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Qianshou Zhujian looked confused, and saw that after Yan Bai finished hugging him, he went to hug the same inexplicable Qianshou Feijian.

Immediately afterwards, under the watchful eyes of the two Zhujian brothers, Yan Bai walked towards the back of Qianshou Buddhajian as if he was about to die heroically.

Qianshou Buddha was watching the people in charge of the funeral in front of him, but when he heard the movement brought by the wind, he suddenly turned around.

When he saw Yan Bai's beautiful and childish face, Qianshou Buddhajian really raised his hand.

Including Banjian and Wajian who were standing next to each other, all the brothers showed panic and unbearable expressions at that moment.

However, what filled the ears was not a crisp sound of "pop--".

It was a sound of "whoosh -" breaking through the air.

The upper body of Yan Bai's young body seemed to be leaning back weakly, soundlessly, like a feather, avoiding the slap from the Thousand-Handed Buddha.

Yan Bai jumped two meters away from the Thousand-Handed Buddha, and stood on top of the grass not far away.

Thousand-handed Buddha obviously didn't think that his slap would be empty.

Yan Bai looked at this "great" father expressionlessly, "Ah~ I really don't want to be beaten."

Chapter 008

Thousand-handed Buddha looked at Yan Bai solemnly, and said sternly with anger in his voice: "You are too willful, Yan Bai! Why do you always follow your elder brother? Could it be that there is no one in the Thousand-handed clan except him? Do you value the tribe?"

If Yan Bai obediently stayed in the clan land today, then some clan members who were dying and died just now might not have to die.

But Yan Bai was not there, so he ran to find Zhujian.

But now, Thousand Hands Buddha is not only angry.

The originally well-behaved and cute child suddenly rebelled against his father, and even easily dodged that slap.

This made Thousand Hands Buddha angry.

Yan Bai stared blankly at the Thousand-Handed Buddha Room, and said word by word: "Father, why should I pay attention to the clan members other than your brother and you?"

This rhetorical question broke the defense of Qianshou Buddha, he exclaimed angrily: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"Did I say something wrong?" Yan Bai looked directly into the Thousand-Handed Buddha, "I'm only six years old."

Thousand-handed Buddha roared: "No matter how old you are, you are a ninja of the Thousand-handed clan. Even if you are a baby, you must take up weapons to fight against the enemy and strive to become a ninja in your own right."

"Father is blaming me for not coming back to treat them, right?" Yan Bai looked at the Thousand-Handed Buddha, "You only know that I can heal. Do you know what side effects this technique will bring me?"

"Side effects?" Thousand Hands Buddha suddenly calmed down, and he looked at Yan Bai gloomyly.

At this moment, Thousand Hands Buddha really felt Yan Bai's difference.

It was only a momentary fight just now, and Qianshou Buddha had already felt the difference in Yan Bai.

"During the treatment, I will personally experience the pain experienced by countless injured people. The pain of their injuries and dying, the unimaginable pain and fear instantly invaded my consciousness. Why should I bear these pains that normal people cannot bear?"

Yan Bai's words are not nonsense. In the process of copying other people's physique and skills, in order to better imitate others, this is the only way to go.

However, as a GM, Yan Bai's pain threshold has exceeded the imagination of normal people, and everything is trivial.

However, only this reason can better explain why Yan Bai is only willing to follow Senshou Zhujian and treat Senshou Zhujian, but he is unwilling to take the initiative to treat others.

"Do you know how hurt it is for me to treat countless dying people in just one day? Countless different near-death experiences will be transmitted to my consciousness at the same time, which is equivalent to dying in the spiritual world. Over and over again." Yan Bai stated expressionlessly.

It wasn't just the thousand-handed Buddha whose eyes widened.

All the brothers were dumbfounded after hearing Yan Bai's words.

"So... you..." Qianshou Buddha was shocked, but he couldn't speak a complete sentence.

Yan Bai's childish face was full of indifference, "Ah~ yes, this side effect, besides causing me pain, naturally also brings benefits. Now, the people I care about are my brothers. If I even They don't care anymore, Father, what do you think I will do?"

Thousand Hands Buddha's face was cold and hard, he didn't know what to say for a while.

In the distance on the side, there is a group of Thousand Hands who mourned and buried their clansmen.

In front of her was her daughter who was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

In the eyes of Thousand Hands Buddha, as a ninja, one must be able to endure the pain that ordinary people cannot bear;

But just as Yan Bai said, he is only six years old.

Experience countless near-deaths every day, even adults may not be able to bear it, right?

But so what?

Who made Yan Bai a child of Thousand Hands Buddha?

As the head of the clan, Thousand Hands Buddha must be responsible for the entire clan.

"This is your duty as a thousand-handed clan." Thousand-handed Buddha said quietly: "Don't escape, but face it bravely."

Yan Bai had no intention of giving in at all, "Father, my mother taught me how to love since I was a child, love myself, love others, love everything in the world..."

"Indeed, we are social animals. Only when we know how to love ourselves can we have self-confidence; only when we know how to love others can we have relationships; only when we know how to love everything in the world can we experience the beauty of being alive."

"I'm tired, father, if I can't even love myself, how can I love others? Don't mention the Thousand Hands to me."

"Don't mention the dead clansmen to me, their deaths were not caused by me, their deaths were caused by themselves, by you adults who started the war! You are the root of the tragedy—"

The last sentence offended Thousand-Handed Buddha, he was full of anger, and roared angrily: "Shut up——"

Thousand Hands Buddha wanted to rush up and beat Yan Bai.

However, the four sons consciously stand in front of Yan Bai.

Thousand Hands Buddha stared at Yan Bai, his eyes were full of resentment.

