[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

A few crows were still hovering above the courtyard unwillingly, but due to the pressure of the big crows, they could never find a chance to get close, so they had no choice but to emit a plaintive crow and stay there for a long time.

Feng Lan didn't know when or where this old man came from. She didn't think ordinary people could escape her perception and appear quietly near her. Looking at where he was, he was right in the blind corner of the wall, so Feng Lan couldn't see him at first glance when she first entered the yard. Only when she jumped over the wellhead and came to the other side did she confront him.

So the conclusion is that this old man has always been here, but she just didn't notice it. The Sharingan didn't have the ability to see through like the Byakugan, so she just ignored it.

The more Feng Lan thought about it, the more she felt that her reasoning was impeccable.

Well, in horror movies, people are most afraid of convincing themselves and forcing a scientific explanation for unreasonable phenomena.

Feng Lan looked at the old man. Although he looked like he was dying, he could still talk and sell travel souvenirs. At least he was someone he could communicate with.

Feng Lan was a very curious child. She said it was impossible not to be interested in the strange phenomena in the village, so she walked up to the old man and squatted down in front of the old man at eye level with him, putting her hands on her knees. With a pair of watery eyes open, he asked curiously: "Grandpa, what is a shaman witch? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Xingyu Miko..." the old man paused, as if recalling some distant past event, and finally composed his thoughts for a long time, "She is the patron saint of this village, she can bless everyone's wishes to come true..."

Feng Lan immediately felt that this witch was a bit unreliable.

As far as she knew, all the gods performed their own duties and did not interfere with each other. Take the ancient Greek pantheon from which she came. Aphrodite is in charge of love, Hera is in charge of marriage, Poseidon is in charge of the ocean, and wisdom and war belong to Athena... If you ask Al, one of the three virgin goddesses, Themis prayed to be singled out, which was clearly a embarrassment to the god.

Therefore, the Xingyu witch can bless everything, which means she is a bit of a snake oil to deceive people.

"...And, so that the people who have been longing for each other can meet again and stay together for a long time..." the old man added slowly.

A figure emerged from her mind without warning, with a handsome face, cold eyes, and an aura of sadness and loneliness that was so far away that she couldn't reach it even if she tried her best...

"I'll take one!"

Before Feng Lan could react, these words had already blurted out.

She really wanted to slap herself twice.

Alas, beauty is misleading, beauty is misleading!

The old man immediately stretched out his hand, with a forceful buying and selling attitude, and replied: "The original price was 500 taels, today it is half price. Thank you for your patronage!"

Feng Lan:......

Feng Lan felt like she was being ripped off. After all, Ichiraku's most expensive extra-large tonkotsu seafood barbecued pork ramen only costs 90 liang a bowl, and that's still the price in Konoha Village.

But at this point, she couldn't say no, so she had no choice but to pay as if accepting her fate. But when she took out her wallet, she realized that she only had a two-hundred-tael banknote with her, and no other change. There were several five-hundred-tael bills.

Feng Lan curled her lips, then put on a flattering smile and bargained: "Grandpa, isn't today a special offer? Why don't you give me another 50% off? Two hundred and five dollars doesn't sound good."

The old man raised his eyelids, stared hard, and rolled out most of the whites of his eyes. The gray eyes in the sunken eye sockets stared at the five hundred taels of banknotes in her hand, as if he was filled with thick resentment. , Sen Shen said: "I can find it easily."

Feng Lan felt goosebumps on her back when he stared at her like this. With a tremor of her hand, she inexplicably handed over a five hundred tael bill.

"Thank you!" The old man collected money quickly and made change easily.

The transaction was completed in the blink of an eye, as fast as WeChat payment, and the payment was received in one second. Feng Lan had no room for regret.

Now that she had paid the money, Feng Lan naturally refused to leave empty-handed. She had to choose a "Shadow Miko" to go back with. On the gray tarpaulin spread on the ground, there were more than a dozen little wooden figures lined up in a row. After Feng Lan took a closer look, she realized that this old man was definitely a master of impressionist sculpture: this "Shadow Miko" was carved very freely. The appearance is neither male nor female, the clothes are neither vulgar nor foreign, the lines are wide open and closed, simple and rough, giving people plenty of room for imagination, and each one has a different appearance. Feng Lan thought, if a miko looks so easy-going, then the god she serves must also be very easy-going.

In a nutshell: If you put this thing in Konoha's flea market, it would be given away for free and no one would want it.

Anyway, they were all equally ugly, so Feng Lan stopped choosing and picked up a wooden sculpture and put it in her sleeve.

"By the way, grandpa," Feng Lan asked innocently, squatting with her hands on her knees, tilting her head, blinking her watery almond-shaped eyes, and looking extremely well-behaved, "Why are people in the village so xenophobic?" After saying that, he pursed his lips again, seeming aggrieved, and complained, "I was passing by here, and there wasn't even a place to stay..."

With Feng Lan's petty temperament, she would not be willing to be defrauded of so much money by this stupid thing, so she took advantage of the opportunity of shopping to ask for information as a matter of course.

After selling the things and collecting the money, the old man returned to his sullen demeanor and replied slowly and lowly: "...because the village chief is dead..."

"That's great!" Feng Lan slapped her thigh and said enthusiastically, "Isn't it a great thing that the heir can finally stop waiting and become a full-time official?"

The old man raised his eyes with a swish, and his sinister gaze made Feng Lan shut up. She coughed lightly to cover up her embarrassment and said with a fake humility: "You continue."

The old man retracted his ice-cold gaze, and continued: "...The village chief passed away, and at the same time, the statue of the miko who was preserved by the village chief and guarded the village also disappeared... The villagers believed that , if the shrine maiden statue is lost, disaster will befall the village, so everyone is in danger and stays behind closed doors..."

"But," Feng Lan pointed to the dazzling wooden carvings on the ground and asked in confusion, "Aren't there a lot of witch statues?"

"It's different..." The old man raised his eyes and glanced at her silently, and said slowly, "The image of the village chief's "Xingyu Miko" is the "original image". It has been specially blessed by the miko and is enshrined with every household in the village. They are all different..."

Ah, so that’s it!

Feng Lan understood.

Since this village is going to be in disaster, she should quickly sneak up with Scorpion and Deidara and run away!

Feng Lan thought happily. So he stopped dawdling, said goodbye to the old man, lifted the psychic spell, and went back to find his other two friends.