Zhu Mie: This swordsman's surname is Uchiha

At this moment.

Night will fall.

A waning moon appeared behind a thick lead cloud.

Thin and cold light falls on the silent earth.

The market, which was still bustling in the daytime, is now empty.

The wind rolled the scattered debris into the field of vision.

Itachi stepped forward, raised his head slightly, and stood alone.

After a week of disappearances, the town is already terrified of the night.

Such scenes are everywhere in places where ghosts and disasters are ravaged.

Itachi tapped the sun wheel saber on his waist.

Look cold.

He jumped up, stepped on the high wall blocking the street, and galloped towards a more remote location.

The sound of the wind neighed in my ears.

His figure changed again in the air, becoming an eight-year-old child with red lips and white teeth.

Since most of the missing people are young children.

Then he will turn into a bait to prompt the hunter hidden in the dark to take the bait.

As the 'prey', he just walked in the night in such a grandiose manner.

Which hunter can bear the desire in his heart.

Soon.

Itachi jumped off the high wall and stood in a quiet alley.

Places like this are more likely to breed negativity.

The same is true for the shadow clones scattered throughout the city.

They went to their own fields, waiting for the people in the dark to throw themselves into the net.

The alley is cramped and damp.

A musty smell rolled in the air.

The two walls of the corridor have been in disrepair for a long time, and snake-like cracks are crawling. The blue moss spreads on it and there are little water droplets attached, winding and flowing towards the bottom.

Itachi walked slowly close to them.

With depth.

The darkness grew thicker.

It can be said that you can't see your fingers.

The waning moon hanging on the zenith gradually disappeared, and the already thin sky light completely dissipated at this moment, casting a heavy cloud over the already dead and restless town.

Uneasiness climbed in the oppressive atmosphere.

suddenly.

The wind that lingers and whimpers is stirred.

A ferocious and joking laugh came faintly.

Itachi stopped, turned his back to the source of the sound, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

'Hunter' took the bait.

A sinister figure came through the cracked wall at this moment, floating towards Itachi like a ghost.

"brat."

With sneering disdain words.

Itachi was unmoved, still frozen in place.

Naturally not because of fear.

He thought it would take some effort to find this evil ghost, but he didn't expect that he would be caught in a trap so soon.

The little ghost like a ghost didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at all. At this moment, he was still intoxicated by the illusion that he was superior to life and death, and he didn't know that what he was about to face next was the darkest moment of ghost life.

He drifted away, uttering some unbearable words from his mouth.

"It's really a blessing for you to meet me. I will free you from this miserable world."

"Hee hee hee hee hee hee!!"

The ghost approached the ferret.

In his opinion.

The tiny human being in front of him was probably too frightened to speak incoherently, and his body was out of control.

Ant-like guys are always so ridiculous.

Ghosts are arrogant and unruly.

Available in the next second.

The situation took a sharp turn.

The immature child standing in front of him, who seemed to have no strength to restrain a chicken, grabbed his neck in an instant.

An unimaginable force kept pouring out.

The sound of cracking bones rang in my ears non-stop.

Ghost's mind went blank.

Absolutely no idea what happened.

Suffocation and severe pain washed over the ghost's mind like a sea tide.

Instinctive consciousness urged him to struggle desperately.

Use all the strength in your life.

But there is still nothing to do.

In a world that was about to collapse, Gui suddenly realized that he still had such a thing as blood ghost art.

His blood ghost technique can pass through all substances.

Of course the human body is also included.

The ghost tried his best to perform vampirism.

The body began to blur continuously.

Seeing that he was about to penetrate the childish body in front of him, but a pair of scarlet pupils suddenly lit up at this moment, stabbing into his eyes like a sword, turning into a storm and sweeping everything.

The blood ghost technique that was cast fell apart in an instant.

His consciousness was also quickly shattered.

Stare into those eyes.

The fear engraved into the flesh roared in the body.

Broken and sharp images kept flashing in my mind.

He said in a trembling voice.

"It's...it's you..."

"Why...why are you still looking for me...I have done everything I should do...why...why?"

The world flickers in the eyes.

The distorted scene was finally engulfed by endless darkness.

The ghost's will was completely shattered by the pupil power exerted by Sharingan.

His struggling movements stopped abruptly in an instant.

The vital signs of the body are still there.

But the spirit is completely broken.

After finishing this weak ghost.

Itachi was lost in thought instead.

He frowned.

The murmur of the evil spirit at the time of death echoed in his mind.

Extra words are thrown out.

The only words left are 'why' and 'yet'.

Why did this evil ghost who had never met before speak out the words that he had known before.

