Remnant bones

In the pitch-black room, there were only bits and pieces of dim moonlight scattered through the tall lattice windows, shrouding the small black shadow dimly.

The slender bones were clearly a child's small hands, but they could hardly see the fairness and tenderness they should have, they were yellow and thin.

The black cloth bag shook twice, and the only exposed palm was instinctively put away.Immediately, a pair of dark red eyes were lit up in the dark night.

"It's evening..." The dry and hoarse child voice murmured, but it was more like a moan.

Shaking it hard, the black cloth... In fact, it was a white sheet that was stained from not being washed for a long time.The little man who was completely curled up under the sheet before struggled to sit up.

The pupils that have not been completely covered by the night are slack, full of extraordinary fatigue and weakness.Dazedly raised his hand up to the moonlight, a black and purple tooth mark, which was obviously newly added, suddenly woke him up, and a trace of extreme hatred and... a mockery that didn't match his age flashed in his eyes.

"Those idiots don't think it's dirty..." Thanks to him, he deliberately touched the rat feces in the corner a few times, and even a fool could smell the smell.

In fact, he knew, only those hands had ever been carefully cleaned.It's impossible for those idiots who write about nobles to really speak up.But what he wanted to see was the devastated expressions on their faces.It's a pity that I was starved to death...Hmph!

He grabbed the long, frizzy hair that had never been associated with tidiness, and a thick layer of oil stains made him even forget his original hair color.

"Heh..." Looking at the wooden fence covered with thunder charms in front of him, although the gloomy light makes it impossible to see his expression, the ironic contemptuous laughter is enough to draw in people's minds, that touch A sneer sneered at the corners of his lips.

A wooden pallet that has not been washed for an unknown period of time is placed not far from the wooden fence.A glass of clear... water from nowhere, with white dregs of unknown substance floating on it.The only rice ball that can barely fill the stomach, but exudes a strange sour smell, I am afraid that pig food is better than this.

But, he didn't have a choice... didn't he.

After grabbing the rice ball, the villain didn't stuff it into his mouth immediately, but carefully wrapped one with a piece of oil paper he found somewhere to hide it from others.Those idiots, only after they had used him, would kindly reward him with two undead food balls in order to prevent his only useful blood from starving to dryness.I don't know when the next meal will be... In short, be prepared.

After confirming that the hidden rice ball would not be in danger of being eaten by mice, he picked up another one, chewed and ate it slowly.

smell?Just ignore it... If you care about the taste, he would have starved to death five or six years ago!I can't live until now, and my sense of taste is gone, so what's the taste?

Bad stomach?How could it be... As long as he can remember, his staple food has always been rotten rice balls.After eating for so many years, the stomach and intestines have long adapted to it.I'm afraid it will rebel if it eats normal food now!

self-esteem?Does he still have... What is self-esteem compared to living?As long as a person dies, everything is gone!If he can't even save his own life, what's the use of self-respect... If someone can let him out, he will be willing to be a cow or a horse!If self-respect could set him free...how could it be.

After eating a rare meal that he could say was exchanged with blood, there was a sudden burst of shouting and killing from a distance outside.

However, he didn't respond.

After licking the remaining rice grains on his fingers, he picked up the cup and gulped it down.Then she pulled the quilt that had slipped off, nestled back into the corner of the wall, and lay down.

A weak body and a stomach that only temporarily got rid of chronic hunger did not give him extra energy to focus on things that would not have anything to do with him.Instead of having that time to spend brainpower thinking about the other party's intentions, full of anticipation for the "freedom" that is impossible to achieve, in the end, I can only get the gaze of no one except loss.

Long, long ago...he had given up, given up on this fearless struggle.

Born here, raised here, even the name and existence belong to him here.No one else can know, his longing for freedom, let alone someone will come to rescue him... a stunted little boy?Even if you do hard work for others, you may not be able to move a rock as big as your head.

What's more, what if you go out?

Other than here, where could he go... and what could he do... and... he was clearly longing, yet so afraid.In the future, in his eyes, there is only a black hole that is as dark as a black room and has no bottom.

He would rather sleep here alone, in a dreamland where there is no hunger and no idiots... sleep forever.At least at that moment, he was happy, and also, free.

Staring blankly at the old and new tooth marks on the wrist, the eyes that looked like dried blood stains slowly closed.

A drop of pure tears sinks into the thick dust, leaving an inconspicuous little wet mark.Half a minute later, even the wet mark no longer existed, just like the hope that had been ignited in his heart... disappeared without a trace.

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——10 minutes ago, outside the main entrance of the mansion——

"Here..." Gently lifting the black veil on my forehead, I couldn't help frowning as I looked at the luxurious and exquisite mansion in front of me.

The vulgar and golden gilded carved pillars, the gorgeous flower and bird paintings, the eye-catching and inlaid with gold and silver... It should be a lantern, if it is not still lit, I really can't recognize it.However, the gorgeous gold powder "yin" on the lantern paper reminded me that I found the right place.

