Hokage: I Am Hinata’s Guardian Spirit

Mr. Ichimura was a little stunned. The ancestor's current emotion was somewhat different from what he expected. How could the ancestor who once said he would lead the craftsman village to unify the entire ninja world say such words in such a sad tone? Shouldn't he be happy? If a descendant resurrects him according to his wishes, shouldn't he be happy?

Mr. Ichimura couldn't understand. He opened his mouth, inhaled with difficulty, and wanted to speak. Qingming stared at him, the sadness in his eyes getting stronger and stronger. Liu Chen felt Qingming's heartfelt pain. He was not faking it. He looked at the other party curiously, but he also didn't understand why this was happening.

Mr. Ichimura really wanted to ask the ancestor why he was so sad, but he had no chance. When he saw the resurrection of Qingming, his last obsession had been completed, and the breath he had held until now was gone. The light in his eyes disappeared quickly, and eventually turned into darkness.

In the end, Mr. Ichimura died, just like his companions, but the difference was that his body began to melt, and a large amount of black liquid spattered from the five holes on his face, and soon it turned into a pool of black liquid. Then these liquids wrapped around Qingming's body and disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

Liu Chen said that his end would be tragic. Mr. Ichimura did not die in the true sense. He would permanently become a part of the evil thing and be constantly eroded by those negative wills. In the process, he would maintain his sanity. , and suffered unimaginable pain.

Qingming knelt on the ground for a while, then looked back at Liu Chen and asked, "Are you an enemy of the Artisan Village?"

Liu Chen shook his head, then looked at Qingming with a complicated expression, and said seriously: "I'm not, you are!

Qingming was stunned for a moment, then his head trembled slightly and he let out a miserable laugh with a hint of crying, "You are right, I am the enemy of the Artisan Village!"

"I have a very curious question. I hope you can answer me." Liu Chen didn't care at all whether the person in front of him was really sad or not. He asked bluntly: "Are you the founder of the Artisan Village or the evil thing?" ?”

Qingming calmed down and said sarcastically: "It's neither, and I don't know what I am. Maybe I was no longer who I was when I came out of the sealed land that day. Everyone in the world thought I was just that day." I got the idea for the ninja tool from the Three Sacred Artifacts. In fact, I also took away a trace of evil thoughts from there. From that day on, that thought has affected me all the time. If future generations resurrect me, I will never be me. wish..."

The Artisan Village's long-held ideal has turned into a joke at this moment. Qingming was right, maybe he shouldn't have entered the sealed land that day.

Qingming's voice was full of regret, but it became weaker and weaker, "The time I can stay rational is almost over..."

"750 That's such a sad story..." Liu Chen sighed, and arcs of electric energy began to appear around his body. A burst of blazing white light began to emit from his body. He held his right hand and a thunder blade appeared. Holding it in his hand, he looked at Qingming's back with a look of regret, "Originally I just planned to read an interesting story, but who would have thought that this story is actually quite boring..."

At this moment, Qingming's head suddenly turned 180 degrees, as if someone had forcibly turned it around. His eyes became very hollow, like a bottomless abyss, exuding a strange and alluring magic, as well as a soul-stirring sense of horror.