Konoha Hits The Soul

Chapter 97

The only chance?

That’s why you can’t wait to choose to believe Orochimaru’s nonsense, right?

Shunyi closed his eyes.

The smell of corpse in the air mixed with disinfectant made his stomach churn, and he felt a little nauseated.

But he still settled down and lifted the white cloth on the corpses one by one, using Thor’s Eye to carefully observe the remaining traces on these corpses.

Suddenly, he glanced at the instrument table on the side, walked over and grabbed a scalpel.

“what are you doing!”

When Shunyi turned around, Jingshan finally couldn’t bear it anymore. He broke free of Shisui’s confinement, took a step forward, grabbed Shunyi’s hand, and said furiously: “You bastard, you are going to blaspheme us. The corpses of the Uchiha clan! Where do you put the dignity of these dead!”

Shunyi glanced at Jingshan indifferently.

Jingshan’s expression suddenly froze, but still clinging to Shunyi’s arm, he didn’t mean to let go.

“I want an autopsy.”

He turned his head to look at Fugaku.

“You can do an autopsy?”

“Know some basics.” Shunyi looked at him calmly: “From a guy named Shennong.”

Fugaku frowned and turned to look at Shisui.

Although Shisui’s face was also a little ugly, he finally nodded.

“All right.”

Fugaku sighed, “I hope you can get something.”

“Patriarch!” Jingshan shouted, “Our family rules don’t allow…”

“Enough!” Fugaku glanced at Jingshan indifferently, and Sharingan appeared in an instant. It was clearly in the shape of a three-hook jade, but Uchiha Jingshan’s body felt a kind of trembling from the bottom of his heart, as if he had encountered a natural enemy.

“let go!”

Jingshan gritted his teeth, in fear, although he still clung to Shunyi, his arm trembled inexplicably.

“I said, Uchiha Shizuyama, let go.”

In the indifferent words, the temperature in the air suddenly dropped a few minutes, and Jingshan’s chest was choked, only to feel that it was more difficult to breathe.

For… why?

He wanted to speak, but his lips trembled, making no sound at all.

let go! let go! let go!

There seemed to be only this voice in his head.

The sound was as strong as a sound, and the sound was like a shock, as if a fierce beast was roaring angrily in his head.

But I don’t know why.

He always felt that he shouldn’t let go.

Some of these people are his comrades-in-arms, and some are his predecessors. According to Uchiha’s tradition, they should be buried in a specific ceremony! How could such a thing be done on a corpse!

Do these people have to be like his younger brother Ryota, who died silently in the corner, and they are not even qualified to be on the heroic memorial monument!

Contradiction and fear struggled in his heart.

He wants to stick to his insistence, stick to Uchiha’s tradition, even if such persistence is meaningless.

but……

Jingshan’s face was pale, his teeth trembled, and big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.

At this moment, in front of the patriarch who gave him a lot of care and helped him turn on Mangekyō, fear and unwillingness filled his heart.

He didn’t even have the courage to start his Mangekyō.

Despair and coldness spread to Jingshan’s brain, the cold sweat on his body has soaked his clothes.

Jingshan felt that he could no longer breathe.

suddenly.

An inexplicable sigh sounded.

A turquoise Chakra poured into Jingshan’s body. Jingshan only felt the pressure on his body suddenly loosened. He panted heavily and escaped from the weird state just now.

Is it an illusion?

The illusion of the patriarch?

Who was it just now…

He turned his head in astonishment and found that Shisui had appeared next to him for some time.

And Shisui’s eyes…

The four round blades gathered in the blood-colored pupils.

That is Mangekyō!

It turned out to be Mangekyō!

when? How can it be!

“Shisui, you really have awakened this kind of power.”

Fugaku stared at Shisui, the complex expression was equally shocking, but more ugly: “Why didn’t you tell me? You know, the younger generation in the clan, the person I trust most is you.”

“Sorry, Lord Patriarch.”

Shisui relieved Mangekyō’s state, but rarely did not explain. Instead, he patted Jingshan on the shoulder: “Believe Shunichi-kun, presumably Jingshan brother, you also want to find out the murderer of these seniors. You only have information. The more you have, the more chance you will find the answer.”

“Um….”

Jingshan’s mouth hummed, but his hands didn’t move at all, obviously he hadn’t shaken his mind from this scene.

What?

The patriarch meant that Shisui started Mangekyō on his own?

How can it be?

Doesn’t it mean that this power can only be unlocked through special stimulation?

Shisui in the end…

“Is there enough trouble?”

Seeing that the atmosphere in the air became more and more depressing.

Suddenly he spoke suddenly, drawing everyone’s attention, and at the same time, he drew out his hand, as if he hadn’t been affected at all. In everyone’s stunned eyes, he slapped one of the corpses without any scruples. whereabouts.

Uchiha Fugaku: “……”

Uchiha Shisui: “……”

Uchiha Shizuyama: “…”

“This kind of wound…”

Ignoring the others, he stared at the wound in the internal organs, frowned slightly, and then started to move faster.

Five corpses, each of which has undergone a detailed autopsy.

Although the knife was very rough because of the first practice, but fortunately, he still found out something.

“It’s true that the Uchiha tribe may be older.”

“You fart!”

Uchiha Jingshan furiously said: “This is already a guess, now do you think it is useful to say this by yourself! These corpses…”

“Shut up.” Shunyi looked at him coldly, “Is it hard for people to finish speaking?”

Uchiha Shizuyama’s voice stopped abruptly. He glanced at Fugaku, who also had a gloomy expression next to him, then clenched his fist sharply and fell silent.

“Stab wounds, the stab wounds on their bodies only appeared after death.”

He turned his head to look at Fugaku and explained, “There is actually only one cause of their death. They were all scared to death.”

“What do you mean?” Fugaku frowned. “Scared to death? Did you mean…”

“Yes, that’s what you think.”

Shunyi’s voice was extremely calm, but what he said caused everyone except him to explode:

“They all died of illusion and were scared to death by illusion. These stab wounds are just wounds that were deliberately patched in order to cover the truth.

More importantly, the murderer seems to know the habits of your Uchiha clan very well. You should be sure that you will not perform an autopsy, so you dare to be so unscrupulous. This is why I judge that the murderer is very likely to be your Uchiha clan.

After all, the only one who can perform such a high-intensity illusion and knows the habits of your race so much is…”

Shunyi didn’t finish her last words, but the meaning was already self-evident.

“This… how is this possible?”

Fugaku’s face was even more ugly.

Others are easy to say, but Uchiha Taiichi is also a tribe with Mangekyō, and also Mangekyō with illusion ability.

If Taiyi who possesses this kind of illusion ability can die by illusion, how strong is the opponent’s illusion?

Is it another Mangekyō? Mangekyō that he didn’t even know?

Fugaku looked at Shisui who was also shocked.

His eyes became more complicated.

Damn it! Why do we have to cover up this fact one by one?

If the murderer is really Uchiha, why do you want to attack your own people?

Uchiha…what the hell is going on?