Remnant bones

In the dark room, the dream of the little guy with red pupils did not last long.

The series of explosions and screams that followed were different from the small fights in the past, and the rapidly expanding battlefield had already spread to the vicinity of this room.

Rubbing his eyes in a daze, he raised his head, and without stepping on his feet, he could see the sky reddened by the fire through the tall lattice window.

what is going on?No matter how calm he is, he's still just a kid who's never set foot outside the house.Seeing such a scene for the first time made him panic.

All along the experience, he never dared to expect that the other party came to save him.However, out of consideration for his own survival, he is very afraid... of the "Yinmo Clan", he is the only one left.

lonely?Of course not... He spent almost his whole life in this room by himself, and he didn't know the word loneliness for a long time.What does it feel like.His life was so empty, day after day.

What he is afraid of is that no one will remember...here, a "foreign species" of the "Yinmo clan" is imprisoned.

No one will send the sewage and rotten rice balls, which means that he can only die here... He doesn't want it!He would rather those idiots play with his body at will, or die here alone!In order to survive, he gave everything and lost everything. The only thing he had was "survive", which was like a self-hypnotic life goal.

Fear of death and despair of life from the bottom of his heart made his body colder and colder...

Tightly buttoning the only shabby bed sheet that belonged to him, the small figure curled himself into a ball, hugged his legs, and trembled silently in the corner.

His lips had already been subconsciously bitten bloodshot, and the strong desire to survive in his eyes was as real as it was, making those originally dark eyes bright and frightening.

The hoarse and childish voice repeated a sentence over and over again, like a comforting whisper, but more like a curse: "I won't die, no, I don't want...don't die in this kind of place...I want to live, Alive...No matter what, I want to live...live to see the outside world...live, have everything..."

"... Pat!" Suddenly, the sound of footsteps from far to near scared him into silence.He instinctively grabbed his hair and tried his best to hide himself in the corner, trying to prevent the other party from finding him.

Why... why would anyone know about this? !Isn't it usually only the patriarch who comes here?What are they up to?To kill him...or...to use him until death?

If he can survive, he will never resent and refuse the other party's use.But the greed and contempt he has seen in the eyes of his tribe for a long time has reduced his trust in the tribe to the lowest level.If possible, he would rather be used by a stranger!Instead of being sucked dry of my blood by those so-called "relatives" who have a blood relationship with me, in order to pursue the strength and benefits beyond the shadow-level powerhouse...

"Hahahaha... I found you!!!" A crooked, withered human figure suddenly flew onto the wooden fence.The touched Thunderbolt Talisman flickered with blue and white electric sparks, leaving small scorched black holes on the originally gorgeous clothes.

However, the third elder, who always paid the most attention to appearance, opened the cell door frantically as if he didn't notice, and dragged out the little figure in the corner.The moment he looked at him, the wrinkled old face was twisted and hideous!

"It hurts, it hurts..." The sensitive scalp was grabbed by someone.He wanted to struggle, but his strength was too weak. Even if the other party was a bad old man, the strength that exploded under the madness was terrifyingly great.

On weekdays, the Third Elder, who considered himself superior to others, would never touch this dirty and humble "alien" in his eyes with his bare hands.But at this moment, he couldn't care less!

The extremely powerful invaders easily destroyed everything that their clan had worked hard for nearly ten years!He wants revenge, revenge on those arrogant and lowly savages!As long as there is "him"... no one is his opponent!This patriarch can only be done by him!

"I am... I should be the patriarch of this 'Yinmo Clan'! That old man, let him go to hell!!!" The hoarse and inflected laughter echoed in the room.

The bright red eyes are the inextricable hatred and contempt, however, he is powerless to get rid of the other party's actions.Why...why don't you die together!

"Give it to me! Give me blood...give me strength!!!" The protruding eyes of the third elder and the haggard face so close at hand made him close his eyes subconsciously.But there was only a loud bang, and the head loosened, and the whole person fell back to the ground.

what happened……?Carefully opening his eyes, what he saw was the body of the third elder, who was completely twisted into a knuckle and sunk deep into the stone wall.

A big hole was blown out of the wall on the left, and a tall and strong boy stood there with the fire behind his back.

The crimson, monstrously strong left arm was the "culprit" who slapped that crazy old man to death.And its owner stood there, took a deep breath, and calmed down his heavy breathing.Gradually the alienated arm shrank back to its normal size, and after the strange black and red imprint receded, it returned to the same appearance as an ordinary person, and the previous terrifying image could not be seen at all.

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"Huh...huh...I'm exhausted..." Resisting the desire to sit down and rest, Chongwu remembered what Brother Huiye once said, when he was extremely exhausted and suddenly relaxed, it took a while and a half It was hard to stand up again for a while.The current situation is obviously not suitable for rest.

Slowly he breathed a sigh of relief. He, who was originally in excellent physical condition, soon recovered.

