't expect you to have the ability to control the soul."

Zhishui was stunned, and suddenly reminded him as if he remembered something: "Itachi, do you still remember..."

"I remember," Itachi nodded resolutely, "I won't say anything, and besides, I can't let anyone discover your existence anymore."

Zhishui laughed clearly: "I know, I will pay attention."

Huali watched the two of them chatting as usual, her heart gradually filled with a warm feeling, the scene in front of her didn't look any different from before, except that Zhishui couldn't touch her, everything was still the same as before.

It would be great if it could go on like this, Huali thought silently in her heart, even if she only had a soul, as long as she could stay by her side forever.

However, what she had been worrying about still came.

The souls of dead humans cannot wander in the world for a long time. If they are too attached to the world, they will become earth-bound spirits, and if they are too obsessed, they will become wraiths.

No matter what kind, they are all the objects Huali eliminates, and in the process of eliminating these grievances, she often encounters some people who come to rescue these souls and wear black kimonos.

They call themselves - Death.