Autumn comes quickly, and yesterday was only stained with yellow on the edge. Today, I have inlaid myself deeper. As I step out of this huge and rotten village, several fallen leaves slowly fall behind the huge door.

Walking out of Konoha, Aibushen turned around and looked at the strongest village in the ninja world. He threw his hat on the side of the road leading to Konoha, silently stroked the bandage wrapped around his cheeks, and his cold words spit out from the corner of his cold mouth: "Next stop, Hatsunomi..."

The four people behind him followed the twisted shadows in front of him and walked towards the distance.

Boring and boring. Even the prosperity in the country of Fire cannot drive away the disgust of travel. No longer can I cut off the bandages that were bound by the beheading sword. I looked sideways and looked at the white on the roadside while smiling. My eyes were narrowed even more. The haze under the bandage could not reveal a trace of so-called "human" feelings...

"Tick...Tick...Tick..." The rain fell from the accumulated clouds at some point, sprinkled on the group of five people who had been on the road for several days. Zaibuzhan silently took out the hat from the scroll, hugged the thin white in his arms, and then covered the brim of the hat to block the raindrops that were attacking the girl.

I slowly stretched out my empty left hand and felt the coldness falling in the air. Is the first rain in autumn? It was a bit cold...

The scattered raindrops became thinner, giving the vision in front of you a layer of hazy layer. From a distance, you can already see the tiny village shadows in this blur. If you don’t cut off your white arm, you will tighten it, as if you can feel the body in your arms, and you can feel a little at ease.

Bai looked up slightly and looked at Zaibuzhan who was hugging him. He saw those light yellow eyes staring at the village in the mist and rain. Bai stretched out his arms and gently wrapped his waist, which was not thick. The feeling of being slightly wet on the back of his waist made Baibuzhan gently wipe it. His tender fingers gently slid over and brought a trace of itch to Zaibuzhan.

After not killing, he came back to his senses, withdrew his gaze from a distance, lowered his head and supported his white hair, and continued to walk forward. The rain washed the old tree and gradually dug out the roots of the tree that were no longer young. He thought that he could get rid of the fate of abortion in the decay by leaving the decay, but he would not have thought that the "companions" who had once taken root in the underground would solve the self who could no longer be invisible in the darkness?

The corners of the mouth under the bandage were slightly raised, and a faint smile arose.

When I walked into the village, there were still many villagers busy in the rain, picking up their stalls or greeting their families. The ordinary atmosphere did not belong to them after all...

Standing in front of a hotel, Zabuzhan took out a wallet and threw it to Shui Naikui who was following him and Bai. He put his hat on Shui Naikui's head and said lightly to Shui Naikui: "Take care for several little kids, I'll go out..."

After saying that, Zaibuzhan's figure disappeared step by step into the rain. Shui Naikui turned the umbrella in his hand, and the clear water droplets were sprinkled and left a few ripples in the shallow water. His ice-blue eyes looked at the back that disappeared in the rain, and a trace of loss flashed slightly. He concealed the wallet that he had thrown away before, and slowly walked into the hotel in front of him...

Without explanation, they understood each other that when they didn't cut off, Shuinaikui would play the role of a teacher and lead the group of little ghosts who had not yet fully grown up. They walked to the counter to book a room for five people, looked back at the rain marks that were cut outside the hotel door, and stared in a daze for a long time...

Continuous raindrops and hazy sky, the sky just afternoon felt like it was about to set, although the world in the rain could not see the hypocritical sun.

The old post station stopped decadently at the edge of the village entrance. The deep colors were only a lonely lamp in the depths that showed the existence of human traces. The figure that could no longer be cut in the rain gradually became clear and appeared outside the post station. The flowing water traces passed through the body of Nobuzhang and hit directly in the shallow water under your feet, embellishing circles of ripples.

The beheading sword silently escaped from the bandage, drew a black arc in the rain curtain, and steadily resisted the shoulders that were not cut. The moment before, it seemed that the body of nothingness gradually solidified, and the anxious raindrops washed the dark back of the beheading sword, gathering into a slow stream and slowly sliding down the blade...

The skull boots that were stained with rain were stepped into the dark station. The remaining rain slowly dripped down along the beheading sword and the hair protection bun. An old voice came from the deep station: "Oh, there are still people coming to the old man on rainy days..."

A smile was made slightly under the bandage, and the pale yellow pupils reflected a slight radiance. The dull old house sounded a slight sound of "Qi Cha Qi Cha", and the slightly hidden door slowly opened, leaking out the path leading to the depths of the station.

