Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

"Are you worried?" A familiar voice came from behind.

Itachi turned over and said, "You're not asleep yet."

"I can't sleep well as I get older. I always have insomnia." The old man came over kindly.

"Being a member of the Demon Slayer Squad at such a young age is excellent, but he must have endured unspeakable pain."

The old man was lying on the window sill.

The evening wind lifted his white hair.

"You're overrated." Itachi said softly.

"I'm the only old guy left in the family. My wife, son, daughter-in-law, and one-year-old grandson have all died at the hands of the ghost." The old man said softly.

Itachi was silent.

"It was a swordsman named Purgatory Anjuro who saved me," the old man continued, the hand holding the window sill with visibly bulging veins, "I was about to be killed, but I survived. Just surviving..."

As he spoke, he shed a line of clear tears.

"My condolences." Itachi didn't know how to comfort the old man in front of him.

"I live for revenge. Burning under my old body is the flame of hatred, but I can't do anything..."

"windlass..."

"He calls himself Windlass... He is still alive..."

"I've been investigating its tracks for years."

The appearance of Ren Xingjulang scared away the evil spirits.

The two were almost beheaded as soon as they clashed with the pulley, and then fled in a hurry with his life threatened.

"But even if I know where it is, what can I do? I'm just a dying old guy..."

The old man was trembling all over.

If it continued like this, Itachi was afraid that the old man would get too excited and faint suddenly.

"A windlass..."

"I remember it, old gentleman. Please tell me where he is currently hiding. I will definitely kill him with my own hands and avenge you." Itachi looked up at the old man's sad face.

"You..." The old man looked at him blankly.

A little guy who is a little over one meter, a child of eight or nine years old at most, speaks such lofty words, but it doesn't make people laugh at all.

"Thank you."

"What's your name?"

"Uchiha Itachi." Itachi smiled slightly.

"My name is Tsuruta Juichi." The wrinkles on the old man's face were dotted with light.

"Rest early." He turned his head and left, his back becoming more and more stooped.

He will never forget that night.

The evil ghost, spitting out blood, walked towards him with a ferocious expression, and the next two characters were engraved in his violent eyes.

"You haven't told me where yet!"

What responded to him was a long silence, followed by an extremely decadent word.

Flower Street.

Itachi frowned, eyes complicated.

......

The next day.

The sky is bright.

A few rays of morning light fell on Itachi's immature smiling face through the gap between the windows.

He sat up slowly, rubbing his temple with one finger.

There are few voices around.

The old man seemed to be still asleep.

Itachi carefully opened the door, and his vision radiated out.

Bright white light.

The empty hall.

Scattered pear flower terrace.

And on the pear wood platform is an old man with white hair.

He hangs his head.

He held an old and yellowed black and white photo in his hand.

A worried look.

"Good morning, Mr. Juyi." Itachi gently closed the door.

"Oh...you're awake, Itachi." The old man stood up in a hurry.

"Breakfast is ready," he added.

"Thank you." Itachi was not polite.

Three times, five times and two times solved the breakfast.

"Is it your family?" Itachi pointed to the photo on the table.

"Well, it was two years ago." The old man sighed.

Itachi didn't ask any more questions.

"I should go." He stood up.

"Flower Street?" The old man lowered his eyes, as if he didn't dare to look directly at Itachi.

"Naturally." Itachi smiled slightly.

"You just wait for my good news." Itachi put on the uniform of the Demon Slayer Squad, and carried the Japanese sword wrapped with cloth strips on his back.

"Wait...wait!" The old man suddenly raised his head.

He looked bad and seemed to have been up all night.

"Is there anything else?" Itachi was very patient.

The old man hesitated to speak, and finally said with a forced smile, "I wish you prosperity in martial arts."

Itachi smiled and nodded.

Then push the door and leave.

The world is enveloped only by light.

And the long street that was empty last night was a little more fireworks.

Tsuruta Juichi supported the door frame.

Watching the child go away, the whole body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Snapped! !

Loud slap.

He raised his hand and slapped himself hard in the face.

Burning pain came with tears.

"I'm really nothing!"

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."

He Tianju closed the door and slid down against the wall without a sound.

His eyes darkened.

Not a gleam of brilliance to be seen.

clack clatter—

Heavy footsteps.

In the originally empty hall, there stood a big man with a burly figure and a ferocious complexion.

He walked up to the old man and stared at him contemptuously.

"Old man! You don't want to live anymore, do you! You just called him to inform him?!"

"No...no!" Tsuruta Juichi's voice was hoarse.

"You still dare to play tricks in front of me, but I am watching you all the time!" The big man bent down.

"The life of your little grandson is still in my hands!"

"Please...please let him go...don't hurt him...he is the only one for me!!" Tsuruta Juichi plopped and fell to his knees.

"Hehe, it seems that you haven't figured out the status quo." The big man sneered.

"You have no use value, understand?" He grabbed the old man's collar and lifted it up.

"Both you and your grandson must die!"

"Don't hurt my grandson... He is my only one... Please!" The old man's voice was broken.

The big man grinned grimly, and gradually increased the strength in his hands.

He wants to watch this old thing die in pain and despair!

"beg..."

"I beg you..."

Tsuruta Juichi was still begging.

The world flickered in and out of his eyes.

"enough!"

There was no warning.

