Chapter 85: You Were Poked to Death by a Door

In the No. 0 dungeon, Uchiha's face looked extremely pale and eerie under the flickering candlelight on the walls. After listening to his account, Uchiha Gin could not help but fall into deep thought.

The old man before him might truly be the grandfather of the original host. Hearing the secrets of the past from his mouth, Uchiha Gin was greatly shocked.

The uncle in the original host's memories who had cared for him so much, Uchiha Tajima, was actually such a ruthless man. He had not only killed his own parents and imprisoned his own father, but also controlled him, brainwashed him, and gouged out his eyes.

He looked up at the old man before him once more. The gaze the other party directed at him was full of affection and was not feigned.

If it were the original host, he might have believed it, but he was not the real Uchiha Gin. Subconsciously, he did not want to be drawn into the vortex of the original host's fate.

At this moment, he still had an incomplete system hanging on him, which could go haywire at any time.

First, set a small goal for himself: live until the founding of Konoha.

"Gin, do not have too many concerns. You only need to search for the whereabouts of Wuming together with Uchiha Tajima. Once you find Wuming, you will put this on her."

As he spoke, Uchiha Yao took a simple headband from his person and placed it in front of Uchiha Gin.

"I have installed a control device inside. It can seize control of Wuming from Uchiha Tajima's hands. After you return, I can manipulate Wuming to remove her Sharingan and transplant it to you. Then, the two of us, grandfather and grandson, can take our revenge, unify the Uchiha clan, and you will become the clan leader."

There was a hidden power in the old man's words that could bewitch people's hearts. Uchiha Gin, whose will was not particularly firm, slowly felt a sense of longing emerge in his eyes, and he was on the verge of falling for this old thief's trap.

Suddenly, a cool sensation spread through his eyes. Uchiha Gin immediately regained his clarity and was simultaneously drenched in a cold sweat.

Looking at the old man with slight vigilance, Uchiha Gin thought to himself that this old codger truly had no good intentions and had started painting a big picture for him.

His rich experience as a corporate slave in his past life told him that those who paint big pictures are not very reliable.

"Alright, Grandfather! With us, grandfather and grandson, working together, our strength can cut through metal. I will go and prepare now."

Feeling that the situation was not looking good, Uchiha Gin immediately began to beat a retreat.

However, circumstances were stronger than the man; it was not appropriate to tear off the mask with this old man yet.

Putting away the headband, he affectionately took the old man's hand. Uchiha Gin's eyes welled up with tears, and his voice even trembled slightly.

"Grandfather! You have suffered all these years. Your grandson will definitely rescue you."

This sudden change left Uchiha Yao momentarily confused. His eldest grandson seemed a bit dim-witted; could such a guy really carry out his plan?

Should he just let Wangliang possess him instead?

"The reason I stay in this dungeon is not that I cannot get out, but to avoid arousing Uchiha Tajima's unnecessary suspicions. You do not need to worry about my situation; the important thing is to find Wuming first." The old man shook his head, revealing an arrogant expression.

"In that case, this grandson will take his leave first." Uchiha Gin prepared to grease his heels and slip away.

"You go back first. If there is anything, I will have Wangliang notify you."

Uchiha Yao did not try to keep him. He nodded, signaling for him to leave.

Uchiha Gin was just about to turn around when he heard Uchiha Yao's voice from behind.

"At this time, Uchiha Ryuei has already returned. I will have Wangliang send you back."

Having said that, the eerie old jailer emerged from a dark corner. Unlike his usual expressionless appearance, his eyes now held a hint of a smile, which made Uchiha Gin's hair stand on end.

"That would be a huge help."

Licking his parched lips, Uchiha Gin knew he could not escape.

He saw the old jailer transform into a mass of black shadow, wrapping him up. Uchiha Gin, enveloped within, felt his five senses vanish, and then his body moved rapidly.

Within a few breaths, light reappeared before his eyes. He was already outside the dungeon gate, and the old jailer was nowhere to be seen.

He looked up at the sky. Forget it, the amount of information received today was a bit large. He would go home to sort out his thoughts—skipping work, skipping work.

Walking on the way home, the surrounding Uchiha clansmen still wore that expression of keeping him at a distance.

However, after these few days, Uchiha Gin had long since gotten used to it. It was right for the original host to take the blame; he had no psychological burden at all.

"Why are you back so early today? Off work so early?"

Senju Itama, wearing loungewear and holding a broom to clean, asked with some surprise when he saw Uchiha Gin return early.

"This damn job, it's not worth doing anyway."

Uchiha Gin squinted his dead fish eyes and yawned as he complained.

"You kid are quite familiar, aren't you?"

Looking at Senju Itama's posture, Uchiha Gin said with a teasing expression.

"Evil Uchiha, who is familiar with you!"

Hearing Uchiha Gin's mockery, Senju Itama blushed, threw the broom aside, turned around, and fled back to the bedroom like the wind, slamming the door shut with a bang.

"What a kid who can't take a joke."

Uchiha Gin shook his head; the brat's skin was still too thin.

"Cousin, I'm coming in!"

As the door was kicked open, Uchiha Izuna barged in in a rush.

(╬￣ Min ￣)

"Uchiha Izuna, if you can't give me a reasonable explanation, just wait to be buried with my door."

Looking at the teetering door, an angry Uchiha Gin grabbed Uchiha Izuna's hedgehog hair and threatened him hatefully.

"Wuwuwu~"

Izuna, who had been grabbed, wailed in pain.

"Don't, don't, don't! I'm going to go bald! I have something important to tell you."

"Speak, what is it?"

Hearing this, Uchiha Gin let go. Izuna, clutching his head, had tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Dad asked me to bring you a message."

"What instructions does Uncle have?"

Uchiha Tajima was actually contacting him again. Could it be that he had discovered his little tricks?

"There's a mission in three days. Dad told me to notify you so we can go together."

Uchiha Izuna, who had climbed up, said with a serious face and puffed-up cheeks.

"What are the details of the mission?"

What kind of mission would actually require a kid like Izuna to notify him? Generally, it would be conveyed by a designated person.

"It's confidential, I can't reveal it for now. You'll know when you go." Uchiha Izuna turned to the side, his eyes rolling around, and said mysteriously in a low voice.

"Bang!"

Uchiha Gin nailed a fist onto the head of the smug-looking Uchiha Izuna.

"Then why don't you hurry up and fix the door for me!"

Uchiha Izuna, with a large bump on his head, obediently took a hammer and nails and huddled there, fixing it vigorously.

After a while, Uchiha Izuna, looking proud, supported the restored door and said,

"I'm a professional at repairing doors."

Then you were poked to death by a door later on.

Knowing the plot, Uchiha Gin thought of the cause of death of this brat before him and couldn't help but roll his eyes and complain in his heart.

"Do you feel like you're thinking about something bad?"

Seeing Uchiha Gin's strange look, a bewildered Uchiha Izuna couldn't help but ask.

"Izuna, be nicer to your cousin. Maybe one day your cousin can save your life from a door."

Patting Uchiha Izuna's little head, Uchiha Gin said with a serious face.

"Ah!!! You hit my bump."

The sudden gentleness did not move Izuna. The boy, jumping up and down in pain, clutched his head and hurriedly took his leave. If he stayed here any longer, his little life would be in jeopardy.

Seeing the "miserable" Uchiha Izuna, Uchiha Gin felt very relieved. The pressure accumulated today was swept away. He rubbed his empty stomach and asked into the house,

"Itama brat, what do you want to eat tonight?"

(End of chapter)