From Hokage to Visionary

The burly and powerful body approached, bringing with it a terrifying sense of oppression. The old man felt difficulty breathing, his pupils trembled uncontrollably, and he lowered his head in fear.

"You, raise your head."

The Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost had cold eyes and a voice like a brown bear growling, mixed with a hint of murderous intent: "Why do you bow your head when you see me? What are you so nervous about?"

"Ninja-sama, please spare my life. Ninja-sama, please spare my life."

The old man was so frightened when he heard this that he fell to his knees, his head pressed tightly against the cold ground, and said in a trembling voice: "This is the first time I have seen a ninja as powerful as you, so I am a little nervous and dare not look up at your great heroic figure!"

"Hahahaha. You really know how to talk!"

The Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost was in a very good mood after being flattered, and his laughter was as loud as thunder.

The old man kneeling on the ground couldn't help but feel relieved after hearing the laughter, thinking that he had finally fooled the person.

"Hey, old woman, do you take me for a fool?"

At this moment, the Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost squatted down, grabbed the old woman's hair, lifted her head off the ground, a ferocious look on his face, stared coldly at the old woman's terrified and helpless eyes, grinned and said, "Or do you think that a few words of flattery can make me let down my guard?!"

Don't be fooled by his appearance, he looks like a brown bear and seems careless.

But in fact, this appearance deceived many people. It was hard for anyone to tell from his rough appearance that he was a person with a delicate mind.

From the very beginning, the Xiguashan puffer ghost was not fooled by the old man's extremely clumsy trick.

If it were normal times, he might not care too much.

But... not long ago, they followed Uchiha Sogetsu's footsteps and followed him all the way here.

But the old man in this village acted so suspicious when he saw the Mist Ninja forehead protector.

Are there really such coincidences in the world?

The Xiguashan Puffer Ghost doesn't believe in coincidences. With his sharp mind, he vaguely guessed a possibility.

Of course, it is also possible that he guessed wrong, but what's the harm in giving it a try?

Anyway, they are just a bunch of useless people with no labor value. It doesn't matter even if they are wrong.

"You are afraid, old woman." The Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish Ghost noticed something unusual through the old woman's eyes and the subtle expressions on her face. He rubbed his chin and said with interest, "I am very curious, what secret is it that makes you so nervous?"

"No, no, Master Ninja." The old man endured the pain of his hair being torn, his face twisted in pain, and he explained fearfully: "You misunderstood, there really is no secret!"

"Haha, you don't want to say it? It doesn't matter."

A cruel look flashed across the eyes of the Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost. He immediately stood up, grabbed the old man's hair, and dragged him to a house on the side: "What I am best at is torture!"

"No! Don't! Master Ninja, please, don't!"

The old man was grabbed by his hair and dragged in the snow, leaving a trail of marks. He struggled and screamed in pain, extremely terrified: "I really didn't hide anything, please, forgive me"

The old people watching nearby couldn't bear to see this scene, "No, Master Ninja, you..."

"Noisy!"

The Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish had a ferocious look on his face. He grasped the handle of the knife behind him with his backhand and pulled it out directly.

scoff!

The ferocious blade covered with barbs directly cut several old men in half.

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the white snow was suddenly stained red with a glaring streak of blood.

Looking at the several old men who were suddenly killed, the remaining people's pupils dilated, expressions of horror appeared on their faces, and they covered their mouths tightly with their hands, trying hard not to make any sound, for fear that they would become the next target to be brutally killed.

"Now, it's much quieter."

The Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost nodded with satisfaction, grabbed the old woman's hair and dragged her into the room.

Thanks to the handsome book friend who is better than me and has a hanging length of 80 cm

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 94 Cruel Fate

Mei Terumi carried a small bamboo basket on her back and picked up fallen branches in a safe place near the village.

He was humming cheerful nursery rhymes and jumping around, looking very lively.

Although her grandmother told her not to go out alone anymore, Mei Terumi, who had been very opinionated and lively since she was a child, only listened to half of what her grandmother said.

Besides, grandma’s legs and feet are not in good condition. They hurt in winter and the house is cold.

Mei Terumi couldn't bear to see her grandmother suffer the cold at such an old age, having to go out in the snow to collect firewood, so she often used the excuse of going out to play to sneak into the mountains and forests, pick up some branches, and do things within her ability, hoping to help relieve her grandmother's stress.

The small bamboo basket was soon filled with branches.

"Well, these should be enough!"

Mei Terumi wiped the sweat off her face, looked at the gradually darkening sky, and revealed two pointy, cute canine teeth: "Well, it's time to go back, or grandma will get worried again!"

With that thin body, carrying a bamboo basket that was half a head taller than him, he had a hard time walking in the thick snow.

Not long after she walked, she stopped again, stared at a certain place with wide eyes, a hint of joy on her face: "Oh! It's a rabbit!"

I saw a fat rabbit, which weighed at least ten kilograms, fainted in front of a tree.

It seemed that he hit a tree trunk while running and fainted.

"Oh my god! What a fat rabbit!" Mei Terumi waded through the snow with the bamboo basket on her back. She tied the rabbit's legs tightly with a rope, then her face flushed red as she pulled the rabbit up with force. She held it in front of her eyes and looked at it carefully. She said in surprise, "That's great. Hehehe, I'm so lucky today. If grandma sees it, she will definitely praise me!"

You know, they usually don’t have enough to eat, and meat is rarely seen.

Now, they suddenly harvested a big fat rabbit, which was enough for the two of them to enjoy, and they could even add some oil and water.