Metallic texture.

It was as if there was steel between the teeth.

Along with the sound came Sen Leng's blade.

Swish!

puff! !

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

The sound of a knife being drawn.

Sputtering.

Then it is.

A shrill and distorted howl!

The big man's face was twisted, and he was clutching his bleeding shoulder.

Soon he convulsed and fell to the ground.

Everything happens between lightning and flint.

"Back to the side." Indifferently.

What caught my eye was a black outfit embroidered with a round fan.

A thin figure.

It was Uchiha Itachi who left not long ago.

"you you..."

He Tianju stared blankly at the child who had just reached his chest in front of him. He had clearly witnessed the latter leave with his own eyes, but now he appeared in front of him again strangely.

"Take care of yourself first." Itachi said grimly.

"I..."

Tsuruta's eyes turned black.

Only then did he feel the surging suffocation.

Although the arm was severed, it was still hanging in the air, tightly strangling his throat.

Itachi held the bloody long knife and walked towards the big man in front of him.

The latter is curled up on the ground at the moment, looking in pain.

"No...don't kill me..."

Itachi said nothing.

The knife stabbed straight into the big man's chest, piercing through the board and nailing him to the ground.

Howling hoarse.

Instantaneous blood flow profusely.

Witness it all.

Even Tsuruta Juichi, who had experienced being slaughtered by ghosts, couldn't help but feel shivers down his spine.

Absolutely!

dense!

Fierce!

This is not an eight or nine-year-old child in front of me.

It is simply Shura in the bloody hell! !

Itachi's face was frosty, he lowered his body, and asked emotionlessly, "Who sent you here? What is the purpose of luring me to Huajie?"

"Kid...I am...ah!!!"

The big man's voice was cut off by the mournful wailing again.

Itachi pulled out Kunai and plunged it into his only remaining arm.

"Don't say it without asking you!"

"I'm a Buddha...ahhhhh...I say, I say!"

Itachi twisted the handle of kunai, wringing out dripping flesh and blood.

"Buddha Dog...Buddha Dog of Hua Street, an organization that specializes in kidnapping and trafficking children. As for the purpose, I don't know. The whole plan was arranged by them. I just use money to do things!"

"Buddha dog?" Itachi muttered to himself.

"Let me live, I will wash my hands in a golden basin and reform myself!" The big man who was nailed to the ground wriggled like a maggot.

"Your grandson is in their hands."

Itachi looked at Tsuruta Juichi, and then his heart tightened.

Tsuruta Juyi looked dying, leaning against the wall, with a pair of wrinkled hands firmly grasping the palm of the big man on his neck.

Itachi held his forehead and leaned over.

Accompanied by a few crisp bone cracking sounds.

The remaining palm was torn apart.

huh huh—

There was a rapid gasp.

Tsuruta Juichi leaned against the wall and spoke with difficulty, "Yes...I'm sorry...Please save my grandson...he is my only one."

Itachi has complicated eyes.

Ever since he walked into this house of wisterias last night, he realized that something was wrong.

This place has been disturbed by evil spirits recently.

There is no light in any house along the way.

He is fine.

I lit candles directly at the gate of the courtyard, for fear that others would not know that there was someone in the house.

It was obvious that he was luring Itachi to spend the night.

In addition, the old man's words are full of loopholes.

All five members of his family were killed by evil spirits, and he was the only one left to live alone.

But the ferret found out after careful observation.

Signs of life of more than one person in the family, at least two, or even more.

Coupled with all kinds of strange behaviors of the old man.

Itachi naturally knew there was a fraud in it.

So this morning.

Itachi split into a clone and pretended to leave, while the real body was still lurking in the house.

as predicted.

In an instant the truth came out.

Looking at the gray-haired old man, he recalled everything that happened last night.

Even if he was deceived and lured into jumping into the fire pit.

For Tsuruta Juichi, Itachi still couldn't feel much disgust.

In order to protect his family, he can only do this.

Itachi sighed.

"I try my best."

"Thank... thank you."

"I didn't lie to you about the windlass. It's just that I am not the only one who survived, but also my grandson... He is only one year old, and he is the only one I have left."

"But not long ago, he was kidnapped by an organization calling itself Buddha Dog. Then this guy came to me and asked me to lure a nine-year-old swordsman to Flower Street, which is you."

"Weasel."

"I really can't help it... I'm deeply sorry for everything you did. If I could..."

"I would like to apologize with death!"

The old man's voice trembled, and two lines of muddy tears flowed from his mottled eyes.

Itachi's thoughts raced.

He has been in this world for more than half a year, but he thinks he has never provoked anyone, except for Teng Shishan and his party, he has never left Wuxia Mountain at all.

Where did the enemies come from?

Itachi couldn't figure it out.

"Let's keep this life and spend time with your grandson."

Itachi didn't think about it anymore.

He drew his knife expressionlessly.

Shocked to shed flesh and blood.

Sheath the knife.

"I've told you everything I know, save me...save me..."

The sound is as low as a mosquito.

The man's face was pale.

Itachi swept over coldly.

The moment the long knife was pulled out, his death sentence had already been pronounced.

Blood spreads in all directions.

Like scattered rain.

"Is the photo real?"

"Ah."

"name?"

"Tsuruda Moriyoshi."

Itachi left without looking back.