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"You don't know who I am?" The mourner tentatively asked, "Why am I here, and where is this?" ”

Halfway through, a hollow sound came from the snow-white humanoid.

"Normally, if I'm asked who I am, I'm happy to answer that."

"But." The empty voice paused, and said, "Rather than explaining my identity, the first thing I need to do now is to determine your identity. ”

"Tell me, who are you?"

In this strange place, in the face of the strange snow-white humanoid and his inexplicable questions, Fuzhu didn't want to answer the snow-white humanoid question truthfully, after all, after answering this question truthfully, no one could tell what would happen.

However, the more silent he was, the stronger the sense of oppression he felt from the other party - although the snow-white humanoid was snow-white and had no human facial features, being 'stared' at by such a strange being, no matter who it was, it would feel a little creepy.

"I... My name is Tokisada Sato. "Bless to the soul, what the mourner blurted out was a lie.

"Tokisada Sato?"

The snow-white figure muttered to himself, and seemed to carefully look at the mourning for a long time with his 'eyes', and then said with some annoyance: "No, you are not Sato Tokisada. ”

"Although the two of you look very similar and have a similar aura, you are not him, you should be his immediate family!"

"I'm not him..."Musuke gets quite a bit of information from this sentence in the snow-white figure, "Do you know Tokisada Sato?" ”

"Hmph." The snow-white figure let out a cold snort in that empty voice, "Of course I know, that man, the most courageous man I have ever seen." ”

"And the stupidest man."

Feeling that the snow-white figure seemed to be extremely angry after hearing the name Sato Tokisada, he sensibly did not continue the discussion on the topic, but threw out his original question again.

"Who are you?"

"This is probably the third time I've answered this question, which is really rare, and this question usually only needs to be answered once." The snow-white figure seemed helpless, and he stood up and faced the mourning.

"Even though this is the third time I've answered this question, I'm going to say one thing, that's a good question."

"I'm what you call the world."

"Or the universe."

"Or a god."

"Or the truth."

"Or all."

"Or one."

"It's just a pity." The snow-white figure stretched out his hand and pointed at the mourners.

"I'm not you."

A cool breeze blew, and the snow-white figure in front of him suddenly appeared behind him from the front of the mourning help.

"Since I sent you to me, then I will give you a greeting gift."

"The 'generous gift' that was rejected by Sato Toshisada will let you, as a relative, accept it." The snow-white humanoid kicked at the mourner, and the sturdy mourner was kicked up by him.

And the direction in which the mourning was kicked away was the black gate behind the original snow-white humanoid.

Chirping~

The door suddenly opened, and a huge eyeball appeared inside the pitch-black door, only to see countless black tentacles flying out of the darkness behind the eyeballs, quickly binding towards the mourners, trying to speed up the speed of the mourning to fly towards the door.

"What is this?!"

Mourning tried to struggle with some horror, but the number of black tentacles was so great that Mourning's resistance was as humble and powerless as that of an ant facing an elephant.

"Stop yelling, it sounds so annoying." A hollow voice came from behind the mourner, "Isn't that what you're here for?" ”

...

Ignoring the words of the snow-white humanoid, the mourner was still struggling desperately.

It was only at this time that he realized that now, whether it was ninjutsu or alchemy, he could not use it, and only the physical skills that completely relied on the body could barely be used, but the effect was almost none.

"You little ghost, what are you struggling with?" A hollow voice came, sounding a little annoying.

As soon as the words fell, Fu Zhu saw the snow-white figure appear in front of him again, and kicked him again.

With this foot down, Fu Zhu no longer had the strength to resist, and was directly dragged into the black gate by the black tentacles.

Bang!

The black door shut.

"Hmph, it's good that this little ghost is still a normal person." The snow-white figure saw Mussuke being dragged through the door and sat down in front of it again, feeling as if he was happy.

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Seeing the door shut, Musake felt like he was in the dark, and then fell quickly.

The scenes that happened in the past flashed in his eyes like a marquee.

The just-concluded competition...

A showdown with Hinata...

Maite Day, who kicked open the door of his house...

The whirlpool Kushina, who blushed like a tomato...

Wave Feng Shui Gate who reached out to himself in a friendly way...

After paying bribes to the Uchiha clan, Chinatsu Kishiba infiltrated Konoha and attacked Sato's house at night and was killed by himself...

Meet the corpses of the clansmen who went out on a mission, and finally wiped out all the members...

In the marquee, the memories of the past reappear in front of my eyes.

Many memories that I thought I had forgotten long ago were also re-screened at this time.

The marquee was on, and a large amount of knowledge and intelligence were also at this time, bombarding the bereaved brain like a wave, and a large amount of knowledge and intelligence poured in, even if the spiritual power far exceeded that of ordinary people, they also felt a splitting headache.

As the speed of the body fell gradually, the mourning felt that the body was no longer under his control, and the limbs and even the body were like sand and turned into small fragments.

It's as if the body is being disintegrated by alchemy.

"The body... The body is going to be decomposed! Stop it! Stop! ”

Because of fear, the voice of the mourner at this time was trembling.

And the fragments of memories that are being projected like a marquee in front of the mourning are also coming to an end.

At the end of the memory fragment, a man with blonde hair and red eyes who looked similar to himself and a woman with long red hair and black pupils stood warmly together.

In front of the two of them, there was a stroller, and on the stroller was a little baby who looked like a man, also with blond hair and red eyes.

At this time, the little baby was crying.

"Good, baby, mom hug, remember, a man can't cry casually." The red-haired woman picked up the crying baby with a doting face, and then gently patted the baby on the back.

After a while, the baby's crying stopped, and the baby looked at the woman in front of him, and then babbled and laughed.

"It's normal for a child who is less than half a year old to cry." The blonde man grinned and reached out to poke the baby's face, but as soon as his hand was stretched out, the red-haired woman slapped it away.

"Have you washed your hands?" The red-haired woman was dissatisfied, "You just came back from the forging room, I don't know how dirty it is, you are not allowed to touch our family's mourning before you wash it." ”

"It's only been half a year since I was born, how do I feel that the little mosquito coil is better for him than for me." The blonde man's expression was a little resentful, but there was a smile in his eyes.

"Okay, you hammer, you can also eat your son's vinegar." The red-haired woman glanced at the blonde man, and said angrily: "Go take a bath, and when I cook, take our precious son." ”

...

The pain of being dissolved by alchemy, the pain of being forcibly poured into knowledge, all dissipated in an instant.

When he came back to his senses, he was back in the snow-white space.

At this time, he stood in front of the black gate, as if he had never entered.

However, a large amount of knowledge and information suddenly appeared in his mind, telling him that all this had really happened.

What's more, the memory fragment that has just been replayed like a marquee is still vividly remembered.

"I... Why am I crying? ”