Aibu Wushen closed his eyes and felt the stable breath inside the station. He slowly stepped off his shoulders, pointed to the extended path, and rushed to the depths of the station. The old man who blocked himself tightly in the station exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the old voice echoed throughout the dark station: "Danzang still didn't give up? Haha, which batch is this, four or five? But it doesn't matter..."

A cold light flashed through the old pupils covered by sunglasses under his hood, raised his left hand hidden in his sleeve, and shouted: "Secret technique? Send bad insects? Void!!!!"

The door of the room trembled along the floor of the path, and countless black bugs instantly bit the wooden house and rushed towards the invader who had just rushed into the house. The black torrent instantly annihilate the tiny figure, perhaps even the screaming marks were buried by the crawling sound of the continuous insects.

The old man at the post station suddenly became nervous again when he had just let go of his hand for a second, and he felt the same chakra fluctuations coming from dozens of directions. The old man reached out and stroked the slightly tilted frame, made seals with his hands, and completed the dozen marks in a few breaths. A light shout came from the corner of his mouth covered by his collar: "Secret technique? Zhuangyu!!!!"

The densely rolling black bugs in the alley turned into dozens of insect streams swept towards the various places where the chakra fluctuations came. The sound of the worms crawling surging throughout the station, making the scalp numb. In the dark shadow, the dark beheading swords were waving continuously, and countless insects continued to rise, with the remaining bodies of the tragic dead companions surrounding the waving figures. After the sound of the worm biting, a ball of water stopped at the place where the chakra fluctuations had appeared.

Such a scene was staged in dozens of corners of the dark post station. With the ups and downs of the last insect tide, the last chakra fluctuation was annihilated in the biting of the insect...

Old Man Yuru took a few breaths of heavy breaths, and continued to distribute the worms that could feel the chakra. Although the battle just now did not consume much chakra through deworming, the battles in dozens cost the old man a lot of energy.

Suddenly the old man was excited and looked around with vigilance. A slight chakra fluctuation slowly covered the entire station. A hoarse and cold voice came from all directions in a hurry: "Mist Ninja Technique..." The white fog absorbed the wetness in the rain, and filled the originally empty station in a few breaths, emitting a hint of coolness.

Old man Youru suddenly lowered his body, leaned down with his hands, and shouted: "Secret technique? Insect wall technique!!!!" The dense insects stood up instantly and looked at the numb insect wall. Countless insect feet were piled up together. Occasionally, a few insects that were not clamped down by their compatriots, and the sticky juice disappeared into the sea of ​​insects with inexplicable internal organs.

A cold and sarcastic voice sounded in the dark: "Senior Youru Zhiqian, haha, how long will it take to struggle to get rid of the roots of the giant tree?"

An old sound came from the huge insect wall:

"Haha, people tend to get bored when they get old, even if they struggle for one more second, just like these young children..."

"Hmph" Zabuzhen smiled disdainfully: "As a 'tool' called ninja, boredom means death. Once it sinks deep into the darkness, the sticky blood will stick you tightly, just like a cicada stuck by gluten. No matter how shaking, flying, and crying, you can't get rid of the rules of death."

Taking advantage of the traces of speaking, the insect walls hidden in the dark, which were hidden in the dark, were observing the worm walls like hills in front of me, and trying to capture the trajectory of Yu Ru Zhiqian, but the sound of the insects crawling constantly shattered the source of the source, and even the sound of the heart beating was buried by the crawling sound of "Qi Cha Qi Cha".

Zaibuzhan, who was hiding in the dark, frowned. He could not use large-scale ninjutsu in the towns of the Kingdom of Fire. Old Man Zhiqian, who regarded the entire post as his own worm nest, was difficult to deal with in this situation. Perhaps the age of his age made him slip out of at least one combat level, and he did not have to be able to deal with the entire worm nest.

An old answer came from the sea of ​​insects: "The scattered insects are not the kind of cicadas who only know how to sing..." Liu Zhiqian, hidden in the insect wall, answered while constantly thinking. Although he relied on insects to fight, the insects that captured chakra and smell could not find the target to attack him. He relied on his eyes, haha, don't joke in this white fog. After all, there are too few people who are proficient in silent assassination techniques...

The vast white mist, the scattered worms crawling in the house, and countless compound eyes hidden in the dark form two battlefields. The vague chakra in the white mist makes it difficult for the scattered worms to eat, and the oil hidden in the insect wall makes it impossible to start without killing. The two fields, silent assassination, and the endless tide of insects collided in this small post station...
Chapter completed!