Naruto Time Control

the next day.

early morning.

On a clean and tidy bed embroidered with purple butterfly textures, the curled up Butterfly Shinobi slowly opened his eyes.

He yawned, sat up, and stretched his body hard.

She rubbed her eyes.

Then patted his forehead.

She had been dreaming all night, and it was the scene in the daytime over and over again, but her sister's full-strength sword failed to shake a single hair.

Even now, when she woke up, she still felt uneasy.

horrible.

fear.

Weird.

The existence of Feng Ye is the most incomprehensible existence she has seen so far.

Butterfly Ninja followed her sister, Chana Hui, who also participated in the war a month ago. On the battlefield, she also witnessed the strength of the "Original Winding No. 3" and now the strength of the "Winding No. 2" Yiwozuo.

The opponent's strength is extremely terrifying. If all the pillars in the team have not learned a higher level of swordsmanship from Mako, and their attack has improved, I am afraid they will not be able to even break the defense.

but.

Even the terrifying Yiwozuo gave her a completely different feeling from Feng Ye.

If the feeling of Yiwozu is only 'strong' and 'difficult to conquer', then Feng Ye does not have the concept of being strong and conquering at all, but it is almost incomprehensible.

The speed of the other party took away the little girl in an instant, and a strand of the other party's hair was unable to cut off even Megumi's efforts.

This can't help but make Butterfly endure doubts, the origin of all ghosts, as the king of ghosts, can the ghost dance Tsuji no miserable reach this level?

"call……"

Butterfly Ninja hugged his knees, leaned against the bed and curled up for a while, then took a deep breath, put down the chaotic thoughts in his heart, and got dressed and got up.

When I came out of the house, I didn't see the figure of my sister, Chana Hui.

I didn't see my sister in the yard either.

She searched around and came to the laboratory located under the Butterfly House.

Butterfly House.

This is not only the place where she and her sister live, but also the medical department of the ghost killing team. All injured ghost killing team members will be sent here for treatment.

The laboratory located in the basement of the Butterfly House is used by her and her sister to study medical skills on the one hand, and her own research on poison skills on the other hand, exploring the various possibilities of using poison to kill ghosts.

Push open the basement door.

Chanel Megumi's figure is in the corner of the laboratory.

"elder sister."

Butterfly Ninja breathed a sigh of relief, then walked in and called.

But the call went unanswered.

Butterfly Ninja was a little strange, walked towards Chana Hui, came to the side, and saw Chana Hui standing in front of a 'microscope', the whole person was dumbfounded, as if frozen.

"elder sister?"

Butterfly endures a surprised call.

But Chanel still seems to be petrified.

It wasn't until Butterfly Shinobi stretched out her hand and touched Chana Hui's shoulder, which made her abruptly wake up. She stumbled and took a step back.

Instead of looking at Butterfly Ninja next to her, she stared at the microscope, her big eyes full of wonder.

Butterfly Ren followed her line of sight.

He soon noticed that what was placed under the microscope and observed was a strand of silver-white hair. There was no doubt that it was what Feng Ye left yesterday.

"……What's wrong?"

Butterfly Shinobi's eyes flashed with surprise and curiosity, and asked Chana Hui.

Chana Hui still couldn't keep calm and calm, she closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, and then she slowly calmed down.

When he opened his eyes again, there was still a bit of shock in his eyes looking at the strand of hair.

"Unbelievable."

"How can such a thing exist in the world..."

aside.

Butterfly looked at her sister who was still absent-minded, and finally couldn't help it. She also took a few steps forward, put her eyes closer to the microscope, and looked at the silver-white hair under the microscope.

Immediately afterwards, her vision froze.

What I could see was a silvery white covering the entire field of vision, and in that silvery white, countless cells were lined up with a feeling that could not be described in words.

tidy? Perfect?

These words are not enough to describe.

Naturally.

Even with such words to describe, it still seems obscure.

The arrangement of the cells seems to contain the truth of the world. Each cell seems to be covered with fine textures, and each texture seems to point to the essence of the world.

The interweaving of these textures gives people a shocking feeling. It seems that every texture represents life itself, and every cell is a magnificent world.

"This... what is this..."

Butterfly was shocked.

Words that have exhausted her whole life cannot describe the shock in her heart at this moment.

As the sister of Butterfly House owner Butterfly Chana Hui, as the stepson of the style, who has painstakingly studied poison and medicine, she has healed many wounded and killed many ghosts.

She has observed the blood of ghosts, and she has even taken the blood of ghosts at the end of the twelve ghost months, and purified them from their blood to a deeper concentration of "the blood of no misery", and spied the secrets of some miserable cells.

She was shocked.

Because there are no miserable cells.

The vitality and terrifying power contained in the cells are indeed far beyond imagination. Even a drop of blood is enough to make ordinary people become undead monsters, and a single blood can create a powerful ghost!

The power and energy contained in that blood cannot be compared to any pillar of the Ghost Killing Team.

At that time, Butterfly Ren once felt that the strength of the cells without misery represented the limit of the body.

but.

Now her mind is completely broken.

If innocent cells represent the limits of the body, what does this hair represent?

It is impossible to measure the difference between the two.

It's like the dirty dirt on the side of the road, and the pure and flawless jade... No, the gap is bigger than this, I don't know how much it has surpassed, so that I can't understand it.

Chanel Megumi came over.

"I tested its properties before you came."

"Theoretically, it should be an impossible substance. The power contained in each cell is beyond imagination. If it explodes, an area can be razed to the ground."

"But such a vast and majestic energy is firmly compressed in a hair... No, it should be said that it maintains the form of a hair, which is simply..."

Chanel Megumi's eyes were complicated.

Yes.

This kind of height that mortals can never reach, and even prying and imagination can hardly see the edge, there is only one definition that can describe its existence - God.

Such miracles can only belong to gods.

Chana Hui does not believe that there are gods in this world. From the day her parents were brutally murdered by ghosts, she did not believe in the existence of gods, she only believed in herself.

She protects her sister, lives with Butterfly Ninja, struggles step by step to survive, and joins the ghost killing team to fight ghosts. To this day, she relies on her own hands.

She did not rely on the gods, nor did she pray to the gods.

But at the moment.

The miracle was shown in front of her, showing the boundless stalwart in a small way.

Chana Hui wanted to question why Feng Ye had to watch countless tragedies happen in this world, and watch Guiwu Tsuji Wumai create one after another cruel killing in this world.

But she didn't say it.

Butterfly stood there dumbfounded, looked at the microscope, and then at the sister beside her. Looking at the complex eyes and demeanor of her sister, she gradually understood something.

A look of astonishment appeared on her face, then she clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.

She looked up suddenly.

"Hey! You are watching!"

"Why do you still appear in this world! Since you have turned a blind eye to everything that happens in this world! Why do you still appear in front of us!"

She didn't endure like Chana Megumi, but clenched her small fist and said loudly.

An incompetent roar echoed in the basement.

Didn't get any response.

She clenched her fists, her chest kept heaving, panting, and she couldn't even hold the full concentration.

Of course, Feng Ye was also watching everything that happened here, and also saw Butterfly Ren's cry, and saw her unwilling, angry, and tearful eyes.

But Feng Ye just watched calmly.

Nothing to explain.