Naruto's Great Trick

Chapter 178 Memorial

Many times, people do not share the same joys and sorrows.

Just like now, after seeing each other's "corpse", the two brothers both looked so sad and heartbroken, but Fengjian just thought they were making noise.

Thinking of what these two guys had done, he lost all interest in watching the fun.

Feng Jian yawned out of boredom, and when he saw that the two people's eyes had turned into kaleidoscopes, he no longer had the desire to watch. He held his chin up and looked at the two people on the field with boredom:

"Alright, alright, stop crying. It's so boring."

Sometimes, all it takes is one sentence to piss someone off—or two people, too.

Moreover, these two people did give Fengjian a big surprise.

The moment the two men looked up at him, he suddenly felt unable to move, and black flames enveloped his body.

The most outrageous thing was that several earth javelins that had just formed beside Saburo directly crossed the space and nailed him to the wall in the next second!

The father-in-law beside Fengjian was startled. Just as he was about to call for help, he saw the two Yamamotos fainted, and then, Fengjian crawled out of his mouth.

Snake Stand, a very useful illusion, but Kazama really doesn’t like it!

Looking at the unknown slime all over his body, Feng Jian felt disgusted from his soul...

"The black flames were Amaterasu, and I couldn't move the Golden Binding Illusion, which looked like an enhanced version. Not only could I not move, I could hardly control my chakra. I could only think. It was as if someone had captured my soul. They cut off my control over my body and chakra."

"Fortunately, he was still unskilled in this ability, so I broke it by force. However, this shouldn't be an illusion. After all, I am immune to illusions. I think it should be soul control. Unfortunately, his soul is too weak."

"Soul control? That's a pretty good ability, worthy of the Mangekyō Sharingan."

As he spoke, Uncle Snake smiled, his hands moving non-stop:

"Then the other two abilities should be similar to the object control of Inorganic Reincarnation and the space-time ninjutsu of traveling through space, right? I just don't know if this space-time ninjutsu can work on me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Snake had completed the operation, swapping the brothers' Mangekyō Sharingan, and then dripping some specially prepared healing fluid on the brothers' eyes, supplemented by medical ninjutsu.

Soon, the two brothers' eyes recovered.

"Now, let's see if it can last forever."

As he spoke, Uncle Snake peeled open their eyes, and compared to before the operation, there were visible changes.

My brother's eyes used to be a circle with three vertical bars, but now there are three more wheels outside the vertical bars;

My brother's eyes used to be three positive wind wheels, but now there are three inverted triangle vertical bars...

Anyway, the brothers' eyes don't look very good.

"Well, that's good. Then, these two pairs of Kageekyo are left to you, Kazama."

As he said this, Orochimaru was about to throw the removed eye to Kazama.

"Hey, Master, that's not possible. Please keep these two pairs of eyes. It would be a waste to give them to me. I won't be able to use them in a short time. Please keep them and let them evolve into Samsara Eye as soon as possible."

"I only need the ten pairs of three magatama you gave me. If I really encounter a powerful enemy, I don't mind trying the eight gates."

Orochimaru thought about it and felt that Kazama was right. Ten pairs of three magatama, would that be enough for Kazama to open the Death Gate for a long time?

Then, Orochimaru kept the two pairs of eyes and transplanted them onto Hashirama's cells. Anyway, the two brothers transplanted Madara's cells, so they would evolve sooner or later.

Banling Village, a small village with a population of dozens of households.

As usual, Uncle Kagang was working in the farmland at the entrance of the village, looking towards the road from time to time.

This village grows rice. In the past, many young people would go to the fields to work at this time, and women would come to deliver meals at noon.

Then, the men would sit on the edge of the field and talk about the weather, the harvest, or their children.

At this moment, only Uncle Kagang was sitting alone on the ridge of the field, looking at the paddy field in front of him, eating rice balls, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

Just like a drop of water falling into the calm water, the old man's eyes suddenly showed ripples.

The old man stopped chewing and squinted his eyes to look at the end of the road. There seemed to be several figures there, but his eyes were blurry and he couldn't see clearly.

After a while, the old man finally saw clearly that it was indeed the person he wanted to see.

After confirming who it was, the old man continued to eat the rice balls and drank water from time to time.

The rice balls were finished and the people arrived.

A young man with long black hair and a white robe, a teenager with long black hair tied in a ponytail and wearing black clothes, and a middle-aged man wearing a traditional black robe.

Behind the young man, there were two blind men.

The old man looked at the blind man with a cold gaze, but did not say anything. He walked to Nian San, knelt down and kowtowed several times.

The boy looked like he wanted to stop him and seemed to want to say something but was stopped by the young man.

Then the old man bowed, walked to the edge of the field and picked up the package he had sewn.

Everyone else followed the old man, and no one spoke. Only the young man wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't.

The group soon arrived at their destination: the cemetery.

The old man walked to a grave, sat down, and took out the offerings from the package.

It was called a sacrifice, but in fact it was just a few fruits.

The old man solemnly arranged several fruits, then took out the wine and drank it by himself.

At this time, the young man suddenly pulled the two blind men over and pressed them to the ground one by one. The ground changed by itself, binding the blind men's calves and forcing them to remain in a kneeling position.

The old man turned around expressionlessly and looked at the two blind men. He just looked at them expressionlessly, his eyes like a pool of stagnant water.

Then, the old man turned around and took out a hatchet from the package. He stood up with the hatchet, glanced at the cemetery, and suddenly seemed to go crazy.

Maybe the hatchet was not sharp enough, or maybe the old man was too old and frail.

Therefore, he had to chop off the head of one of the blind men with ten blows. Then, the old man took a break and did the same thing again.

After chopping off the head of another blind man, the old man seemed to have suddenly lost his energy and spirit, and collapsed to the ground. He stared blankly at the grave in front of him, his lips moving several times but saying nothing.

Finally, the old man turned around, knelt down and kowtowed to the three men again, with numbness in his eyes.

Great sorrow without tears.

After a while, the three of them turned around and walked back.

In front of the grave that the old man had been staring at, there was another grave, as if protecting it.

On the way back, the three of them were very quiet. After walking for a while, the young man said to the boy:

"I thought you would stop him."

After hearing this, the young man shook his head, with a look of desolation in his eyes:

"It's unnecessary. There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. For him, living is just torture."

As he spoke, the young man looked up at the sky. It was clear blue, without a single cloud in sight, and without a trace of complexity.

A breeze blew by, and the rice fields swayed in the wind, as if bidding farewell.