In the previous battles, due to the huge difference in strength and attack methods, the enemy was not strong for him, let alone the Kaguya brothers who were much stronger than him.However, the "Yinmo Clan" is a clan after all, and the number of people is quite considerable.Orochimaru-sama's order is to keep any blood that should not be kept.Just counting the number of people and making sure no one was missed was enough for him.The clan leader and elite who were difficult to deal with were assigned to Big Brother Hui Ye. After all, he was responsible for catching the characters who ran away, but he was the one with the least work.

However, the field is almost cleared, but they still haven't found where the mission target is!It's... um! ?Why is there another one here?

Grabbing the collar, he easily lifted the little one who was about to run away.

so light!Frowning subconsciously, Chongwu asked a little strangely: "Are you also a member of the 'Yinmo Clan'?" He remembered that those children were all gathered in the cellar in the backyard?There is actually one missing here... malnourished.

"I'm not!" The scarlet eyes were wide open, and the little boy had an extraordinary hatred for the word "Yinmo": "I'm not with those idiots!" He wished that they would all die!Not one left!

"Red eyes... without Gouyu? Then it's not Sharingan..." Chongwu was very impressed by those eyes.After reflexively recalling what he had learned, he suddenly remembered that the target of this mission was also Hong Tong: "Yinmo... Yinmo Xianglin?" It seems to be the name.

"...How do you know this name!?" Can't help trembling all over, this is the first time Xiang Lin heard someone call his name instead of "Hi".

"I found you!" Unable to show a kind smile, Chongwu put him down and stretched out his hand: "I am Chonggo, and I came to find you specially under the order of Master Orochimaru. Come with us!"

"Come to find...me?" He was stunned in disbelief, Xiang Lin didn't know how to react, but followed his movements blankly and let him lead him out.

Looking for him... came here specifically to find him?There are people who know his existence and come to save him?

Unprecedented ecstasy, shock, worry, uneasiness, anticipation, longing... and other complex emotions hit his nerves, making him unable to recover for a long time.Just like that, I let Chongwu lead me, and unknowingly came to the front of the mansion - the main battlefield of all the riots tonight, and now, it is the cemetery of the Yinmo clan.

Seeing the two familiar figures, Chongwu quickened his pace, and dragged Xianglin over: "Brother Huiye, Junmaro~ I found Xianglin!"

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The unique sound escape of the "Yinmo Clan" is not as powerful as imagined.

Because most of them belong to large-scale indiscriminate attacks, they are not applicable to the current situation where there are few wars.In addition, the battles between ninjas are mostly in the blink of an eye, silently.The voice of Yindun is too loud. Apart from the unpredictability of the attack, there are not many advantages to be gained, and it is even more difficult to keep up with the needs of today's society.In this way, it is no wonder that they will slowly decline.

However, it seems that we can try to improve it in Mingdun, as a reference for other ninjutsu... Let's pack it back and make a souvenir for Orochimaru.Kicking away the dead bodies at my feet, I walked straight through the main house, and through the snake pupil of my right eye, I found the basement with the densest heat source nearby.

Standing in front of a common hanging sign that says "forbearance", I couldn't help but sigh with emotion.The old men in any world are so boring, the entrance to the safe and the secret room are all the same.The only difference is that one uses high-tech anti-theft warning equipment, and the other sets illusion and ninjutsu there-in essence, there is no difference!

Moreover, they are all decorations.

Closing my left eye with normal vision, relying solely on my ability to respond to the outside world, I ignored the phantom without hesitation and walked down the stairs.It was not until there was a heavy iron door in front of him that he slowly opened his eyes.

This, it seems, is useless... The Kunai that was used as a weapon earlier was thrown aside.I pulled out the Ghost Slayer, which I hadn't touched before, and sliced ​​the gate with a slash of a knife with one hand.

"Ahhh..." Following the loud "bang" sound of the iron gate collapsing, what came into my ears was a burst of crying and shouting.

She raised her brows in disgust, looking at the large group of tearful little Maotou, who hugged each other tightly.The pitiful begging eyes couldn't make me feel any pity that I couldn't help but feel when I saw Shiro and Gaara.I hate children, especially these little ancestors who are spoiled by their parents and don't know the sufferings of the world... Even if I let them go, it will be difficult for them to survive without the protection of their parents.

I have never been a kind person, and I never thought of giving up the mission of Orochimaru just because of them.

He raised the big knife without any hesitation, and a faint halo of icy blue shrouded the blade. In the basement where there was no light at all, the dark fire was ignited by the guidance of the underworld.

"The lost 'lamb'..." Under the hazy black veil, the icy sight of intertwined gold and silver made the group of little ancestors all terrified.I could only stare at me stupidly, and even forgot to cry: "Go to hell and repay the 'debt' owed by your parents..."

There was a moment of dead silence, and at this moment, there was only one "betrayer" who abandoned his surname in the "Yinmo Clan".