The King of Shadows

Chapter 240 Eternal Art

Bright day, dreary wind.

The red-haired child quietly opened his eyes and looked at the world. His appearance carried too much joy and hope.

Under the warm care of his parents, the boy gradually grew up, showing off his new life and vigor to the world, but the wind...is still bleak, and from time to time, it will cast a layer of yellow gauze on the village, as if the fate of the boy , trembling quietly in the wind.

One day, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and the dark clouds carried a heavy and terrifying oppressive force, which made people breathless.

The parents who went out never came back, they fell on the battlefield...

Finally, a thunderbolt sounded, the ferocious thunder and lightning cut through the cloud curtain, the heavy rain poured down, and the strong wind blew violently, mercilessly destroying that immature heart.

His small body stood alone in the wind and rain, blankly looking up at the raging dark clouds.

Everyone's heart slowly tightened and ached.

Finally, a ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, covering his thin body with slight warmth.

The same sad old man taught the boy how to make dolls. Whenever he was lonely, he would stay in the house and tinker silently.

Play alone, study alone, and make puppets alone... He doesn't need anyone to accompany him, because there are puppets "father" and "mother".

In the bleak wind and rain, the wind blows, the cold hut is a little candlelight, the boy is curled up on the big bed, the puppets on both sides hug him tightly...

The picture scroll stopped there, and what remained in everyone's hearts... was that little happiness with a bitter taste...

The corners of Xie's eyes were slightly wet, but it disappeared immediately.

In his vague memory, he saw his ignorant childhood. He saw himself who was only four or five years old hugging the puppet tightly. Because he was too sad, his expression was contorted, and his body trembled so violently.

But even at that time, I endured that kind of pain and desperate loneliness, but I didn't make a sound, let alone shed a tear, because he could only bear everything, no one would care about himself, no one would care Own…

All he has...is just himself...maybe there are two cold puppets...

And what is hope?Why can't I see no matter how hard I try to open my eyes...

Then the me now, is in that past... slowly changing...

The flute sounded for half a minute, and at this moment the ending note sounded.

When the flute left her lips, Xue Shenyue's eyes flashed unspeakable sadness, but it was fleeting.

In the next second, he already had an elegant smile on his face.

Quiet, incomparably quiet, even the wind seemed to completely hide its own existence, without causing the slightest whistling.

He didn't break the atmosphere, but stood there with a smile, looking at the faces immersed in the illusion. Among them, there were young ninjas, unsmiling jonin, and old people with white hair and childlike face. With exception, they all fell into this wonderful illusion.

The mournful sound of the flute made their hearts tremble heavily at first, and then gradually turned into sharp knives, piercing deeply into their hearts, making them feel so painful that even their souls trembled violently. .

They could feel the desperate loneliness, and the obsession that the immature heart longed for, and the heart trembled more and more intensely.

However, in the seemingly endless rendering of sadness, the last scene of slightly sour little happiness shocked everyone.

It turns out that in despair, even a little bit of light can be so moving...

As the sound of the flute faded away, everyone's eyes slowly opened, and when they looked at Xie, they were less angry and more emotional.

"So... this is what you said... art..."

Xie murmured: "It can make everyone fall into the illusion willingly...and change their minds unconsciously...it's really...remarkable..."

Xue Shenyue nodded slightly, he knew that Xie had reached his limit, so he didn't want to interrupt the other party's last words.

"In this way... I too... can... leave my own... eternal... art..."

Xie suddenly smiled softly. In the illusion created by the sound of the flute, it was not only other people who were changed, even he himself was touched unconsciously.

"At this last moment...all I wanted...was...their hugs..."

The ten fingers of both hands of the scorpion suddenly shot out several slight chakra threads, they were connected to the puppet "father" and "mother", and then gently moved, let go of the ninja in his hand, and slowly hugged the scorpion himself, in arms...

His head was slightly lowered, and he didn't move at all, and finally left this cruel world like this.

"Scorpion...in the art you left...shouldn't be missing...my...old woman..."

In the eyes of everyone, Grandma Qiandai stood up tremblingly, walked up a few unsteady steps, came to Xie, looked at her own grandson kindly, closed her eyes at last, and passed away...

Yukamizuki...someone like you...is really happy to appear in the ninja world created by boring old people like us...

My whole life...have never done anything right...

But in the end...I finally had a chance to make...the right choice...Exchanging my old woman's soul...for the life of Gaara, who was recognized by you...It is really the most cost-effective...

Hidden Sand Village...and Hidden Leaf Village...in the future...maybe different from our time...

I can feel...you have an incredible power...it's different from other people in this world...so I think...you can become a shadow like never before...and use that power to change the future of the whole world...

Dry space, torn ground, Gaara seemed to hear someone's voice calling him.

"Who...is calling my name...is it a hallucination..."

He silently looked at his palm, and murmured: "This hand...is still my hand...my hand...I...who the hell..."

On his cheeks, inexplicable tears fell, in this lonely world, he was alone.

"Wake up..."

Snapped.

A white palm suddenly patted his shoulder, and when he looked back, he saw a strange but familiar face, without the previous mask, his handsome face and the red mole between his eyebrows, he was quite strangely handsome .

Although his appearance has changed a lot, and his shattered hair has grown long and fell to his shoulders, Gaara can still recognize who he is at a glance, because as long as he looks into his deep eyes, he can feel the light contained in them.

A light of hope that can illuminate everyone...

"Wake up..."

The young man said gently: "You should wake up... Gaara..."

(End of this chapter)