Chapter 7 Sharingan Open!

Aizen held the white dress in his hands, humming a song, and walked on the way back to the village.

At this moment, Aizen's heart suddenly cramped.

Aizen couldn't help but his legs softened and he knelt on the ground. After the colic, there was a violent panic.

Cold sweat kept breaking out from his forehead, and Aizen felt something was very wrong, as if he had lost something important.

Aizen tried to relieve his discomfort by breathing heavily, but the feeling became stronger.

"No, something must have happened. What is it? No! Hurry up and go home!" Blue Ran murmured.

After saying that, Aizen quickly stood up, quickened his pace, and ran towards the village.

"Aunt Fina... please don't let anything happen to you!" Aizen muttered in his heart, and his arms holding the skirt became harder.

Just when Aizen was about to reach the entrance of the village, Aizen suddenly saw billowing black smoke and a faint red fire in the center of the village.

"Aunt Fina! Ranche!" Aizen shouted and rushed into the village.

As soon as he entered the village, Aizen saw corpses scattered on the ground.

Seeing these familiar faces, Aizen's heart suddenly tightened. He didn't dare to think too much, but just accelerated his pace and rushed home.

"Don't worry! Don't worry! Don't..." Lan Ran kept thinking in his heart.

When Aizen arrived home, he found that the door had been smashed and the windows had also been smashed.

Aizen's vision suddenly went dark, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away.

"Oh~ turns out there is a kid here~".

Suddenly, a voice came from behind. Immediately afterwards, there was a sound that broke through the air.

In an instant, Aizen's head felt like it was going to explode. He knew that the enemy must be behind him, but his body couldn't move.

"It's too late..." Aizen resigned and closed his eyes.

"Puff!" The sound of a sword entering the body came from behind. Hearing this sound, Aizen opened his eyes instantly. He felt no pain!

Aizen turned around, only to find a man standing in front of him.

"Little..." Before the man could finish his sentence, he collapsed at Lan Ran's feet.

"Uncle Noel!" It was Noel who stood in front of Lan Ran.

At this time, Noel was covered in wounds. In addition to the knife stabbing his chest, there were no less than three fatal wounds.

Lan Ran stared blankly at the scene in front of him, no matter in his previous life or this life, he had never been so close to death.

"It's so unlucky!" The assailant man was dressed like a pirate. He cursed and wanted to pull out the knife stuck in Nuoer's chest, but he couldn't pull it out after a long time of effort.

Aizen's eyes were dull, watching the pirate ravage Noel's body.

"How could this be...Uncle Noel..." Aizen just thought unconsciously.

Seeing that he couldn't pull it out, the pirate had no choice but to give up drawing the sword, walked forward alone, and kicked Aizen into the house.

"Cough, cough..." With this kick, Lan Ran felt as if the ribs in his chest had been broken.

"I really don't understand why this pariah wants to save a child like you, it's so stupid!" The man muttered as he walked slowly into the room.

"Bah! The great Death Cult deacon lost his favorite knife! Kid, get ready to accept the big deacon's punishment!" The man spat, and then showed a strange smile at Lan Ran.

Aizen looked at the man in front of him and at Noel's body not far away. He felt angry. This was the first time he was so angry after he came to this world.

"You really deserve to die..." Lan Ran stared at the man in front of him, and said in a low voice.

The man didn't seem to hear Aizen's words, but even if he did, he just thought that the child in front of him was just cursing him.

After all, Flanders was a big pirate with a bounty of 50, and the person in front of him was just a child whose height barely reached his chest.

Flender didn't continue to do anything, but just walked into the kitchen, leisurely looking for the weapon he wanted.

Aizen walked towards Noel step by step. When he got closer, he discovered that his sailor uniform, which had been washed white, had been chopped into disarray.

He held Noel's hand, and tears kept coming from his eyes.

"Tick tock..." Tears rolled down Aizen's cheeks and dripped onto Noel's clothes.

"Okay, little guy, don't look anymore, it's your turn now, you can go and accompany him right away!" At this time, Flender came out of the kitchen, holding a light fruit knife in his hand .

"Don't worry, it will be quick~" Flanders said with a smile.

Aizen slowly raised his head and looked at Flanders quietly.

The bulging veins on his temples and the right hand holding the knife indicate that his mood is not as calm as it appears on the surface.

Flanders was stunned. The child in front of him seemed to have suddenly become different. As for what was different, he couldn't feel it.

After careful observation, he suddenly discovered that the color of the pupils of the child's eyes had changed.

He remembered that it was clearly blue before, and he initially planned to dig out his eyes and collect them.

But now it has turned into a bewitching red, and there are two tadpole-like black spots rotating around the center of the pupil.

"Bang!" The wooden floor under Aizen's feet was suddenly trampled to pieces, and Aizen's figure instantly flashed in front of Flanders.

Flender hastily raised his hand to block, but he didn't know it was too late.

At this time, in Aizen's eyes, the man in front of him seemed to be in slow motion. No, to be precise, the world in Aizen's eyes seemed to be in slow motion.

Aizen held the black blade backhand with his right hand, and cut off Flanders' right arm with one strike without pausing. Aizen then quickly drew out the knife and cut off his left arm again.

The two arms were cut off in an instant, and Flender collapsed to the ground in pain, crying continuously.

Aizen picked up the fruit knife that fell on the ground, threw it casually, and inserted it into Flanders' third leg.

Now Flender really couldn't get up, and could only lie limp on the ground, his body twitching constantly.

Aizen ignored him, but rushed into other rooms quickly, looking for the figures of Fina and Ranche.

After searching to no avail, Aizen slowly walked up to Flender, squatted down, leaned over and said, "From now on, I'll ask you to answer, okay?"

Flanders didn't seem to hear what Aizen said, and just kept wailing.

A black shadow flashed across Flanders' leg. Aizen raised his knife and cut off a piece of flesh from Flanders' leg.

"Ah! Ah! Brat, you are dead, the captain will kill you, just wait!" Flender looked at Aizen viciously, as if he wanted to eat Aizen.

Lanran turned a deaf ear to it, and just kept peeling off the flesh on his legs.

"Ah~ah! I say! I say!" Flanders saw that the threat was useless, and the flesh on his legs continued to disappear. In just a few seconds, the bones were exposed, and he had no choice but to beg for mercy from Aizen.

Aizen slowly stopped what he was doing and wiped the blood on the black blade with Flanders' clothes.

"Who are you? Where are you from? What are you doing here? Where has the owner of this house gone?" Aizen said coldly.

"My...my name is Flanders. I am a pirate on the Grand Line. I am the vice-captain of the Blood Hand Pirates and the deacon of the Death Cult. I am here to take revenge on the family of Admiral Zefa." Flanders said hesitantly.

When he heard the name Admiral Zefa, Aizen's pupils dilated instantly.

Thinking of the photos he saw in Aunt Fina's room before, he had a bad suspicion in his mind.

"Where is the owner of this house?! Tell me quickly!" Aizen roared.

"If it's true, the owner of this house should be a woman with a child. They were taken to the open space in the center of the village by the captain..." Before Flanders could finish speaking, a black blade instantly flashed across on his neck.

Blood spurted out instantly, spraying on Aizen's face, and Flanders' breath gradually disappeared.

Aizen ignored the blood on his face, pulled out the black blade stuck on the floor, rushed out of the house, and ran towards the open space in the center of the village.