It was a kind of resentment of "anger does not fight, hate iron but not steel".

All children feel the unyielding force behind this resentment of their father.

Opening both hands, Qianshoupan looked up at Qianshoufojian expressionlessly, "Father, Yan Bai has endured countless near-death experiences, and it must be very painful. Please forgive her."

Qianshou Buddha lowered his eyes and was silent for a while before saying, "Take your sister to calm down."

Yan Bai looked at the Thousand-Handed Buddha Room silently, and didn't talk back.

The five brothers sat together on a tree stump not far from the cemetery.

"My heart is full of grievances and resentment, and I have held it back for a long time."

Yan Bai's voice resounded with the mountain wind, "Instead of forcing yourself to love hard, it is better to allow yourself to express hate, release and dispel hate, then love can appear and connection can be produced."

As soon as these words came out, Qianshou Zhujian seemed to be greatly touched.

"So, this ninja world is wrong." Senshou Feijian said with a serious face: "Adults are all fools. If you want to end the war and conclude a peace agreement with the enemy, won't the fighting stop?"

Qian Shoubanjian looked at his elder brother, "But, those clansmen who were killed... didn't they die in vain?"

As soon as this remark came out, Yan Bai seemed to have heard some big joke, and said in a low voice: "So, brother Banjian, after the enemy wiped out the clan, the dead clansmen will be resurrected, right?"

Qian Shoubanjian: "..."

Yan Bai didn't stop, and continued: "If killing the enemy can't revive the dead, then continuing to fight will only add more dead people. Besides, revenge? It doesn't exist, it just doesn't exist. Keep forming new enemies, and then pass on the old hatreds to future generations, endlessly, until the family is wiped out..."

Qianshou Feijian agreed with Yan Bai's words, he looked at Qianshou Banjian, and said: "Banjian, Yan Bai is right, if you think about things like before, you will die, you are too impulsive."

Qianshouzhujian also agrees with Yan Bai.

Revenge, fighting to the death, is nothing more than making new enemies endlessly, and passing on the new hatred along with the old hatred forever.

"Signing a peace agreement, as long as the ninja suppresses his feelings and makes strict rules to abide by it, unnecessary fights can be avoided." Senshou Himama continued.

Seeing Qian Shoubanjian want to say something.

But Yan Bai said quietly again: "Banjian, do you still remember how grandpa's grandpa died?"

Qian Shoubanjian: "..."

Yan Bai continued to ask: "Do you still remember how grandpa's father died? Do you remember how grandpa's brothers and sisters died? Who of you remember? If the truce started from grandpa's generation, the new The dead clansman will definitely not have to die, who remembers how the older generation died?"

It doesn't seem so friendly to the older generation of ninjas to say this.

But isn't that the truth?

There has to be a generation to bear the pain.

How can the world be changed when all are reckless?

"A true alliance... can it be realized?" Senju Zhuma asked hesitantly.

During the Warring States Period, the average life expectancy of ninjas and civilians was around 30 years old.

It is the premature death of too many young children that greatly reduces this lifespan.

They die without knowing why they lived or why they fought.

"Of course..." Yan Bai looked at Qianshouzhujian with certainty, "So, brother, practice hard. When you are strong enough, you can make each other a consensus. Surrender first. If they don't accept our clan surrender until they accept our surrender."

Thousands of Hands: "..."

The rest of the brothers: "..."

Chapter 009 Shameless

In the evening, all the brothers accompanied Yan Bai to dinner.

Seeing that there was an extra dried fish for dinner on the low table, Yan Bai was speechless.

To be honest, after coming to this world, he just wanted to go out and start a small kitchen.

The food here is too barren and unpalatable!

Although there are eggs, fish, and vegetables.

Yan Bai's food is definitely the highest standard treatment of the Thousand Hands Clan.

Ordinary people may only have pickles and rice, but Yan Bai at least has meat and vegetables.

But, that's it!

Although it is a little heartless to say this, but... I have no appetite...

Yan Bai carefully handed the dried fish in his bowl to Senshou Zhujian who was sitting beside her. Because there was an extra fish today, he took advantage of the opportunity to give one of the fish to his youngest brother Qianshou Wajian.

Seeing this, Qianshou Feijian couldn't help but said: "You don't have an appetite every day, is it because of that side effect?"

"Maybe, I don't know..." Yan Bai said lightly, "I don't want to eat."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know before..." Thousand Hands whispered: "Did you go to the battlefield to treat those strangers to collect information?"

"Yeah." Yan Bai answered vaguely, he believed in the power of brain power.

"Then why did you treat those animals?" Qian Shou Feijian asked hesitantly.

"Looking for fun." Yan Bai replied solemnly: "The life of animals is crueler than that of humans, but it is also very simple and warm. It can heal my sad heart."

Qianshou Tobirama: "..."

Is that so?

I only ate rice and eggs at night, and I will definitely be hungry.

Yan Bai woke up from a hungry dream.

In the middle of the night, Yan Bai slipped into the chicken coop again.

Qianshou Feijian was in charge of monitoring Yan Bai, so Yan Bai slipped out of the house, and Qianshou Feijian noticed it immediately.

Qianshou Fanjian quietly followed behind Yan Bai, but he did not follow Yan Bai into the chicken coop.

The bird droppings from last time had cast a psychological shadow on Qianshouban, he planned to listen to the movement inside through the wall, and then...

"Giggle..."

An old hen made a sound of pain.

"Come on—Chun Yu, work hard, it's almost there!"

That was Yan Bai's voice as gentle as a nightingale.

Qianshou Tobirama: "????"

"Cluck cluck—" the hen continued to cry.

Yan Bai continued to cheer beside him: "Hardly, hard——"