I started my horror resurgence from Naruto

Sunday, August 6, sunny.

In the eyes of others, this was just an ordinary day, but in the eyes of those who were attentive, such as Sen Naikeda, there was an unusual atmosphere everywhere in the village today.

There were more guards patrolling the streets than ever before. They went door to door asking vendors questions, muttering strange questions. Senakada was far away and could only vaguely hear strange terms like [Gotei 13] and [Captain].

Words that have never been heard before make people have no associations, but they also make people imagine.

What was even more strange was the attitude of these security guards. They looked serious, but they were perfunctory. They obviously didn't think this kind of investigation would be of any use. Or maybe they didn't believe from the bottom of their hearts that the strange terms they were talking about really existed, and they were just going through the motions to give an explanation to someone above them.

You could say they were perfunctory, but they did carry the hand-painted portrait around the city, going to restaurants, inns, bathhouses, shops... They asked questions everywhere and made meticulous written records.

What’s even more strange is that shortly after their investigation, another group of people wearing masks and exuding a cold aura also came to ask similar questions.

They are roots.

and,

For some reasons that are difficult to explain, the Roots usually do not stay active in the village, at least on the surface, but today their behavior seemed particularly blatant and urgent, which was very strange.

Senakada did not dare to eavesdrop. He wandered near the Hyuga residence and saw that each of the [Cataracts] looked as if they had not slept all night. They all had tired faces, but their eyes were staring with ferocious white eyes. They were wandering back and forth on the street corners looking for clues.

They are all looking for someone.

Find someone like the [Gotei 13].

Not Sadako? ! !

Senakada couldn't tell what he was thinking. He felt relieved but also a little disappointed. So, this unusual atmosphere had nothing to do with Hyuga Naraku.

Right,

There is no way that Hinata Naraku could make such a big fuss, right? ! !

He still doesn't know Hyuga Naraku's overall plan, and the pressure that Sadako brings to him is increasing day by day. Wouldn't it be too hasty to pin all his hopes on Hyuga Naraku?

Senakeda scratched his neck subconsciously. He always felt like strands of hair were brushing against his face, and he felt really panicked.

Senakada wandered from morning till night, going back and forth past the Hyuga mansion several times in the hope of running into Hyuga Naraku on the road.

But unfortunately, as a good-for-nothing, Hyuga Naraku is not worthy of participating in the collective actions of the Hyuga family.

What he didn't know was that his sneaky behavior had already been noticed by the Security Department, [Cataract], the Root Department... and other people with ulterior motives.

If he wasn't just a candidate waiting to graduate from the Ninja School, and his uncle Morino Ibiki was a trusted confidant of the Hokage, he would have been invited for tea by now, and would not be simply regarded as a curious person. Well... that's the case for now.

He returned home with nothing, undressed and got into bed. He glanced in the mirror and sure enough, he saw a woman's face slowly emerging and staring at him.

Senakeda was already numb. He obediently buried his whole head in the quilt. His chest gradually felt stuffy, as if there was a warm and soft body pressing on him outside the quilt and sucking greedily. The eerie breath seeped into the quilt, helping to cool down Senakeda who was nestling in the quilt.

"I can't live this life!"

Senakeda let out a stifled roar, his brain began to lack oxygen, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he finally fell irresistibly into a nightmare.

The old clock hanging on the wall creaked and creaked, reminding Senekda that the countdown of his life had entered a new day.

[Time: Monday, June 6, 6:00]

[This week's mall refresh is complete!]

[The 5 new products are:

1. Strength reagent [e]——1000; (can be taken orally or injected, non-toxic, slightly addictive.)

2. Skill expansion slot [d] - 3000; (Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me... thicker, bigger, stronger, what are you waiting for?)

3. Larvae of parasitic animals [d]——3000; (Humans are viruses and should be eliminated!)

4. Sticky Card [d]——3000; (ps: copy, paste, one-time consumable!)

5. A pair of embroidered shoes [e] — 1500; (What female ghost could refuse that?)]

[Remaining Fear Value: 22]

[Current World Terror Recovery Level: 29422]

Thanks to Senakada's unremitting efforts, Hinata Naraku accumulated 3000 fear points at the last moment before the mall refreshed, and thus exchanged the [Ghost Caller's Address Book] on time.

now,

Hinata Naraku was lying on the bed with a strange expression on his face, holding a thin phone book in his hand. It was the size of a palm and wrapped in black plastic. It felt extremely cheap to the touch, like one of the notebooks used in factories in the 90s in his previous life.

When I opened it, I saw a slightly yellowish paper inside. Each piece of paper was divided by dotted lines and solid lines. The name was written on the solid line on the left, and the number was written on the dotted line on the right.

Telephones have not yet been invented in this world, so the numbers to be written are the corresponding appearance numbers of each walkie-talkie.

At this moment, the phone book is empty, and no friends' contact information has been recorded. There is only an example column at the top:

Hinata Naraku: 00512871/55364xxx

His name is Hyuga Naraku himself, and his number is the appearance number printed on the base of his intercom, which is a relic left by the deceased Hyuga Hizashi.

It had been at the bottom of a box without anyone using it. Just now, when Hinata Naraku opened the phone book and saw his name clearly and alone printed on the first page of the phone book, his heart skipped a beat. Then, he suddenly had an idea and rummaged through the boxes to find the dusty walkie-talkie.

Can you imagine the emotion that Hinata Naraku felt when he saw that the first and only number in the [Ghost Caller's Address Book] was his own?

If he hadn't still had a shred of rationality left, he would have almost smashed the walkie-talkie to pieces.

now,

This intercom stands steadily beside the bed, vibrating slightly and emitting a crackling sound of electricity to remind people of incoming calls. All Hinata Naraku needs to do is gently press the intercom button, and he may receive an initial greeting from the ghost caller, or he may receive a message from himself in a few days, thus completing the ghost call resurrection ceremony.

Hinata Naraku didn't dare to answer the call. He really wanted to revive the ghost call and spread fear, but that didn't mean he was willing to taste and sacrifice himself.

Maybe he was just being overly suspicious, and the ghost caller's intimacy with him wouldn't hurt him, but what if... what if the girl on the phone wanted him to be there to accompany her?

Hinata Naraku felt that the latter possibility was more likely, because the entire screen of his retina was filled with bright red fonts that were urging him anxiously:

[The current slot for unlocking and resurrecting ghosts/tales is full. You can still revive ghosts/tales and replace them with an existing unit. After the replacement is successful, the original unit will be considered abandoned. Alternatively, you can choose not to replace the original unit, and the newly revived unit will be temporarily released as a free unit until you put it into the slot.]

[So, your choice is...]

[Replace or release]

[Please select!]

[Please select!]

[Please select!]

[Please select!]

[Please select!]

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