Putting down the black gauze between her fingers, she was almost dazzled by the jewels.I subconsciously turned on the usually restrained chill all over my body to restrain the strong aura of nouveau riche rushing towards me.Really, the standard of the "earth" emperor is undoubtedly, what kind of grade is this...

"Brother..." Jun Malu twitched his lips with a broken expression, and asked me in disbelief, "Is it really here?" Oh my god...

"..." Chongwu was completely dumbfounded, well, it was scary...

"...Mmm." Although I couldn't bear it, I still made up my mind, turned my face, and answered.It's hard for them...

Although Orochimaru's base is a cellar, the decoration is relatively simple, but it is true that the taste is quite good.After a long time, you will find that there are very few children with uncertain depression caused by living underground for a long time in the East Secret Institute.Even the northern secret place, the main color is not a little different from the eastern secret place, white, but it is still carefully designed by professionals—except for the place where prisoners and experimental subjects are held.

For these two children who basically grew up in the base, this kind of vulgar nouveau riche building is indeed quite lethal!Even me... I can't bear to see it.

How should I put it... I admire the "Yomo Clan"'s speed of running away and moving.Fortunately, Orochimaru has given up collecting data in this area. If he sees such an eye-catching "golden mountain", the intelligence department has not caught anyone for a long time... I think, I am afraid that when I come back, I will find myself Became a commander-in-chief.

"...Can I dismantle it?" Although he was asking me, Jun Ma Lu had a firm tone of "I will not give up if I don't dismantle it".The blue veins on the forehead are those puffy bumps~

"I'll help!" Chonggo, who has always been kind and pure, is probably the first time he wants to "do bad things" so actively.

"..." Look!It has aroused public outrage...With a rare schadenfreude, I shrugged and added a mission request: "Take it apart thoroughly...don't forget the mission." This statement, it seems that the mission is incidental instead.

"Understood!" As soon as the words fell, the two figures by the ears turned into afterimages and rushed out.

In an instant, an attendant who appeared at the moment when they were gearing up, fell to the ground instantly.

Slowly following along, I jumped onto the roof of the main house in the middle, without any intention of doing anything, but from this angle with the best view, I took in all the movements below.At my waist is a specially prepared ninja bag full of kunai. From time to time, I will pull out a few to help those two careless little guys deal with the sneak attackers behind them.

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Maybe it was because of the black clothes, the people who were attracted by the movement below were stunned for a long time and didn't notice my existence at all.

The white bunt kimono, which is completely opposite to mine, fluttered and danced in the crowd, like a blooming white lotus, quiet and silent, but not stained with a trace of blood.

The silver-gray bone blade slashed across the enemy's throat soundlessly, except for a splatter of red lines, it couldn't withstand the excessive ripples in the crowd.This seemingly elegant and harmless move easily took away a ray of remnant soul in the world while flipping his hands.It is like the messenger of death in the world, symbolizing purification and sublimation-"White Lotus Dancer".

On the other hand, unlike Junmalu's light and flexible war dance, Chongwu is more like a wild beast that has lost its restraint.

The black and red curse seal spread outward from the heart.In the blink of an eye, the entire left arm turned into a beast claw with tangled muscles. The dark black nails with metallic luster could easily cut off half of a person's head.

Countless people's limbs were crushed by him, and Zhongwu, who was full of desire to kill, was like a wolf running into a flock of sheep, with a carefree and murderous bloodthirsty smile on his face.One punch is a shallow pit with a radius of nearly two meters. What Shuiyue needs to remember to do is partial alienation. In his current hands, it is just a small mistake after losing control of his strength.

The "Yinmo Clan" known for their sensing ability and escape speed couldn't stop their invasion speed at all.In recent years, relying on the huge CKL obtained by special means, they have long neglected to pay attention to physical skills and hidden weapons.No matter how powerful the ninjutsu is, it is often cut into a human stick by two little killing gods close to it before the seal of the general technique is formed, which is useless.

By the time the real lord appeared, most of the minions had been killed by the two little guys, and the rest were directly plotted against by me and became one of the human sticks.

A sudden and strange explosion forced the two little guys who were caught off guard to a distance of more than ten meters, but they did not suffer any injuries.But on the roof, I couldn't help squinting my eyes.

There is no smoke, no sparks, very similar to Fengdun but without the gathering signs that Fengdun should have.It's as if it exploded from the middle suddenly, but although the sound is loud, its power is far less than that of Fengdun and Huodun, so it is used to scare people.However, if it is properly improved, this instant feature is quite practical.

"Dare to ask the uninvited guest in front of me, what is the reason for killing our people so cruelly? If you don't stop quickly, don't blame the old man for being rude!" A white-haired old man with a beard appeared at my feet with a cane— —The door of the main house.

The "Yinmo Clan" who use "voice"... continue to stand there calmly, under the black veil, with frivolous eyebrows.I'd like to see what new tricks he can play!