My wife was packing the dishes and her son fiddled with the building blocks on the bed. Ah Dai sat on the dining chair with satisfaction, picking her teeth, occasionally taking a sip of strong tea from her home, feeling the satisfaction of this life. The spring rain was quite heavy, and the crops in the fields seemed to have a good harvest this year. Well, I don’t know what that boy Ah Cheng brought back.

"Squeak" sound of the door opening came from behind. Ah Dai touched the back of his head and thought: "Who will come to my house?"

A coldness came from his throat, and pain came from his neck. Ah Dai instinctively wanted to shout, but a not-so-large but particularly powerful palm blocked his mouth. Red liquid sprayed out and fell on the dining table randomly, as if a bright dining cloth was laid for it.

Ah Hua, who was washing the tableware, turned her head when she heard the sound, and a rotating physics shot straight into her forehead. The sound of the tableware collapsed covered the sound of the shuriken being nailed into the bones. She could not kill her left hand that was throwing the shuriken and pulled out the Kuwai who pierced the farmer's neck in front of her.

Step by step towards the child who was already scared on the bed. With a soft sound, Kyuubu easily penetrated into the boy's skull that had not become hard enough. He then wiped the blood on his hands on the child's body, walked to the village woman, pulled out the shuriken inserted into her eyes, and then she washed the basin of the tableware and rinsed the blood on the ninja utensils, walked out of the house. The ghost behind her slowly stretched, covering the three corpses, biting the remaining soul...

Zai Buzhan slowly walked to the door of the largest house in the village, knocked on the door, and a voice that was untiring came from the door: "Who?"

Zaibushou suppressed his voice and said, "I..." A fat old man pushed open the door. Before he could even get surprised, a kunai penetrated his brain from his eyes. He didn't cut his hand and grabbed his collar so that he would not fall down. He walked into his house.

A young man poked his head out of the room and asked, "Dad, who is here?" The response was a kuna with blood beads. He nailed his head to the wall, and let his fat body go away without slashing, allowing him to make a "thump" sound. He walked forward a few steps, pulled out the kuna nailed to the wall, threw the body that had been nailed to the head by himself on his father's body, and walked towards the last room in the room with breathing.

Zaibuzhan walked to the door of the room, gently twisted the handle of the door, but did not twist it, and it seemed that it had been locked. Zaibuzhan couldn't help but frowned slightly. His actions should not be exposed. There was no 110 phone call in this world. Zaibuzhan kicked it backwards, and Zaibuzhan rushed into the room. Zaibuzhan was only a girl lying on the bed to read a book. Zaibuzhan was in her surprised eyes and stabbed Kowu into the back of her head. Zaibuzhan pulled Kowu out, wiped Kowu on her white pajamas, leaving a few beautiful bright reds, got up and left, letting the "turbid" bite the beautiful body, absorbing the soul that had not yet dissipated. I don't know how many "foods" there are to be drawn on the list...

The warm village was gradually rendered with blood. In the houses with smoke from the cooking stove were falling corpses, corpses that no soul existed. The shadows under them were also swallowed by evil spirits. The last villager in the village fell in a pool of blood, and the bloody fragrance gradually spread over the small village. Without slashing, he waved the beheading sword and threw off the blood stained on the surface of the beheading sword. Haha, the last "food" was also killed.

The sleeping "turbidity" has woken up, and the black ghost shadow is wrapped around the wound that cannot be cut. The condensed blood shackles gradually fall off, revealing the white and tender skin. The white and tender body gradually returns to its color under the entanglement of the ghost shadow, becoming as strong as before.

If you don’t slash and push open the door, leaning against the door of the farmer’s house, which has just been tortured by you, feeling the slow healing of the wound in your body. The left chest of the ninja knife has begun to itch slightly. Unlock the straw coat, and you can see the chest of the ninja knife being wrapped with tiny ghost touches. Slightly black smoke slowly emerges. As the ninja knife retreats out of the body, I can’t help but feel the ninja knife retreating out of the body. I can’t help but feel the inside of my heart. The fatal wound is finally about to heal.

