Country of Grass.

The wilderness under the setting sun shows the desolation, the bones are sleeping in the grass without anyone taking care of it, and the crows fly by in groups in the sky...

Deep in the ground.

It is a big hole like a maze.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

In a small room, heart-wrenching screams of pain came from the sound of sound waves. The thin wooden door trembled under the sound of sound waves. Bai Jue passed by outside the door showed sympathy for staying away and praying for the unlucky guy in the room.

And as we passed through a corridor, the girl's weak and painful roar came from another room.

This underground maze is a huge pot chamber for raising pots.

Fifteen rooms.

There is a teenager or girl in every room, all of whom are Uchiha's children.

They either lacked arms, legs, or half of their bodies were destroyed... Then they were transplanted with Bai Jue's body. The wood escape cells of Chijue Hashirama collided with the bloodlines of the Uchiha family, bringing them the pain of falling into purgatory.

As time goes by.

Some people cannot withstand the erosion of wood escape cells, and their bodies become woody and turn into a tree and rooted in the room.

Some people survived the erosion of wood escape cells, but the power of the Sharingan escaped wildly. The two eyeballs exploded like two grenades, and half of their bodies exploded into red meat minced.

Some people have serious conflicts in their bodies, and their bodies simply collapse directly, turning into a pool of eroded flesh and blood, dyeing the stone platform red.

In an empty hall.

Below the hideous golem, Uchiha Madara, who was white-haired, skinny and bone-skinned, and had many corpses, was sitting on the stone mount.

He raised his head, staring at the darkness with scarlet eyes as if he had been dug out of a coal pit.

"How many died?"

"Nine, six more are alive."

"Hei Jue, do you think there is anyone who can survive?"

"There is a little ghost named Uchiha Night Light. His physical fusion is unprecedentedly good. In these two hundred and seventy-two experiments, his data are the best. If everything goes well, he will probably be a usable piece."

Two hundred and seventy-two experiments.

In the understatement, the bones of more than 200 Uchiha clan members were piled up.

"Finally... it's almost ten years, and I finally waited." Uchiha Madara closed his eyes tiredly, and only a faint voice echoed in the hall, "Go and prepare! Let that child become my assistant and open up the future for me."

"Yes, Lord Madara."

Looking at Uchiha Madara who was resting with her eyes closed, Kurojue grinned and smiled silently.

The smile was full of mockery.

———

At 8 o'clock in the evening.

Half of Konoha Village has fallen into quiet darkness. The impact of war is not only death, but economic recession is also one of the inevitable trauma brought by war.

Konoha is much deserted now than before the war begins.

This moment is logically the starting point of nightlife. However, except for a few main streets and residential areas, there is no brightly lit place in the entire Konoha Village. The dark alleys are like the nests of evil ghosts. Occasionally, one or two strange noises scare the passers-by and the passers-by can't help but speed up.

Yiyetang.

The paper lantern hanging at the door released a soft orange light, and the black characters printed on the lanterns of Yiyetang were particularly eye-catching.

The melodious and melodious sound of Sanwei Line comes from the store, and the dim lights in the store create a rare and comfortable atmosphere.

"It's useless." Nagarjuna said while eating soba noodles with sesame sauce.

"What? You gave up too quickly?"

Uchiha Fugaku slapped the table in annoyance.

Fortunately, they are in the private room, and the room here has a good sound insulation effect. As long as there is no excessive noise, it will not affect others.

"What's the solution? If there is a solution, I will certainly refuse it! But I have no choice! What else can I do if I don't accept it honestly? I don't want to show an ugly posture and make indifferent struggles. The Uchiha clan cannot afford to lose that person!"

He was snatched by Nagarjuna.

Fugao was extremely angry, but didn't know how to refute, so he could only snort angrily, tilted his head and swallowed the sake in his glass into his stomach.

"Damn it!"

Taking advantage of the alcohol, Fugao cursed.

"Another bowl!"

Uchiha Ryuri opened the door of the private room and called the waiter to come.

"Mush soba noodles, add two more portions of mutton!"

There were two stacks of empty bowls piled up on the table. At first, the reluctant little girl tasted it and began to ruthlessly slap the clan leader's wallet. Uchiha Itachi, who was only three years old, was shocked. He looked at the half bowl of noodles he had not finished, and then looked at the empty bowls piled up on the table, with a pale face.

He subconsciously moved his butt and approached his mother, trying to stay away from Uchiha Ryuri.

Itachi, who was seven years old, could think about problems from the perspective of Naruto, but he was only three years old now and was still a child. Uchiha's glutinous way of eating it scared him.

"Nakushu, is there no other way?"

Fugaki still doesn't give up.

"Stop talking about this." Naruto picked up the last noodle and sucked it into his stomach. "I have a clear idea about my affairs. Compared to this, I should think about it carefully about the connection with the future fourth generation of Naruto, Mr. Clan."

"Compared with my life, death, honor and disgrace, this is the top priority for my tribe."

Nagarjuna said righteously.

This is half true and half false.

It is naturally a lie to say that he regards his family as more important than his own life and death.

But he is not emotional about his family, and he does not say that he must give up his feelings in pursuit of immortality. At least, at this stage, he is not tired of all this. If he can, he does not want Uchiha to be destroyed one day in the future.

Fugao put down his wine glass, frowned, and his face turned red.

This is indeed the top priority of the Uchiha clan at present.

After handling the relationship with the Haku-Feng Mizuno, it will undoubtedly greatly improve the living environment of the Uchiha clan, and even take this opportunity to truly integrate the family into the village, rather than being close and separated, always separated by an invisible wall.

"This matter is not urgent!"

"I need to discuss with the elders... It's a pity that you are going to the Land of Water, otherwise you can help me convince the stubborn old people."

"This is your duty, Lord Tribe."

Nagarjuna picked up chopsticks and chewed them loudly.

Fugao didn't say anything. He pushed open the window and poked his head out to look up at the illusory moon in the sky.

"So beautiful!"

He sighed.

"I always feel sad when I see such a beautiful moonlight!" He slapped the window frame hard and sighed constantly.

"Fugaya, you're drunk!"

Uchiha Mikoto grabbed her husband's arm.

"I'm not drunk... I've just drunk so much... How could I get drunk...?"
Chapter completed!