[Naruto] Can one still die without the Sharingan?

sister?

Facing this strange title, Jing's mind started to spin.

The mother had no biological parents and had no idea who they were, but her adoptive parents, who died mysteriously shortly after her marriage, did adopt more than one child from her. However, she is indeed the only girl. What's even more coincidental is that none of her six "brothers" grew up safely. Four of them died at a young age due to various reasons. The remaining two may have run away from home and are still missing. .

"It seems that I should still call you uncle?" Jing frowned, secretly arguing with the man.

Hearing this title, the man said nothing, he just smiled. Maybe it's because of abnormal facial physiological structure, or maybe because of a brain disease. Most people's eyes squint tighter and tighter when they smile. But this person is better. He smiles, but the gaps in his eyes get wider and wider, revealing a pair of blue eyes. His eyes were neither blue nor blue, and the strength in his hands gradually relaxed.

Recruited? Jingxin thought for a moment and was about to take action when a heavy punch came without any warning, hitting the left side of the abdomen.

Just one punch.

People cannot think when in severe pain. It hurts so much that they forget to scream, and it hurts so much that they feel like vomiting. She retched twice and forced herself to look at the man who was now more than ten steps away from her.

"How dare I."

He waved his hand, chuckled, and then quietly looked at the man opposite him who was slowly getting up, without speaking or making any more moves.

This is abnormal behavior. However, the more abnormal the behavior, the more likely it is that the truth of the matter is hidden.

"Isn't that the elder sister you are talking about?" Jing straightened up and looked at the man provocatively, "Then, I should call you uncle, as is the etiquette."

"That's why I said that Mr. Shuyi is really a pity." He waved his arms behind his back with a natural expression.

"He doesn't know how much filth is hidden under that Bai Wugou."

"..."

"Yes, onee-sama. Onee-sama who stepped on the corpses of many brothers and survived."

Jing can understand each of these words. But put together, she couldn't understand it. The familiar face of my mother in my memory gradually blurred, gradually dissolving into the cold eyes of the man in front of me.

"What...are you talking about?" She frowned in confusion.

"Do you know the Marquis de Sade?" He raised his hand, "He is the Marquis de Sade who wrote the banned books."

Some people may have congenital defects, some may have acquired impairments, and some may have mental illnesses. Anyway, some people are not good at that. But as the saying goes, when God closes a door for you, he will open a window. These people also deserve to be happy, but the conditions for their happiness are not so ordinary. This unusual can be a manner, a gesture, or an object.

Just like Gernande in Sade's book. He couldn't vent his excess energy due to congenital defects in his organs, so he found another way to feel happy: bleeding, bleeding other people's blood, and watching others bleed. Until he fainted, and finally let his wife die alive.

However, what makes that man happy is not his bright red blood, and that man is not as disabled as Gernande. He is just a different person.

"Do you know why she survived and became a nurse? Because she knew how to clean up."

"Whether it's rotten intestines or minced meat, even if your whole body is beaten to pieces, she can make you look innocent and be buried cleanly."

"They pretend to be unlucky parents who keep losing their children, and they are looking for new orphans one after another. But how good and wonderful this world is... three people can't make up a pair of parents. If they want orphans, that's not satisfactory. Is it all over the land?”

Scarlet liquid flowed from his forehead into his eyes, mixed with unknown liquid and flowed down again. In a daze, she seemed to see the tall guy shed tears.

She suddenly felt sick because of the red color.

"A psychopathic husband, a wife who blindly caters to her husband, and a sister who specializes in handling funeral affairs, haha...hahahaha..."

He smiled, smiled, squatted on the ground, then raised his head, stared at the sluggish Jing in a joking manner, and said the most terrifying words in a joking tone.

"Do you know how many children they killed in total?"

"Six? That's a fraction. She was there twelve years, you know? Twelve years, fifty-six in total."

"There are seventeen dry wells in the courtyard, thirteen under the monastery shed at the back, and the remaining twenty-four are under the back mountain, covered with irises."

"There was another one who managed to escape because he was infected and had no medicine, so he died in the end."

"It's just me now. Oh, and you."

He slowly raised his head and sneered.

"uncle?"

"Who are you calling?"