If you don't cut off a beheading knife, you will stand by the wall, playing with the kuna in your hand. Although the blood stains on it have been wiped clean, the bloody smell that seeps into the metal cannot be wiped clean. Gently put the kuna on the tip of your nose, sniffing the fishy sweetness on it, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of your mouth. For some reason, I remembered the joke that I made with Jing Tomb Qixin: "Little kid, do you know? There are two types of successful ninjas, one is the kind of madman, and the other is the tall, charming, decadent handsome guy who is tired of me."

I remember when I first killed someone, the Zhongnin fell in a pool of blood. When I returned to the tree, I felt a distorted satisfaction, just like the feeling when I was slaughtering those low-minded people. At some point, I had lost the initial satisfaction, as if I was a game. It was very interesting when I first started playing, but I lost the initial happiness over time. I would shake my head and clear out the unrealistic thoughts in my mind. Even if I was tired of everything, I would continue to kill. Otherwise, the tired self would be killed by someone I had never been tired of.

As he thought about it, an irrepressible irritation arose in his heart. Zabuzhan threw away the kunai who was playing with in his hand. Kunai fell and collided with the stone steps. Zabuzhan reached out and grabbed the ninja knife that pierced his left chest, gritted his teeth, pulled it down with a "scream", and the blood splashed out, and the pain penetrated his chest made him completely awake. The blood did not gush out much, and the wound was soon blocked by countless small black ghost hands.

Zabuzhan looked at his chest, countless tiny ghost hands stitched the torn body bit by bit, and the cold chakra stimulated the rebirth of the body. Haha, I don’t know if I still belong to the category of “human”. Maybe I have already become a monster like Orochimaru and Kagu, but I still maintain a skin like a human.

Zabuzhan felt his body gradually reaching its peak. Although chakra did not reply much, his body was almost well. It is not difficult for me to return to the Land of Water now, or it is very simple.

Zai Buzhan carried the beheading sword standing by the wall and walked towards his new-coming cabin. After resting for a night, he would leave tomorrow. Although he didn't know how to face the girl whose brother was killed by him, he never thought about leaving. Back to the cabin, he looked at the girl who was lying on the table. Zai Buzhan hesitated for a moment, but he still didn't make up his mind to kill her, gently carried her to the not-so-large bed, and slowly pulled her on the quilt. Zai Buzhan couldn't help but raise the beheading sword and put it down again, but he still couldn't kill her.

"Huh-------" Zabuzhan sighed, found a corner, sat down cross-legged, and began to restore his chakra. The night gradually became deeper. Except for the few cry of night birds outside the window, there was no sound, but the lights that should have been extinguished long ago, in this small village without even a name, every household was on, lit...

The oil lamps on the table still emitted a faint light, but the two candles on the kitchen counter had turned into two pools of wax mud, and only the light of the oil lamps was left in the room. If you don’t cut open your eyes, twist your stiff neck, stand up, feel the chakra that has recovered from 30% in your body, smiled slightly, walked a few steps, and started to take the activity and rest for a night.

The slightly darkened room was quiet, with only the slight sound of the floor being squeezed and the slightly rapid breathing of Zaibuzhan. The muscles were tightened regularly. The wound healed yesterday was slightly sour. Zaibuzhan finished the last push-ups in the plan, stood up, took off a bandage that had not been thrown away on his body, and wiped the sweat on his forehead.

Sitting on a simple wooden chair, Zai Buzhan held his chin and looked at the little girl who was sleeping in a daze until the first ray of sunlight shot out of the window. Zai Buzhan stood up, opened the storage scroll, took out a small stack of banknotes, a few military ration balls, placed it on the table, putting himself in a black coat, thinking about it, then threw a kunai, opened the door, and walked out of the village...

The sun shattered the last trace of darkness in the morning and reflected into the bloody house at the latest. The corpse without shadow turned into wisps of powder and dissipated in the sun. Only the blood stains that were occasionally immersed in wooden boards or walls remained. The empty clothes fell on the ground looked particularly strange...

In a small wooden house, a little girl rubbed her eyes, got up, looked at the empty house, pouted her mouth, and murmured: "That big brother has left, I don't know why my brother hasn't come back yet..."

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