Naruto Konoha Rebellion

Chapter 45
There is nothing scary about human heads.

Mizuki once personally pulled the hair of the hideous and bloody dead people, slowly dragged them across the ground, and buried them in the loess. He also thoughtfully gave these dead people very nice names.

The death of life is an irreversible truth in nature. This is a reality that even the lunatic Mizuki who always likes to challenge the truth and even distort the truth is absolutely convinced.

There are two reasons why the living are sensitive to the dead: the death of the same kind reminds a person of the fact that he himself will die, or he has watched too many horror movies.

Speaking of it, he has always thought that horror movies are the most boring entertainment products. This stuff aims to be scary from the beginning and has no logic. Most of the reasons why the audience screamed are only because of the rendering of the music and the ugliness of the props. .

In fact, the really scary things don't need music and props to be specially arranged, as long as they are abrupt enough.

This is the so-called power of lens conversion.

So, when the girl unexpectedly met the disheveled Japanese national idol Sadako who suddenly crawled out from the TV, she was really shocked.

Then, the lovely Sadako was crushed by that girl.

With a wave of the girl's hand, Sadako, who didn't even show her face, turned into powder, destroying the house along with it.

Mizuki laughed.

"You shouldn't have any mood swings. You need to know about illusion. If even the caster has panic, anxiety, and worry, chakra turmoil will inevitably occur. Of course, you have done well enough, at least Instead of running away screaming, you fight back."

Between the words, the entire space suddenly distorted.

When the space was squeezed to the limit by a pair of unknown hands, there was a bang, and the space shattered.

The chaotic fragments shuttled and flew in this illusion like hiding XZ, each fragment flashed a clear picture.

That is Mizuki's memory.

The girl bowed and took a step back, her eyes full of disbelief.

"What did you do?!" the girl yelled.

"Ha ha."

Mizuki raised a finger, took a fragment from the false storm, and admired the ultra-clear version of the picture inside the fragment - in a steel forest, a solitary figure walking through the vast sea of ​​people.

"People should calm down, read more books, and increase their knowledge. This is what an old friend told me many years ago. Later, he was fired the day after he finished speaking. After all, not every boss Those who have the guts to let their drivers play with their mobile phones while driving, yes, e-books are also books, as for whether the fantasy novels of every second, every second, every second, can increase people’s knowledge, I reserve my opinion on this point, tsk, let me tell you This incident is nothing more than to explain a simple and profound truth, that is - don't stand stupidly and listen to a man who wants to kill you, do you think he will have any good intentions?"

Mizuki's smiling face almost reached his ears, like a third-rate drama actor trying his best to play a madman, but in fact, his heart was so peaceful.

"Hmph, no matter what you're doing, you won't be able to undo this technique." The girl suddenly retorted very calmly.

Mizuki let out a "huh".

The chaotic memory fragments around fell with the girl's rebuttal, and they all turned into one picture—three lonely tombstones, with three names engraved on the surface of the tombstones, Shui Yifeng, Yu Juan, and Shui Weihua.

Mizuki narrowed his eyes.

"Is another layer of illusion superimposed? Such an illusion should be the technique of Narakumi."

"Does it make people see scary images?"

"Very good," he paused, suppressed his voice, and said in a hoarse voice, "You managed to piss me off."

After finishing speaking, there was a bang.

A surge of chakra roared irregularly like a huge wave, expanding continuously.

The entire space is like a big piece of candy, which quickly melts in front of the huge boiling chakra.

At the same time, a fuzzy palm travels through space, from nothingness to concreteness, suddenly becoming clear in the chaos.

A shining gaze, like a raging fire, suddenly plunged into a pair of beautiful eyes of a hot and charming woman through falsehood.

Angry, crazy, desperate, the emotions contained in this gaze are enough to make people collapse.

The charming woman's heart was shocked, and her body couldn't help froze.

So, that palm took advantage of the opportunity to pinch her white and smooth neck.

The charming woman let out an "uh", her eyes were full of doubt and despair, and then blood rushed to her head, and her white and tender skin turned into a sour purple, and she was about to lose her breath.

At this moment, an old and hoarse voice sounded, like a reminder or a warning: "Young man, no killing is allowed here, this is the rule."

If it was normal, Mizuki would have scoffed and talked a lot about rules, and then used all kinds of sophistry to prove that the rules are bullshit, and then pinched them hard, directly destroying the talk in his hand.

But at this time, he didn't implement such a slightly bloody comparison plan, not for anything else, but because he, who claims to be a wise man, still missed two things after all.

Last night, after he used up [-]% of his chakra, he ran around in the rain for more than eight hours without eating or drinking. Although he ate a few Bingliang pills, he could barely maintain his body functions.

That's why he didn't burst out of power immediately after realizing that he was under the illusion, directly disrupting the chakra operation of the illusion he was under.

But not breaking out immediately doesn't mean it won't break out.

People always have weaknesses.

Nowadays, there are very few things that can make Mizuki angry, but the illusion of Narakumijutsu easily aroused his anger.

For a prodigal son like him who has a home but cannot return and lives in another world with no one to rely on, what worries him most is the safety of his family.

Even if he can accept or even create cruel tragedies with his own hands, he cannot be ruthless after all.

Mizuki let go of his hand, shaking slightly.

In addition to the reason why Chakra has bottomed out and the body is weak, there is another important reason.

Mizuki looked around, an ordinary restaurant with more than [-] square meters, not too big, but full of diners mixed with dragons and snakes, depending on their attire, there were warriors, vendors, and ninjas.

Of course, the real identity has no way of knowing.

These people looked over with different expressions, and there seemed to be a trace of longing in their eyes, as if Mizuki was a piece of delicious pork belly.

interesting.

Mizuki swallowed another Bingliang pill with lightning speed.

He never underestimated anyone, so it was done just in case.

"May I ask one thing, how long have I been here, boss." Mizuki looked at a short old woman beside him.

The old woman was wrinkled and leaning on a crooked cane, she replied blankly, "Three seconds."

"Oh? It's really amazing!"

Mizuki turned his head and looked at the charming woman who was kneeling on one knee and touching her throat out of breath, and praised softly: "Not only can you combine the techniques of the fox's heart, the technique of wrong here and the technique of Naraku's vision, You have also reached the level of controlling thinking and cognition, should I say that you are the only illusion master in Konoha Village who does not rely on blood inheritance to limit boundaries, Yuhi Hongchan."

(End of this chapter)