Remnant bones

Although there are no white clouds floating in the sky, there is never a lack of sand clouds all over the sky; although there are no red flowers and green leaves everywhere, the yellow sand here has always been piled higher than the mountains; Sandstorms have always been enthusiastic and uninhibited... In short, why should I squat on the roof to peek at the students in the elementary school opposite in this ghostly place where there is nothing to ask for, and the eyes are full of yellow sand?Looks like I don't have pedophile tendencies...

Habitually brushing away the hair that had slipped from my forehead, I squinted my eyes, tried my best to reduce the stimulation of the strong sunlight on my eyes, and carefully looked for my target person.Let me think about it, I remember that it seems to be written in the information, a girl with yellow hair and a fan on her back, and a boy with black hair and cat ears...I found it!

According to the characteristics described in the data, there are two children with an octagonal image, standing at the southeast corner of the playground.If the information that was "pulled" from that reference room is correct, they should be the biological siblings of "that person" I'm looking for.However, why are they the only ones...

For some unknown reason, a vacuum zone with a diameter of one meter always appeared around the two children.The people around seem to be afraid of something, even if the reason is not on the person concerned, they still transfer the uneasy negative emotions to the similar individuals.

Is it because of being affected by that "Renzhu Power"... because it has a blood relationship with the "monster" in his cognition.

In the depths of the calm, strange-colored pupils, an undetectable hostility rose.Obviously just a moment ago, the dull face that still gave the impression of being lazy, now there is an unspeakable sarcasm.Not an expression, not a word, just a feeling... a heartfelt contempt.

Superficial adults impose their dirty thoughts on children.The "foundation" of generations is like this. In the rumors and gossips, only unsightly residues are left... The more you understand a world, the more you feel lost in your heart.

Life is like a seemingly calm and beautiful swamp.When the gorgeous camouflage is removed, people who fall into the quagmire often think of holding on to the people around them.Under the pretense of being weak and desolate, selfishly wanting the other party to save him, stepping on his companion's corpse to gain a new life, if he can't do it... at least he can drag his back.

In this way, generation after generation... in order to survive, shamelessly calling for help has become an instinct.Along with the continuation of the blood, it has been passed down from generation to generation... making the muddy swamp expand endlessly and infinitely.

Poor children... If I hadn't seen the resentment and fear in their eyes, I might have chosen to sigh a hypocritical sympathy.However, in this world, how many people are there without "sin"? 'There must be something hateful about poor people'... I forgot to see such a sentence there, but I deeply believe it.

The so-called "tragedy" was a collection of "mistakes" from the very beginning.However, "error" itself has a subjective concept of wishful thinking.Who in this world is qualified to judge the right or wrong of a person's life... Or, the self-proclaimed "judge" is the biggest..."mistake".

If "that person" is not here, these two people... have no "value".

Turning around and leaving without the slightest hesitation, I suddenly missed the dead end that I used as a resting place for the past few days, or, I missed that little figure who always appeared on time... At some point, I actually started to feel sentimental.

Feeling a little strange about my distraction, I reached out and rubbed my temples, and put aside some chaotic thoughts in my mind.Prioritize the task, let's solve the "official affairs" first, and then consider the "private affairs"...

Anbu, who had avoided the limelight for three days in the alley and came out to search at night, only a few were left to deal with the incident.After the sense of vigilance gradually dissipated, I blatantly came to the street early this morning, and started my ultimate goal of finding "Renzhuli".

However, things did not go as smoothly as expected.The sensitivity of the people here to "Renzhuli" has reached an extremely morbid level.When someone mentioned that name by chance several times, almost everyone who heard it nearby changed their faces.There is fear, there is disgust, but more... it is a kind of rejection of "heterogeneous" existence.

"People who are not of my race must have a different heart"... If you want to describe it, it is just a literal meaning.

In fact, even anyone with a little brain knows that the truly terrifying aspect of "Renzhuriki" lies in the sealed tailed beast.As for the medium body of the "container", I am afraid that it is innocent to bear the name of this "monster".So what if you just know, there is probably none that can truly treat tailed beasts differently from humans.

They thought they were blood relatives of the "vessel", but they might be different from those superficial fools.After all, in my opinion, the bond of blood is the toughest "chain" next to the bond of soul.But as a matter of fact... I underestimated the bad nature of people.

...Even if there is something in common in the body, the influence of thinking and the environment on people can still form a narrow but bottomless "gap" between people.

If you can't find any useful clues from the siblings who are the closest in seniority and age, now it seems... the only way to start is from Fengying, who is his father!

"It's really troublesome..." I couldn't help complaining, I suspected that I had really found a big problem for myself.As a kage-level master of the ninja village, Kazekage's strength is probably not much worse than that old woman he met two days ago.With my current strength, it's really bad luck for me!

But if you just listen to the news... there shouldn't be a big problem.After analyzing the possibility of completing the task, I chose to give it a try.Judging from the information I got by accident a few days ago, the time for them to attack "Renzhuriki" is only two days away.It is unlikely that Kazekage will take action himself, as long as he is in front of Anbu who is sent there, the difficulty of completing the task will not be too high!As for assassination and concealment, these two aspects are my strengths.

