[Naruto·Itachi BG] Reverse Black and White II

"and then?"

Feng Lan in her arms remained silent for a long time, as if she was still stuck in A Wu's memory and couldn't extricate herself. The blue light of the blubber candle reflected interlaced light and shadow on her face, and there was also a firefly-like reflection in her eyes. Looking at it in a daze, she felt a little sad and compassionate.

Feng Lan was dragged into the hallucination and lost consciousness for a longer time than last time this time. It must have been an experience. Itachi was not as confused as the first time; on the contrary, his anger was more than worry: after each empathy , Feng Lan's mental state was visibly depressed. Even though her tenacity and tenacity properly covered up the negative emotions caused by the illusion, those abnormalities could not be hidden from the careful Itachi.

He was angry at his own powerlessness and could only watch helplessly as Feng Lan was controlled by other people's pain and sorrow bit by bit.

Feng Lan didn't seem to care much about her own condition. In fact, she is even more grateful that her indescribable specialness allows her to use "empathy" to get a glimpse of the whole story of that tragedy from the remaining obsessions lingering in this uncared-for ruin. .

She snuggled into Weasel's arms, as if she had hid in the most comfortable haven, standing as still as a mountain in the swaying wind and rain, warm and comfortable. She lowered her head and looked at the belt, or in other words, Ah Wu she was holding in her arms. The ghost doll has lost its ferocious expression like a defensive hedgehog, and returned to the original cheerful smile of Ichimatsu's human form, but tears kept flowing from the corners of her eyes.

She could only laugh and cry, and even a sad expression was a luxury.

"A Wu's father did not lie. He really wanted to save A Wu." Feng Lan lowered his eyes and looked down at A Wu, slowly wiped away her tears, and recounted everything he saw, " It is a secret technique that can recall the soul of the deceased from the other world to the human world, and then attach it to a prepared carrier. This carrier is called a "vessel". The most ideal "vessel" that is most compatible with the soul is naturally the body of the deceased. "

Her eyes were a little distracted, and she paused before saying: "But corpses are different from living people after all: rigidity and decay are two fatal flaws. Therefore, specially processed human puppets have become the success of this secret technique. Guan Qiao."

"That's why the deceased Ah Wu was made into a puppet by her father." Itachi understood, and continued Feng Lan's words, "And her mother only knew one thing but not the other, thinking that her husband was simply crazy and used her daughter's body To fulfill his pursuit of ultimate art, right?”

Feng Lan nodded, thought for a moment and then shook his head, considering: "Yes, and no..."

Maybe Mrs. Liangzi also realized that there was something else hidden in the matter, but so what? The dissatisfaction and resentment accumulated over a long period of neglect and neglect by her husband erupted completely with the death of her daughter, defeating her reason and allowing her emotions to run wild and go to extremes. She didn't want to ask or listen to any explanation from her husband, she just stubbornly believed in everything she imagined. So he used the most stupid and cruel means to retaliate against everything and vent his resentment regardless of friend or foe.

Weasel chewed slightly and understood what Feng Lan had to say. He didn't delve further and just asked: "What happens next? I guess the secret technique to resurrect Ah Wu failed, right? That's why this house became what it is now, and why Ah Wu is preserved in this way. in the world.”

Feng Lan was silent, thinking back.

……

The ancient circular altar at the bottom is engraved with unknown curse patterns, which start from the bottom of the stone platform and wind upwards, intertwining, converging and then parting ways, forming a mysterious pattern of complex gradients. The wild vines are entangled and bound, creating a strangling desolation and desolation for no reason. Twelve blubber candles are placed around the table, and the faint blue light complements each other. The dazzling brightness dispels the gloominess of its original color, blending into a light indigo as white as the moon. It is clear and bright, and the shadow becomes a cloud.

The Ichimatsu figure was placed on one side of the altar, giving a clear view of the entire scene from her perspective. Feng Lan heard the ancient chanting sound. Every character and syllable seemed familiar, and the combination was unintelligible.