Even if his deeds have been widely circulated among ghosts.

But this nameless brat wouldn't say that he still wants to find me.

Itachi didn't have the time to find such a brat.

Even if we ran into each other.

It must be the head of a sword.

How could he continue to cause trouble everywhere.

Itachi wanted to attribute all this to the fact that fear had overwhelmed his consciousness, but the encounter with the mountain god was consistent with the overlap at this moment.

He still remembers clearly.

'Mountain God' murmured on his deathbed.

"It's him..."

"He's here again..."

Once it was crazy talk.

What about twice?

Itachi looked complicated.

There must be a demon in everything that happens.

Unconsciously.

He seemed to be bogged down again.

Gazing into the dark night.

Itachi randomly pulled out the knife and cut off the head of the imp below him, and it disappeared into the body like yellow sand.

The ferret had already carried the long knife on his back, and went away like the wind.

The world in front of me quickly reversed.

The bottomless darkness came roaring, like an invisible monster devouring him.

......

A corner of town.

Night is like a curtain.

The old street lamps along the street are covered with rust and mottled with cobwebs. Amidst the hissing current, there are flickering lights projected down.

The shadow clone Itachi stood in the spot of light.

Looking solemn.

In the flickering world.

All sounds are silent.

He tensed his body, frowning slightly.

The thoughts that haunt you are extremely complex.

It's probably about the incident of a child parading through the streets in the middle of the night and being followed by an old man.

That's right.

It started when Itachi stepped on this long street.

An old man followed him all the way behind him.

I think I am elusive.

But in Itachi's keen perception, there is nowhere to hide.

There is no ghost aura on the opponent.

On the contrary, he is a pure human being.

But this also puzzled Itachi.

Late at night.

Why would an old man follow someone else, a child.

Could it be that he is also a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Squad?

Thoughts so far.

Itachi's tendons suddenly tensed.

He jumped up and disappeared without a trace.

The long street was instantly desolate.

After half an hour.

An old man with a cane and a knife on his waist sneaked up to him.

Standing by the flickering street lamp.

Scratch your ears and cheeks.

"Where is this doll? He won't be captured by ghosts..."

he muttered.

next second.

There was a light landing sound behind him.

Someone patted him on the shoulder.

The old man's expression froze.

He raised his hand almost reflexively.

The old and wrinkled arms clung to the long knife at his waist in an instant, and then twitched the handle of the knife, looking like it was about to radiate cold light.

A childish hand held him down.

Seemingly limp.

But the old man who was under pressure couldn't move, no matter how tense his body was and twitched his arms, it would be useless.

The old man said nothing.

With an increasingly fierce expression.

His breathing became extremely heavy, and his chest heaved like thunder.

Seeing the atmosphere tense up.

An indifferent face appeared in front of him in time.

It is the shadow clone Itachi.

The surging strength of the old man disappeared instantly.

He looked at the shadow clone Itachi who had transformed into a child in front of him, and scratched his head with a smile all over his face.

"Little guy, why is it you?"

"What's the purpose of following me?" Itachi said with a straight face, and his words were simple and clear.

"Is there? I just happened to pass by." The old man didn't blush and his heart didn't beat.

Itachi naturally didn't believe it.

Thieves are written all over the old man's face.

"Little baby, don't you know that people in this area have been missing frequently recently? Especially at your age."

"know."

"I know you are still running outside in the middle of the night! Don't die!"

Itachi was speechless.

The old man frowned and looked at the child in front of him.

Unremarkable appearance.

He looked no more than eight or nine years old.

But with such a heart,

If it were an ordinary child who was alone outside at this point, he would have been scared to death.

In addition, the huge force before was also real, and even left bruises on his hands.

An idea slowly rose in the old man's mind.

The shadow clone Itachi also looked at him.

male.

He looked like he was 70 years old.

He is short in stature, and is only half a head taller than the toddler he transformed into now.

White hair and white beard, scars on the face, wearing yellow clothes, crutches in the left hand and a knife in the right.

do not know why.

He always felt that the old man was inextricably linked to someone.

"Are you the swordsman of the Ghost Killing Squad?" the old man said suddenly.

Itachi was noncommittal.

There are very few people in this world who know about ghosts. Except for the ghost killing team, there may be only survivors who have encountered ghosts.

With the long knife on his waist, the old man in front of him obviously belongs to the previous category.

Since he is a swordsman of the Ghost Killing Squad.

Then it all makes sense.

I'm afraid he is using him as bait to lure the evil spirits into the bait.

This old man's thoughts are really thieves.