"Grandma hasn't been feeling well lately. Um. The rabbit legs are bigger. Give them to Grandma!"

Mei Terumi's mouth was drooling. The little girl happily grabbed the rabbit, thinking about taking it back to her grandma to replenish her body: "I'll just eat a little~ I'll leave the rest for grandma, hehehe."

The unexpected gain today made the little girl feel better.

Picking up the bamboo basket again, Terumi Mei took a deep breath, afraid that the rabbit would run away, so she held it tightly in her arms and walked towards the village.

Humming a cheerful tune, we moved forward in the thick snow.

Soon, she could see the village.

"Grandma, grandma, I'm back!"

Mei Terumi was sweating profusely, but she was indescribably happy. She held up the fat rabbit and shouted to her grandmother, "Come and see, grandma, what I brought back!"

However, strangely, the entire village was silent and no one responded.

"grandmother?"

Mei Terumi was a little confused and slowly walked into the village.

Suddenly, a dazzling bright red color appeared in the snow, like a sharp knife, piercing directly into her heart.

In the bright red snow were the familiar neighbors of the past, those kind and benevolent grandpas and grandmas, but now they were cruelly cut in half. They stared with gray eyes filled with fear, their faces twisted in pain, as if telling something.

"Grandma!"

Mei Terumi's pupils shrank, and her face gradually turned pale.

An ominous premonition instantly enveloped her, and fear was like an invisible hand that suddenly gripped her heart.

boom!

The bamboo basket fell to the ground.

Even the fat rabbit was thrown to the ground.

Terumi Mei panicked and ran towards the village, shouting as she ran: "Grandma! Grandma! I'm back! Where are you? I'm Terumi Mei!"

Her voice echoed in the silent village, but apart from the echo, no one answered her.

Finally, Mei Terumi arrived outside the familiar house. She was panting with exhaustion, and walked towards the house step by step, calling out subconsciously: "Grandma, Mei Terumi is back, please, don't scare me, okay?"

Dead silence.

The snow and wind were howling and the cold wind was biting.

There was no sound in the room. The disturbing silence made Mei Terumi's heart sink a little bit.

She didn't know how she got there. She walked slowly to the door like a stiff puppet. Her big dark eyes were filled with uneasiness. Finally, after mustering up the courage, she pushed the wooden door open with force.

Blood!

Blood!

The whole room was covered with splattered blood.

Bright red blood could be seen on the floor, walls, bed, table, and even on the ceiling, slowly flowing and dripping along the cracks.

A sickening, pungent smell of blood directly assaulted her sense of smell.

"Grandma?"

But when Mei Terumi saw the scene in the middle of the room, her pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and her little face was filled with paleness and fear.

I saw a person hanging in the middle of the room.

The man's palms, soles of feet, shoulder blades and other parts of his body were pierced by the kunai. His whole body was covered with bruises and there was almost no healthy flesh. The wounds were crisscrossed and even bones could be seen in many places. The cruelty of the means was hard to watch.

"grandmother--!"

Mei Terumi saw the man's face clearly. Even though it was covered in blood, she still recognized him.

The person who was hung and tortured was my grandmother.

thump!

Mei Terumi fell to the ground and hit her forehead on the ground.

But she didn't care about the pain. She used all her limbs to rush over and hugged the hung old man. Her snot and tears flowed out at the same time. Her extremely sad emotions reached the peak in an instant: "No, no, grandma, don't abandon Mei Terumi. Please, don't abandon me, okay!"

“Ahhhhh——!”

Mei Terumi screamed at the top of her lungs and hugged the old woman tightly, "Grandma, grandma, please don't die. Ahhhh. Please."

"God, please don't take my grandma away from me. I am the only one left with my grandma."

Despair, powerlessness and fear that she had never felt before engulfed her at that moment.

When people are sad, they look up.

At that time, people will place their hopes on the illusory gods and Buddhas, hoping that they, who are high above, can save themselves from suffering.

But no matter how much she begged, no one would respond to the girl.

"Grandma. Grandma"

Mei Terumi was in so much pain that she couldn't help but banged her head against the ground. "Is there anyone who can help me save my grandma? I don't want to lose her!"

"Good granddaughter."

At this time, the old man, who should have been tortured to death, somehow found strength from somewhere and said, "Don't cry."

"grandmother?"

At this moment, Mei Terumi really thought that all the gods and Buddhas in the sky heard her prayers: "Grandma, please hold on, I'll go find some medicine! I'll go get a doctor!"

The old man, who was regaining consciousness, grabbed her arm and said with his last bit of strength, "Run quickly, my dear granddaughter. Don't look back and don't stop. Those people, those ninjas, are looking for you. Run quickly!"

The old man has held on until now just to let his beloved granddaughter run quickly and not look back.

Let me tell you a supernatural story... I had a dream last night. I went to the bathroom to use the toilet, and then I looked in the mirror next to me. I saw the person in the mirror rolling his eyes and looking up. I was shocked, and then I woke up... I found that I was in the bathroom and fell asleep when I had diarrhea...

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 95 Gift

If gods and Buddhas really exist in this world, why do they turn a blind eye to the sufferings of the human world?

The girl's prayers received no response in the end.

In the old man's eyes filled with despair and unwillingness, there was still a trace of attachment to this world.

But what worries me most is my young granddaughter.

She is still so young and so thin. Having lost her parents and her last relative, how is she going to survive this winter?

But the old woman had no strength left. Her purple, cracked lips were trembling. She used her last bit of strength to force a smile on her bloodstained face: "My dear granddaughter, grandma can't accompany you anymore. You have to live well in the future."