Thinking of this, I am not in a hurry to complete the task.I stopped by the money exchange office in Hidden Sand Village.

If I'm not mistaken, the high-level executives of Sha Yin should have made an underground arrest for the "thief" two days ago.This kind of embarrassing thing about being sneaked into the door of the house and letting people slip away smoothly, I don't believe that they will make the wanted in the open and let the ninjas in the village know their incompetence.In this way, releasing the underground "Dark Flower" is undoubtedly the best choice!

But... Looking at the garbage disposal plant in front of me, I sighed secretly.Those idiots at the money exchange, when will they improve their "taste" a little bit!Do you have to find such a smelly place... There is a freezer where the bounty corpses are stored, so there is no need to rely on anything to cover up the rotten smell of the corpses.

"I really have the self-consciousness of being a 'maggot' that feeds on rotting corpses..." There was a hint of sarcasm in the muttering to myself, I lowered my head and walked in without stopping at the entrance.

Because it's not a task to hand in, I'm not interested in visiting their morgue.I stopped in front of the counter directly opposite after entering the door, and looked at the skinny old man who was obviously dozing off behind the counter, my expression turned cold, and my usual restrained momentum was fully released.People who are used to the dry climate of the desert are startled by the cold air, even if they pretend to be asleep, they can't pretend to be asleep!

"...Excuse me, what can I do for you?" Not to be messed with... The old man who was lazy before changed his look almost instantly, and asked respectfully.

Kondo, who has been a "gatekeeper" for more than [-] years, is not as simple as it seems on the surface. "Knowing people's eyesight" is a must-have ability for people like them.At the beginning, he really didn't take this "sissy" who looked weaker than ordinary people into his eyes.However, now he has to change his mind...

"The latest arrest warrant." It couldn't be more concise, and I don't think there is a need to waste words on this.

The "Dark World" pays more attention to strength than the real society. Here, rights, power, and family background are all worthless.People in the dark world only value strength and money, and only a name based on strength can be as persuasive as it is.I don't have the time to accumulate records, so I can only use this "most direct" method to prove myself!

"Yes, please wait a moment." Replied politely, Kondo retreated to the inner room behind the counter with a standard etiquette that did not match his image.After a while, a stack of two-finger-thick arrest warrants was placed in front of me: "This is the latest mission in the past two months."

Without saying anything, I picked up the stack of papers and read them all in two minutes and 17 seconds at the usual speed of reading research materials and reports.He didn't intend to take all of them away, so he only took out one of them and turned to leave.

"Welcome to come next time." Kondo didn't feel dissatisfied with the only one sentence I said from beginning to end.A person with strength always has something different from ordinary people.If it was too normal, it would be the most abnormal reaction in their eyes.

What's going on in his head, of course I don't know.Even if I knew it, I'm afraid I wouldn't bother to pay attention to it.

The wanted warrant in his hand was issued three days ago by a person with the pseudonym "Fengsha". There were no photos on it, and only simple and clear words were used to describe the characteristics of the wanted person.The requirement of the task is to hunt and kill without limit of life and death, the purpose is to recover the stolen Biye Luoqi.

And the wanted person, needless to say, was me who was mistaken for a samurai.In this way, the identity of the client named "Fengsha" is about to be revealed... There is no one in the hidden village of "Sand" who can have the word "Feng" in their name, except Fengying who is the leader!

The background of the client is quite big!But... the reward amount is 300 million taels?If I remember correctly, Biye Luoqi's black market price is 1000 million taels.After removing the market price of the rewarded item itself, the remaining 300 million taels is equivalent to my "dangerous" level... This time I will say that I killed more than 20 Anbu, and the average amount of an Anbu is 15 taels... Sha Yin Anbe of the village, unexpectedly "cheap"...

I suspect that the top management of Shayin Village has an "economic 'deficit' crisis" from time to time... At the flick of a finger, a small blue flame burned up the arrest warrant.Not afraid of being followed, I walked towards the blind alley where I was temporarily resting at a walking speed.Thinking about taking a nap before going out at night...

Before I could come to a conclusion, a strong CKL burst out not far away, which caught my attention.Compared with normal people's CKL, this CKL exudes a wild beast-like aura!But it seemed to be tied by a chain, with unwillingness, anger, and frantic desire to break free.It's like getting out of the master's control and having your own independent thinking!

……etc!Independent thinking? !The pupils of different colors shrank instantly, I couldn't help frowning, and looked in the direction of the place where CKL erupted.Even a kage-level master would not have such an aura, so it could be..."Renzhuriki."

It's all effortless!There was a sneer that was inevitable in my eyes, and I was about to chase after him when a small red-haired figure with a familiar aura came running from that direction and threw himself into my arms.

"Big brother...what should I do...what should I do...uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu>After a while, I felt a kind of warmth and humidity coming from there.

"Little devil?" The eyebrows that had just been stretched gathered together again, I stroked his head subconsciously, and called out softly: "What's wrong?" Why did he come from there?What's wrong?