The Naruto world keeps playing badly in order to survive

Uchiha Wuhe watched her walk away, his brows becoming more and more furrowed.

"Wow!"

In an abandoned but remote house, a man woke up from a coma, his eyes jumping between blurry and clear, his hair and clothes were wet by water. Slowly, a person emerged in front of him, with bloodshot eyes, standing tall.

woman......

woman? !

He suddenly woke up and saw that he was no longer in the Uchiha clan, nor was he captured by the guards. Only this woman was left, and he didn't know where she was taking him.

"You're awake? Good. Now I have a lot of questions. Can you answer them for me, Yashiro-san?"

Uchiha Zhixin moved a few steps closer, retracted his still rotating Sharingan, and looked meaningfully, "Or is it a guy from the future?"

Uchiha Yashiro looked at her dejectedly, with a weak smile on his face, "It seems that this lady already knows."

"Oh? You admitted it so quickly? You're not being stubborn."

"I just trust the Uchiha's eyes. It's obvious that you have the ability."

He turned over uncomfortably, and when he felt a little better, he looked up at her with bloodshot eyes, "Your answers are all in my mind. I wonder if there is anything else you don't understand?"

"You are a reborn person, so do you know how many people like you there are?" She wanted to give it a try. The world has been different since this guy assassinated Itachi.

"Reborn? That's a pretty accurate description. If you want to know how many there are, how should I know? From what you said, there are other people like me?"

Uchiha Yashiro began to laugh out loud, his eyes full of madness, he watched his relatives and friends around him die tragically at the hands of Uchiha Itachi's scarlet Sharingan!

Even though he was killed, the screams from the entire Uchiha that night still lingered in the pool of blood!

"That's great! Originally, the Uchiha were going to be wiped out by that beast, and I just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible, but I didn't expect to fail. From what you said, it seems that there are many opportunities! Even if I fail, there are many people who will follow suit!!" He stopped his venting smile and began to become resentful, with a sense of fantasy pleasure.

"Perhaps genocide won't happen in this world?"

Uchiha Chishin waited for him to finish before responding slowly.

She lowered her eyes, perhaps there was more than one reborn person in this world?

If even time travelers can come, then it shouldn’t be a big deal for reborn people to come too.

"Haha, maybe what you said is true, but I can't joke about Uchiha Mirai. I want to nip everything in the bud. I can't let the accident happen again. I...I don't want to hear that kind of voice!"

Perhaps he was speaking so boldly now because he knew he had no chance, although he was very unwilling to do so.

He has been cautious since his rebirth. No one knows that he once had the ability to lead the members of the police department. Even Uchiha Fugaku admired him very much, but now he has ended up like this.

The brown-white hair suddenly looked much more haggard, and the wrinkles on the sides of his face rose to the corners of his eyes. He smiled with a dying smile, "Do it! If I fail again, I will be ashamed as a member of the Uchiha clan! I am ashamed of the dead Uchiha souls!!"

"No, you will be taken away by the security department for punishment. Go with your shame! You are still a dead person! You should not disrupt our normal life!"

She looked indifferent, without any sympathy for him. These guys had disrupted her trajectory, and now she was beginning to have no idea about the future!

"Why......?!"

The pupils of the Uchiha Yasadaku shrank. He forgot that in this era, he had not opened the Three-magatama Sharingan. He could only stare quietly at the woman's moving scarlet eyes and gradually lost himself in the darkness of consciousness.

Seeing that he had fainted again, Uchiha Zhixin called Uchiha Wuhe.

"Wuhe, let me leave it to you. After all, you are the deputy captain of the security department."

"You've come to your senses? You ran to such a remote place, and nothing was found out during the interrogation, right?"

Uchiha Wuhe had a ninja sword hanging on his back and was wearing a tight guard uniform. He looked at the person who had fainted on the ground with a calm expression.

"Well, he was pretty tough and I didn't gain anything. You're my friend since childhood and I should have trusted you. I apologize to you for my impulsive behavior today." She looked at him seriously.

This matter must not be known to anyone, so I'd better go with the flow. I will need his help in the future, and I can't let our relationship become awkward!

"Leave it to me, you go back and have a good rest. Your sister has been waiting for you to come back for dinner." He walked over and grabbed the unconscious Uchiha Yashiro, turned around and spoke, his tone not as stiff as before.

"Okay! Please tell me when the time comes." She smiled at him with a sideways smile.

"Go ahead, leave everything to me. After all, the guy who assassinated the patriarch's son is a very serious matter." He nodded.

The broken door was closed. Looking at the person tied up in his hands, his eyes were gloomy. He sighed and shook his head secretly, "The little girl has grown up. She doesn't want her brother to help her. She likes to hide by herself."

Walking on the Uchiha Road, Uchiha Zhixin regained his expression.

She was not afraid at all that the reborn person would be found out of something during the interrogation, as she was well aware of the illusions she had set up with her Sharingan.

Her thoughts began to drift to Xia Shu, the time traveler. She felt that those who were reborn were okay, but the main thing was that they were time travelers and knew everything about each other. It would be bad luck if their future was revealed to be confusing!

Now she had two doubts about Qianshou Wang, and these doubts suddenly came to her mind when she saw the reborn person!

Is he a time traveler or a reborn person?

After all, he is too good at pretending. It seems I have to find out everything about him first.

In Uchiha Zhixin's eyes, Senju Mo is the biggest obstacle, and the others are nothing to be afraid of!

Time is slowly passing by, just like the sun has set in the west, gone through a period of darkness, and is now beginning to rise in the east.

"Ouch, my head hurts, why am I here?"

Jiraiya stood up, holding onto the wall beside him, and looked at the people who had fallen down. "How much did I drink yesterday?"

The group of people below were awakened by the noise. When Minato Namikaze was about to pass out, he used Flying Thunder God to go home, otherwise Kushina would be angry.

"Lord Jiraiya hasn't left yet. He slept here with us all night." Shikaku felt a little heavy-headed. He stood up with great difficulty, brushed the dust off his body and said.

"Oh, I remember, yesterday was Minato's wedding, and I got drunk..." Haiyi's face was a little solemn. What should he do? What faced him now was what to do when he returned?

"Yes, my wife must be angry. I have to buy some food and see if I can calm her down." Ding Zuo touched his head and sighed.

Suddenly, Shikaku seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter, and his body stiffened. He knew how terrifying his wife was.

I was a little trembling inside, it was so troublesome...

"Hehe, luckily I never have as many problems as you guys! I'm leaving first, you guys take care of yourself!"

Jiraiya showed a gloating expression, coughed lightly, waved his hand, jumped up and ran out the door, leaving a group of people behind staring at each other.

He, the Toad Immortal, has more important things to do and will not be controlled by love, huh!

"Lu Jiu, are you okay?" Haiyi's face was full of concern. He saw that Lu Jiu seemed to be trembling a little.

"Oh, what a trouble." He waved his hands to indicate that it was okay. After all, family disgrace should not be made public.

The two looked concerned, and then walked back together, talking and laughing.

But Lu Jiu's smile seemed a little forced.