Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

The wind hissed in my ears.

The field of view is overwhelming darkness.

Itachi had a cold face.

Stepping on tall trees in the forest roared past like electricity.

Behind him, Kankan caught up with the panting Butterfly Ninja.

The mountains retreated rapidly.

Wrapped in the night and thrown into the distance.

About a quarter of an hour or so.

Itachi finally stopped.

Standing on a very tall tree, his eyes flew over, overlooking the entire mountain forest.

A savage and deep breath rushed over.

The picture that catches the eye.

Itachi frowned slightly.

Butterfly endures belatedly.

In order to catch up with Itachi, she had exhausted a lot of energy. At this moment, she looked slightly pale, pressing her chest and breathing like asthma.

Make a few tweaks.

The Butterfly Ninja raised his eyes slightly.

For an instant.

Looking solemn.

Through the thin moonlight, she saw stretches of cobwebs knotted high in the woods, and in the center of the webs were bound corpses one after another.

shocking!

"The situation is really bad."

Butterfly tapped her fingers on the handle of the knife at her waist.

"Let's go." Itachi flew down, through scene after scene of death, and finally came to a forest clearing.

The full moon hangs in the air.

The silvery moonlight dispels the darkness of the night.

fall into this unclean place.

Itachi looked down.

The sticky and cold spider silk stretched out from the tree trunk, occasionally drooping, trapping corpses one after another. Among them, besides the swordsman of the Ghost Killing Squad, there were also hideous monsters with spiders and humans.

The cobwebs connect and collude, and finally gather in the center, supporting a toppled hut, suspended in the air.

The cottage was dilapidated.

The side is pierced with a large hole.

Look away.

A figure can be noticed.

Yellow clothes and yellow hair.

With a knife on his waist.

It was my old acquaintance, my wife Shanyi.

Itachi jumped away.

It fell lightly beside him.

Pale.

Comatose.

There is a very serious poisoning reaction.

Combined with the tragic scene at the scene.

Can be imagined.

A fierce battle broke out here.

"Miss Butterfly." Itachi waved.

The current situation is not something he can solve, and he can only hope that Die Nin has a corresponding detoxification method.

Butterflies leap down from the treetops,

Haori spread out in the air.

Like the wings of a butterfly.

"It's that yellow-haired swordsman on Huajie. I didn't expect to meet again in this way." Butterfly endured up and down to observe, and after completing the basic inspection, he took out a bottle of medicine from his waist.

She opened my wife Shanyi's mouth, and carefully put the medicine in.

"Temporarily control the toxin, follow-up treatment will have to be carried out in the Butterfly House." Butterfly Ninja stood up. "Yin should already be on the way, my lord can't just dispatch Zhuqian."

Itachi said nothing.

He stared at my wife Shanyi's face.

Looks a little complicated.

This guy obviously has great strength and courage to go forward, regardless of the moment, even if facing the terrifying prostitute Taro in the battle of Huajie, he can draw his sword without fear of death, but why he always behaves so cowardly? ?

Everyone in this world seems to be a combination of contradictions.

The current Butterfly Ninja is a good example.

Although she hates ghosts so much, she still wants to inherit her sister's wishes and smile to build a world where humans and ghosts can coexist.

"What should we do next?" Butterfly Ninja's voice brought him back to reality.

"Wait."

familiar characters.

Just like the answer I got when I first arrived in Quanxia Town.

Butterfly frowned.

He stared at the Itachi in front of him with displeasure.

The latter sat cross-legged on the hut.

The moonlight shrouded his body like a gauze.

......

boring.

Repressed.

Inside the cramped tunnel.

The darkness came like a snake.

Vision blurred.

The sound of dripping water echoed in my ears.

The clone Itachi looked back at the bottomless tunnel.

The blowing wind poured hot and humid air into the lungs, along with bursts of pungent smell.

The darkness grew thicker.

Four full hours had passed since the tree wall was discovered.

The overseer still has no feedback.

Everyone was drowsy against the wall.

The only one who is still spirited is the neurotic Murata.

He sticks to the tree wall.

The bloodshot eyeballs squirmed desperately.

Through the overlapping layers of tree shadows, I want to see something clearly.

Hoarse and obscure words spit out a dry throat.

It is still the familiar character.

Egg, doomsday.

No one paid any attention to him.

Itachi leaned against a wall secured by brackets.

Preoccupied.

suddenly.

There was a bang bang bang.

Follow the sound.

It was Murata.

He actually started hitting the tree wall with his head.

The ten fingers are like claws digging in the cracks between the tree trunks.

Head back.

Immediately, it slammed into the tree wall.

Mottled with bloodstains.

Visible pain.

But Murata didn't change his face.

There was hysteria in the dark eyes.

lean back -

He smashed his head hard against the tree wall again.

so back and forth.

Even bloody.

The sound of bang bang echoed in the quiet tunnel.

Soon many people were awakened.

Swearing and standing up.

Pointing at Murata who was madly hitting the wall.

The latter fell on deaf ears.

Every time the head slams down, blood will splatter everywhere.

The horrific scene gradually faded away the curses.

Everyone frowned, if this continues, it is designated that someone will die.

Several people stood up and dragged Murata.

But the latter struggled desperately, still relentlessly hitting the tree wall.

Blood meandered and flowed.

The bright red is dazzling.

"ended......"

"everything is over!"

He yelled desperately.

The moment the voice settled down.

People also fell to the ground.

The older man leaned down, put his trembling fingers between his nose, and put his ear to his chest to listen. When he raised his head, he let out a long breath.

"died."

He said.

Everyone looked at each other.

Then he beat his chest and stamped his feet.

Cursing the inhuman ruler of Quanxia Town is actually forcing a young man who has just turned [-] to commit suicide.

Itachi watched intently.

What is reflected in the eyes is the blood winding tree wall.

The thick blood rolled slowly.

then.

Visible to the naked eye...disappeared?

Or it was absorbed by the city wall made up of dense tree shadows.

soon.

There are new green branches emerging from the cracks in the cracked stone wall.

The extension touched Murata's body.

Seemingly harmless.

But in the blink of an eye, his chest was actually cut open, like a hot red sword piercing the ice and snow, the flesh and blood turned into mud, and turned into a thick slurry, which was swallowed up by the branch.

Then it grew wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Annihilate his chest.

Wriggling and stabbing towards every part of the body.

Cling to bones.

Melting viscera and flesh.

Finally, vines as thick as wrists emerged from the mouth, eyes and nose.

Viscous slurry clings to drips.

Disgusting.

The whole process happens in an instant.

When everyone reacts.

Murata has become a grotesque monster.

Everyone looked terrified.

Especially the few people who dragged Murata close to him were scared out of their wits.

Incoherent.

"What happened...?"

"Monster...monster..."

No time to think.

Itachi tried his best to drag one person away.

Flying in the dull and oppressive tunnel.

When you get away ten meters away.

The scene in front of him was already horrific.

A large number of new vines rushed through Murata's only remaining skin, and then shot towards all directions like a rain of arrows.

In a mournful howl.

through the body of the worker.

In the look of despair, their flesh and blood were drained like running water.

The distorted death form solidified like a sculpture.

Then collapsed into more vines.

Obliterates large areas in the blink of an eye.

Winding condensation.

Form a new city wall.