A Wu's body was placed flat in the middle of the altar. The plain white kimono was not stained by dust, and the crimson belt was trailing. The red and white contrasting colors were extremely eye-catching. The trembling candlelight flickered on and off, making her face lifelike, fresh and vivid, as if she was about to stand up and walk off the altar in the next moment.

In front of the stone wall facing the altar stands a tall torii gate, and behind it is a double door embedded in the stone wall. There are shuriken ropes tied to the door and around the torii, with white royal coins hanging on them.

I don't know if it was driven by a spell, but black air surged behind the closed door, hitting the door time and time again. Every time when he was about to break through the door, he was blocked back by the seal with the rope, and the evil wind brought about made the imperial coins tremble. Feng Lan saw thousands of faces emerging from the gap between the door and the black air: sad, crazy, resentful, angry... all twisted and entangled together, making hysterical screams silently. . It makes people shudder just looking at it.

As the chanting suddenly increased in pitch, the frequency of the black energy hitting the door became faster and faster, as if they were all competing for the only opportunity to resurrect the corpse. And Feng Lan also felt a lightness on her body, as if she was floating in the air. She lowered her head and saw the Ichimatsu figure standing on the ground - her current body.

Feng Lan probably understood what was going on. What his father was reciting should be a spell to summon A Wu's soul; and the door under the ground was probably the "Gate of Underworld" that linked to the other world. According to common sense, summoning the souls of the deceased should indeed be done in a place close to the other world; but the problem is that A Wu's soul has always been attached to her favorite Ichimatsu doll. In theory, as long as she has this doll , it is the same wherever this secret technique is performed.

It's a pity that A Wu's father doesn't know.

The chanting became louder and louder, and she drifted closer and closer to Ah Wu's body, while the sounds of struggling and banging inside the door became more intense, like a decisive counterattack in despair.

When Feng Lan saw that "she" was about to merge with Ah Wu's human form, the chanting of the mantra stopped abruptly. Feng Lan felt herself being pulled back by a strong suction force, and with just a blink of an eye, she returned to the original position of Ichimatsu's human form.

She subconsciously looked in the direction of her father and saw him lying on the ground, blood pouring out from the back of his head and pooling on the ground. Behind him stood Mrs. Liangzi holding a bamboo cutting knife. Her face was hidden in the shadows, her expression could not be seen clearly, and there was blood dripping from the blade.

Changes occurred suddenly, and all efforts fell short.

Time seemed to have stopped for a moment, but a moment later, the resentful spirit behind the Gate of Underworld became restless again, as if it was some kind of desperate counterattack after being suppressed to the extreme. In an instant, it broke through the gate, and the rope and the imperial coin were shattered. . The black air of regaining freedom filled the entire stone room. After lingering in the air for a moment, it rushed towards A Wu on the altar.

That empty immortal body became the ideal container to carry the resentful spirit. And the human form is like a bottomless pit that cannot be filled, selflessly accepting all the thousands of ghosts imprisoned underground.

The pervasive ghost energy was rushing excitedly in the stone room. Mrs. Liangzi was hit by the air current and her steps were unsteady. In a moment of staggering, a lot of black energy took the opportunity to get into her body. Her figure paused strangely in the air, and then stood still naturally as usual. A few seconds later, she walked through the lingering black mist in the direction where her husband fell to the ground, swaying step by step, stiff and stiff, as if the soul of the deceased who had borrowed the body had not yet adapted to the new hands and feet.

She stood beside her husband, raising her hand and lowering her knife.

There seemed to be a slight groan of pain that passed away in the manic and violent ghost aura, and was replaced by the dull sound of a knife slashing. At this moment, the world in Feng Lan's eyes changed. She couldn't distinguish between the scarlet plasma, the cold candlelight, and the thick haze-like aura of black ghosts. The picture in front of her seemed to have been covered with a black and white blur filter, and the contrast was adjusted to the highest level, making her eyes close. The visual signals received are transformed into overexposed and distorted images that are difficult to understand.

By the time she came to her senses, her mother had straightened up and turned her back. She was holding a bamboo cutting knife in one hand and the freshly severed head in the other, slowly and staggeringly walking towards the exit. However, she didn't notice that the headless corpse on the ground stood up quietly...