On a rainy and dreary day, Konoha held a grand funeral for the four generations of the couple who died.

Dressed in black and holding white bouquets of flowers in their hands, people walked out of the houses and into a stream of people walking in the direction of the cemetery.

The color of sorrow appeared on everyone's face, and the gloomy atmosphere made people feel oppressive and uncomfortable.

A tall, white-haired man appeared in the field of vision, his feet on clogs, his eyes almost numb.

"Konoha: I Plant a Sacred Tree in My Body" Chapter 95 The smoke of gunfire is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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