Konoha: Resurrected by Orochimaru at the start

As time went on, on the other side, looking up, the sky was getting darker, and Shi's expression changed from initial annoyance to complete despair.

He was very hungry, but there was someone next to him who kept rambling on and on, even taking out a bunch of plants that looked like they were edible and earnestly urging him to try them.

Of course, if it were just that, it wouldn't be a big deal, but the problem is that, in order to demonstrate, after eating these unidentified plants, this person's face turned blue and purple, and he didn't even dare to open his mouth to say a complete sentence.

Thinking of this, Shi's face fell. He couldn't run away, and he couldn't fight back. He didn't understand why he had to suffer this torment here.

"Uh, well, I've found something else that's still edible and should be swallowable. Do you want to try it?" Hashirama's tone sounded noticeably lacking in confidence.

Shi didn't want to pay attention to him, but suddenly stopped in front of a house and said to Hashirama, "If you don't want to sleep on the streets tonight, please open the door for me."

"Huh? You didn't bring your keys?" Hashirama asked, though his hand was already on the door, and he pushed it open without much effort.

The moment the door opened, a figure suddenly darted out, stumbling and running away into the distance, disappearing from sight in no time.

Hashirama's expression froze: "...Isn't this your home?"

Shi Xu looked up and said, "It is now."

Even after entering the house, Hashirama was still thinking about it, his face showing visible guilt. Although they had a place to stay, if he put himself in the other person's shoes, that person would have to sleep on the streets if they left the house. Due to special circumstances, he couldn't keep that person there.

Hashirama: "Where did you live before?"

Shi: "Yeah, I know what you want to ask, anyway, I don't live here."

The room wasn't big, roughly the size of a bedroom. Inside, there was only a simple bed, a cabinet missing its handle, and some odds and ends, such as sharp branches and sticks about half a person's height. Clothes were scattered on the bed, and under the bed, which was covered in rags, was a jar that looked like it contained kimchi.

Hashirama surveyed his surroundings. Since there was no space under the bed, he subconsciously bent down to look below. When his gaze fell on the jar, his eyes lit up, and he was about to make a move.

Shi suddenly spoke up, "If I were you, I wouldn't choose to do that."

Hashirama asked in confusion, "Weren't you hungry? There's a jar down there; there's probably food inside."

Do you remember what I said before?

"Forehead……"

Seeing Hashirama like this, Shi thought for a moment and realized he shouldn't meddle. He gestured for him to leave and then turned over to rest on the bed.

Hashirama frowned and looked under the bed again. This time, however, he was more careful. After observing carefully, he suddenly noticed that there were dark red marks on the surface of the jar. Because it was hidden in the darkness, these marks looked like the jar's own patterns if you didn't look closely.

"..."

Hashirama glanced at the floor beneath the bed, then looked up at Shi lying on it. A profound sense of absurdity washed over him, and he murmured, "What kind of place is this?"

Shi ignored it, after all, he had already answered the question, and Hashirama's words were clearly not directed at him, but rather more like a soliloquy.

There was only one bed. Instead of eating, Hashirama found a relatively clean corner, spread a few rags on the ground, and rested against the wall.

After a while, Hashirama suddenly asked, "Do you know what that thing looks like?"

Faced with these seemingly nonsensical words, Shiki turned over to face Hashirama: "I don't know, you don't seem to be in a good mood?"

"No...it's nothing." Hashirama had heard of such things before, but when it actually happened in front of him, it was like being suddenly hit in the head. He didn't even know who the 'enemy' was after being hit.

Just then, both of their stomachs suddenly started growling, and they looked at each other in disbelief.

Shi raised an eyebrow: "Didn't you already eat something?"

Thinking of the things he had been looking for, Hashirama looked away and said, "Cough, I didn't swallow it. Um—I'm going out for a bit." He then got up and started to walk out.

Seeing this, Shi pursed his lips and turned his back: "No need, this is fine. I don't like eating other people's leftovers either."

Hashirama paused, looking at the door he had opened halfway. He hesitated, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

Leaning against the corner of the wall again, Hashirama sat on the ground, somewhat dazed. Yes, this was fake, but—as Shi had said not long ago, illusions were based on reality…

After an unknown amount of time, Shi, who was lying in bed, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. Strangely, there was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes, as if he had never fallen asleep at all.

Sensing the movement, Hashirama opened his eyes and subconsciously frowned: "What's wrong?"

Shi didn't explain further: "Let's go!"

Once outside, Shi glanced around and then ran directly to the right of the gate. Although he didn't know what was going on, Hashirama didn't ask any questions but followed him, saying, "Where are you going? I'll take you."

Shi Wei nodded slightly: "Run straight in this direction, and go around any obstacles from above."

"Is something chasing you?" Hashirama asked, lifting the food with his hand and slinging it over his back.

"I guess so, just hold out until daytime." Shi grabbed Hashirama's shoulder, his tone unhurried, as if he was already used to it and had no awareness that he was being chased.

Surprisingly, although he was on someone's back, he didn't feel much jolt; all he heard was the sound of the wind whistling past his ears.

As they crossed a broken wall, Hashirama's voice carried on the wind: "You're really not Uchiha Genji?"

Shi frowned: "No, that guy is a madman."

Hashirama: "A madman?"

"Can we stop and talk? Perhaps there's a misunderstanding between you." After all, this illusion was most likely created by Uchiha Gen. Hashirama could only find out from him if he wanted to clarify the situation. Since the food wasn't Uchiha Gen, it meant that the food was fake. It's highly unlikely that the caster wanted to kill the characters in his own illusion. Even if something was wrong, he had the ability to stop it from happening.

"There's no misunderstanding. Of course, you can stay and stop him. I'll go first." With that, he used his hand to push off Hashirama's back and jumped off, intending to continue running away.

However, after running only a few steps, Shi suddenly stopped, lowered his head, turned around and walked back, looking somewhat dejected: "It's too late."