"At this age, you have already become a swordsman of the Ghost Slayer Squad? What a hero born a boy." The old man acquiesced in front of the childish child.

"But why don't you, as a swordsman of the Demon Slayer Squad, not have a team uniform and a saber?"

Itachi was noncommittal, and didn't plan to spend any more time with the old man.

He turned his back and walked into the deeper darkness.

The old man chattered endlessly behind him.

time flies.

The cloudy sky grew darker and deeper.

The world is wrapped in darkness and constantly falling towards dead silence.

Mami Itachi walked slowly.

Aside from the imp encountered at the beginning.

Throughout the middle of the night, the real body, including the five shadow clones, did not find any more ghosts.

Even pedestrians only bumped into one.

That's the sneaky old man.

Itachi stopped.

Looking at the dark clouds in the city, he let out a long breath.

at this point.

Most likely to no avail.

I am afraid that there is only one little devil who has caused disasters in this town.

in fact.

For the current ferret.

No matter what the ghost is, there is no difference,

Having fully mastered the power of the kaleidoscope, he is already an invincible existence in this world.

If he can find the base of Ghost Dance Tsuji.

Immediately the country could be declared free from the cloud of a thousand years of evil.

But Ghost Dance Tsuji Wuyan is extremely good at hiding.

At least.

For thousands of years, no one in the Demon Slayer Squad has ever seen the true face of Oni Wu Tsuji, let alone his hiding place.

Itachi continued along the long street.

Although he is full of energy.

But it's not enough to be refreshed without rest.

Now that the matter seems to have been resolved, it is better to find a place to settle down as soon as possible.

About a quarter of an hour.

Itachi searched all the hotels in half the city.

As the shopkeeper said, everything is closed.

Think about it.

Itachi had no choice but to go to the roof of a house and fall asleep.

The sky is the bed and the ground is the seat.

The bleakness is a bit bleak, but it doesn't matter to Itachi.

It's not a bad feeling to sleep facing the endless sky.

But just when the ferret was about to jump away.

A familiar figure came into view.

It was the little old man with crutches and a knife.

At a distance of more than ten meters.

After touching the figure of Itachi, the old man was startled for a while, and then ran over with great joy.

Even with a cane, it didn't affect his vigorous gait in the slightest.

A figure galloping forward.

It makes people shiver inexplicably.

Itachi frowned, looking serious.

Now his external identity is not Uchiha.

"Shanyi!"

As expected words.

Overjoyed sensuality.

The old man rushed over.

He opened his arms and wanted to embrace Itachi, but Itachi's eyes flashed quickly, and he frowned at the old man who fell to the ground due to inertia.

It looks like a dog eating mud.

Itachi just wanted to help.

An angry speech broke out.

"Shanyi! How long have you been out? Is this the attitude when you see Grandpa?!" The old man trembled from the ground, and the nameless fire of karma surged through his old body.

Itachi just wanted to get out of this damn place.

"What do you mean by not talking?"

"Don't think that I won't dare to beat you up if you become a swordsman of the Ghost Slayer Squad!" The old man was about to come whistling with his cane in his hand.

Itachi held his forehead.

Self-knowledge got Shanyi into trouble again.

——Sorry, Zenitsu.

he said in his heart.

Immediately, it whizzed away like the wind.

Blink disappeared.

Only the old man remained in a daze.

"My wife Shanyi! I'll see you next time! Old man, I have to take your skin off!!"

The voice of rage.

Itachi hurriedly left this place of whether or not.

speak up.

Taking advantage of my wife Shanyi's identity, Itachi has made trouble for him back and forth, and next time Shanyi comes back here, maybe he will suffer something.

Itachi sighed.

God knows this matter, as long as he doesn't say it, no one will know.

He jumped onto the top of a wooden mansion.

Stop thinking about it.

Close your eyes.

Fall asleep in the dark.

at the same time.

Ghost Squad Headquarters.

My wife Shanyi, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, suddenly woke up from the bed.

He was short of breath and burst into cold sweat.

My wife Shan Yi had a nightmare.

in a dream.

It goes back to Taoshan.

Master Sang Dao Ci Wulang was welcoming him with "kind eyebrows and kind eyes", but the hemp rope crutch in his hand showed a fierce look.

"Terrible... so terrible..."

For my wife Shanyi.

Momoyama's arduous training and his master's punishment was a nightmare he never wanted to go back to.

"The things in the dream are all fake. I worked so hard in the Ghost Killing Squad. How could the master punish me? It's too late to reward me."

"Ah."

"It must be like this..."

My wife Shanyi muttered to herself.

After looking at the deep night outside the window, he continued to sleep hard.