Naruto system rampages in another world

The old man on the bed frowned slightly, his eyelids moved slowly, as if he was having a nightmare, his breathing became a little unstable, and then. . . .The old man suddenly opened his eyes and saw a figure standing beside the bed. Under the silver moonlight, it was a pale and ferocious face.

"You... the third child." His voice had the characteristic turbidity and hoarseness of an old man. Old Mrs. Hu blinked his eyes, looked at Hu Juren blankly, and asked in confusion: "Why are you here... Where did the blood come from? ...Lao San, your eyes are"

The tone of doubt suddenly rose, followed by the rotten white sword, which was lifted high and upside down, like a hanging needle, shining coldly in the moonlight.

"Father..." The hoarse voice was like the howl of a wild beast, "This is... the Sharingan."

"what"

The sharp blade passed through the flesh, pierced the heart, and was nailed to the bed board. Old Mrs. Hu's whole body shook violently. His pupils shrank sharply, but his eyeballs protruded outward, like two broken red lanterns. It looked like it was exploding, so inconvenient.

"you...."

"Father, don't blame me." Hu Juren lowered his head and looked at Mr. Hu. His eyes were like black abyss, as if endless evil and violence were pouring out from his breath, gradually turning into two tadpoles. shaped magatama.

Mr. Hu looked at the changes in Hu Juren's pupils in disbelief. He raised his trembling fingers to point at Hu Juren's eyes, his heart full of horror and confusion.

"Hahahaha..." The deep strange laughter contained violent madness. Hu Juren lowered his head tightly, and his whole face was covered in the darkness and could not be seen clearly. Only a pair of eyes exuded a faint light, like Like a waking demon: "To open the Sharingan, you have to kill your loved ones."

This sentence is like the whisper of the devil, full of chilling cruelty.

"Sharingan..." Mr. Hu's pale and twisted face seemed to be suddenly frozen, and a pair of eyes trembled sharply, as if he remembered a sentence that he had never been able to understand: "... The Hu family The original name is Uchiha, for the cursed bloodline."

"Cursed"

He never understood what "cursed" meant. At this moment, feeling the rapid passage of life in his body, and hearing his son's crazy roar, he suddenly felt a creepy chill emerging from his soul. , he suddenly grabbed the sword blade with his hand, squeezed it tightly with his last strength, and struggled to spit out half of the words in his throat: "Lao San, no... don't..."

Hu Juren's palms trembled, and his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by someone. The twitching was accompanied by severe pain, followed by a more violent emotion that made him want to smash everything in front of him. He let out a human roar, "Chi!" " Pulled out the sword, and then stabbed the sword quickly into Mr. Hu's throat.

He didn't want to hear another word.

Pulling out his sword, and taking one last look at Mr. Hu's eyes that were gradually extinguishing their luster, Hu Juren quickly rushed out of the room.

The moon and stars are rare.

Pushing open the door of his room, Hu Juren gasped and stood blankly in front of the mirror. In the mirror was a ferocious and twisted face, a pair of scarlet eyes that were cold and evil, and a pair of magatama as black as the abyss. spinning.

. . . . . .

The next day, before dawn, a sharp scream pierced the night. All the Hu clan members were awakened by the scream, followed by a lot of noise, and some faint sounds of crying.

Hu Juren was lying quietly on the bed, with a pair of old lenses hanging on the bridge of his nose. They were black enough to cover the changes in his eyes. He slowly stood up, pushed the door open and walked outside.

An hour later.

In the main hall, the three brothers of the Hu family were all sitting on chairs with sad faces. The courtyard was filled with Hu's children wearing sackcloth and mourning. Hu Xingyi was also standing in the crowd, looking at the several corpses on the ground with a strange expression.

Except for the corpse of Mr. Hu, which had been carried into a coffin, several other corpses were found during a search throughout the hospital and were still lying flat on the ground without any disposal.

Hu Xingyi quietly observed the wounds on the corpse. The blood around the wounds was very light, almost no blood, as if it had been drained. . . .

"This feeling is..." His heart skipped a beat, and his face became unusually gloomy. His mind was racing, but he couldn't tell who did it, Du Yu or Zhang Lang.

At this time, Hu Xingyi naturally had not thought that the murderer might be someone else, let alone that this person was just like him and was around here.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way."

The crowd dispersed, and two rows of stretchers were brought in. On the stretchers were two corpses that smelled rancid. There were still some flies crawling on the corpses, motionless, as if they had settled down.

When the stretcher was turned over on the ground, and compared with the other corpses, it was obvious that these two corpses died earlier. . . .Roughly one day ahead of schedule.

Cries suddenly sounded, indicating that someone recognized the dead body as someone belonging to the Hu family. . . .Hu Xingyi frowned and looked into the main hall. The three brothers of the Hu family also stood up and walked outside.

"The body was found in an alley not far away. It must have been a day and a night since he died..."

Hu Juren walked behind the two brothers. Under the black lenses, a pair of eyeballs rotated faintly, and there was a storm in his heart: "These two people did not kill themselves, but the method of death was the same, so... .Did that man kill him and what was he doing for?"

He suddenly realized that the man had other purposes to hide from him, which made his face look a little gloomy, and he exuded a faint murderous aura.

"Brother, second brother, you take care of it. I'm going back to my room." Hu Juren glanced at the body on the ground coldly, then touched the sealed coffin next to him, not wanting to stay for a moment longer.

Don't get me wrong, he's not feeling guilty or regretful, he's afraid that if he stays here any longer, he won't be able to restrain his murderous intention towards the boss and the second child.

"Yes." The boss of the Hu family responded gloomily.

Hu Xingyi watched Hu Juren leave quickly, and then slowly withdrew his gaze. He always felt that he seemed to have overlooked something, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

Time passed by in this weird atmosphere, and soon, the day the four families agreed to compete came as promised. . . . . .To be continued. .

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