Shuimu stares at the black skinned teenager.
The map in hand was silently rolled up and put back into the seal space of the left arm.
"I... have a friend..." The boy fell to the ground paralyzed, and the blood flow on his mouth and chest was smooth and dripping, even exaggerated.
In the spring, the green grass leaves are polluted by blood, and the red is fantastic.
The teenager said intermittently, "She... her name is Sally... she has been wandering and migrating on the desert of the Wind Country since her father's generation... she never stopped her journey... cough... her mother's name is Sara... she was..."
"Loulan Queen." Shuimu added.
"Yes... the queen... ah... speaking of it... I used to be a little prince..." The young man's mind drifted far away, suddenly remembered something hateful, and his mouth was full of blood. He shouted angrily, "Kill him! Help me kill him! Kill the Big Snake Pill! Kill him!"
Shuimu feels awestruck.
The wind is blowing again, swaying the weeds, and the closely connected grass makes a rustling sound one after another.
The boy's face was ferocious, his canthus and eyes were split, his eyes were covered with blood, his mouth was wide, and his red teeth were exposed.
He said nothing more.
The scarlet eyes became loose.
Chakra on the neck was scattered, and the carotid artery cut by a simple knife was exposed to the air.
Blood flows like a spring.
The dark blue light of Shuimu's fingertips disappeared.
He bent down.
I patted the young boy's childish face with my hands.
"Hey, you haven't told Loulan's address yet." Shuimu continues to stare at the boy, expressionless.
A child, about 15 years old, who did not know his name or surname, died in my hands.
His story must be better than mine.
More miserable than me.
More painful than me.
But there is no right or wrong in killing.
Shuimu flexes his arms and stretches out a trembling hand.
The breeze blew the bloody air far away.
Unexplained bones have been buried in the grassland for thousands of years, including human beings, cattle and sheep, jackals and birds.
The horn of death came from far to near, and passed through a life staring at history, drifting from near to far.
The boundaries between countries have been disrupted and reorganized again and again by war of interests. On the grassland of Sichuan, a lone wolf lurks in the grass on the edge.
The wolf is quite human and dormant in the dark.
It endured, and its sharp fangs opened silently.
Its green pupil silently looks at another country less than 100 meters away.
The country of fire.
A country of fire surrounded by forests.
The rain has blanketed the country for two days and two nights.
The wolf has been hiding here for two days and nights without eating or drinking.
The dark weather is like an endless ink painting, rolling from one side of the sky to the other.
"Kill me."
A tender call sounded in the darkness.
"Kill me."
The voice was filled with despair, like a prisoner who had struggled for a long time and could no longer struggle, but could only plead for the early arrival of death.
"Kill me."
A seven year old child was stiff and leaning on a big tree, unable to move.
His short body, like a river boy, was inexpressibly strange and lifeless.
The child sobbed sadly and burst into tears. Even the rain could not blur his tears.
A tall and thin boy did not know when he would appear beside the boy.
The child looked at the boy with tearful eyes.
"You can kill me." The child kept pleading.
The boy's gray hair was wet by rain, and the two red spots on his eyebrows without any eyebrows were also covered by the wet hair.
"But you are dead, Jiantai." The boy walked to the child's side step by step.
"Then why do you want me to live?" the child asked sadly.
The boy said quietly, "Because adults need you."
"I don't want to, I don't want the needs of that adult!" The river boy like child shouted, and stared at the tall and thin boy with sickly pale face with tears.
The boy's paralyzed face was also extremely handsome. After being stared at by the boy, his steps stopped.
Unfortunately, this pause was only a second or two, and the boy could not stop the progress of the boy without eyebrows.
"It's no use," the young man said softly when he walked up to the child with a look of indifference that saw through life and death. "Nobody can make me forget adults, even you with special abilities."
As the boy said, he couldn't help coughing. He covered his mouth with his hand and stuck a handful of blood on his hand.
"Not for long." The boy's indifferent face flashed a trace of regret.
"Come back with me. You are very special. Every rebirth will consume your own soul. This has something in common with the adult's technique of reincarnation without corpses. You are very useful, and I really envy you." The white haired boy touched the child's head with another hand that was not stained by blood, and then pulled out a piece of suffering from the child's back cervical spine, with a spell attached, "Don't run around again. Maybe next time, I can't find you, Jiantai."
The child regained his physical freedom. He raised his hands, swung his left hand, turned his head, swung his right hand, and turned his head again.
"But I want to see Naruto and Luwan, and I want to see them..." The child looked up with tears in his eyes, without any warm tears.
"Naruto? Vortex Naruto?" the white haired boy asked softly.
"Well," the child nodded and said sadly, "I've been looking for a long time, but I'm lost. I can't find them."
"Good."
The white haired boy gently picked up the child, and then turned his hand to carry the child's weightless body as light as paper.
"I know where the man is. I'll take you to see him and then go back." The boy promised.
"Really?"
"Really."
The boy said definitely.
In the twelve years, the youth did not make promises easily.
"Well, go to see Naruto, hey, hey..." The child laughed.
There was a bit of the child's characteristic hoarseness in the laughter.
He is very happy.
As soon as he was happy, all the dark clouds in the sky disappeared.
The rain that surrounded the country of fire for two days and two nights finally stopped.
A blazing sun suddenly pierced the dark clouds.
The sun sticks out its head.
The golden light shone on the child's smiling face.
"Hurry up, Jun Malu, let's go to see Naruto!" Jiantai shouted happily.
The white haired boy shook his thin lips slightly, and a smile that was difficult for ordinary people to detect flashed by.
Before leaving, the boy turned to look at the grass nearby and threw out a big seal scroll.
"This is your reward for finding Jiantai, a hundred gene enhancers, and the effect of ten minutes." The young man said indifferently.
The long dormant hungry wolf suddenly jumped out, opened its mouth and bit the scroll, and growled carefully and crazily.
The white haired boy gently touched the ground with his toes and led a child to a ninja village that had been beaten to pieces.
On the border between the country of fire and the country of Sichuan, a lone wolf bit a scroll and raised his head and roared.
Owling and hissing through the wind and clouds, across the earth, across the sea of grass.
High pitched wolf howls resound heroically.
The country of Sichuan is not a large grassland.
A sheep raised its head.
A hungry wolf raised his head.
One yak raised his head.
All kinds of animals, which had disappeared for decades, got up one after another in the faint sound of whining.
A huge migration suddenly appeared.
Tang Yin Village, on the side of a noisy street.
In a guest room of a small tavern, a tall figure sitting on the ground wearing a black robe and hiding in the dark received the letter sent by a fat pigeon.
There were four scribbled words on the letter in a hurry.
"He's back."
The man's hand gave a slight thump.
A red flame of enchantment rushed out and burned the note to ashes.
"Ji, call the children and move to the country of Bo."
The fat pigeon was stunned and said in a shrill voice, "Is it serious, this year's......"
Before the fat dove finished speaking, the man suddenly felt something and flew out of the window.
Outside Tangyin Village.
A trembling hand stroked the face of a black faced teenager who was unable to close his eyes.
The cold touch passed into the nerves of a white haired man with no expression on his face.
The bleak roar from somewhere covered the grassland.
The child, who did not know his name, closed his eyes.
The white haired man stood up and turned to the noisy Tang Yin Village.
At last, a reply sounded slowly.
"I promised you..."