The yellow kimono wiped the fishy whiteness on the blade with a little disgust. The unwarranted ghost eyes looked at the two little ghosts who were already scared and unable to make a sound with interest. Haha, the sarcastic smile was bitterly hung on the corners of the mouth under the bandage. Such a cowardly little ghost actually appeared in the blood mist that had killed in the name of childhood. Humph, has the education method improved?

Zai Buzhan looked at the two little ghosts sitting on the ground. The wetness on the ground showed that he had been curled up incontinence. Haha, even if he was so scared that he cried, he couldn't even make a dry howl?

Absoudou turned around slowly, and the figure gradually dissipated in the darkness, and a trace of hope fell into the hearts of the two children, "Swish---"

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Huatian Tunmu rubbed his wrinkled forehead and looked at the report on the table. Although he had already abdicated as the patriarch for many years, he had just grasped power, and it would not be so easy to let go.

Thinking of his obedient son, Tunmu frowned slightly. After all, he is old. Although his strength still intimidates the family, can his family still control the family after he dies?

"Chi———" A cool feeling came from the back of his waist. The old man who had experienced two stern battles suddenly woke up. A slightly hoarse mockery sounded faintly from his ears: "Have you fallen to this point? Flower fields...Tunmu..."

Tunmu wanted to pull out the ninja knife he had hidden in his crutch, but the Kuwu who was inserted into his waist was twisted violently, and his bones and muscles made a harsh "squeak~" sound. He wanted to roar in pain, but his jaw was lifted up hard and he could not make a sound.

The twisted nature was revealed in the light yellow ghost eyes. The wrist gently twisted the Kuwu who was inserted into Tunmu's waist, spreading the wound of the broken kidney, and slowly exhaling contemptuous words: "You are not as good as a child at that time, Hum, even the ungraded Shinin will put his ninja tools in the place where he can be pulled out. Tunmu, how do you want to pull out the ninja knife in this crutch? Hum..."

The bitterness was constantly twisting with a trace of emotion, and the blood was stained all over the floor along the Taishi Chair. Tunmu could only make a "whip" sound, and his old and turbid eyes gradually faded with the slowly lost blood.

Without slashing, I easily opened the palm that held Tunmu's chin, and let the soft body fall on the table covered with scrolls. I didn't pull out the kuna that stretched into Tunmu's body. I gently wiped the blood between my fingers on the unique yellow kimono of the Huatian family. A trace of darkness fell on the corners of my eyes. The old man who once dared not even look down on me was so easy to die, it was rotten, the fog ninja village...

Gently erect the left hand mark, a faint mist surged in the room with the smell of blood. The mist gradually cleaned the blood stained on the body, and the ghost gradually dissipated in the mist. In another place, the enchanting blood flowers will bloom again...

The Mizukong Guard, once only under the existence of the Seven Ninjas of the Mizukong Sword, died in name only when he was empty in the Mizukong position for many years. The once elite ninjas were constantly absorbed by various factions. The Mizukong Guard, standing on the side of the Elders, and the remaining Mizukong Sea Group, resided in the Mizukong Sect's garrison, which was once a manifestation of the strength of the Mizukong Sect, was also a demonstration against other factions.

The slightly luxurious collective house is located in the back house where you stay at the yard with lush flower decorations. The Fog Ninja, who once worked hard to improve their strength, has learned to enjoy life for many years. Although they enjoy being innocent, for ninjas, slackness is the greatest sin, because this sin can only be relieved by death.

The faint black mist was like a moon-eating black dog covering the bright moon surface. A layer of shallow mist reflected the original picture, but who would care about that falsehood?

Shekou Port was looking at the magazine in his hand leisurely. Somehow, it suddenly became dark outside the window. Shekou couldn't help looking out the window. The whole window was dark, as if the night was pitch black, and even the stars did not exist.

The idle life has not completely wiped out the consciousness of Shekou Port. I grabbed my ninja knife, kicked the window and turned over and jumped out the window. But the moment when the figure flashed out of the window, a strange feeling flashed through my mind. Until the darkness submerged the last consciousness, I barely remembered why the broken window did not make a sound...

The blood was soaking the first dry ground, and the slightly hideous ghost shadow slowly floated up from the darkness. The pale yellow ghost eyes without any emotion in the dark reflected the only light...

Primitive fear originates from darkness. Ninjas who are trapped in the dark world either calmly hide in places they think are safe, or pull out their ninja tools, rush out of the space that binds them, or try to set seals to relieve the illusion...

The darkness, without a trace of light, was so quiet that there was no sound. No matter what was broken or trying to shout, there was no sound sounding in the black prison. The deep depression made the surrounding air seem to condense. Even if you jumped out of the window, you would not see the end of the prison no matter how you ran. Even the sound of your own breathing could not be heard. The dullness was unbearable.

Hezhi stopped running in vain and ran straight for nearly five minutes, but he could not reach anything except the strange flatness, and he could not even hear the sound of his breathing. His lungs couldn't help but fluctuate even more.

"Uncle, have you seen my little bear?" The clear childish voice came into his ears, bringing a hint of anger to this depression. He Zhi couldn't help but look up. Not far in front of him, the little girl in a princess uniform lowered her head as if she was looking for something...

The figure of light in the darkness made He Zhizhi take a step back slightly. His feet slipped, as if he had stepped on something. He Zhizhi looked down and a small cloth bear was stepped on the soles of his feet. The paper crane that had just moved his toes slightly raised his head and suddenly found that the little girl several meters away from him had approached his eyes. A clear child voice sounded again: "Uncle, have you seen my little bear..."

Hezhi was about to retreat, "Chi——" and a severe pain came from his calf. Looking up, the girl with her head lowered suddenly raised her head. The head of a teddy bear was embedded in her bare jaw, and bloodshot skin wrapped around the bear's head, as if it should be there.

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!" He Zhi waved his ninja knife in fear and slashed into the body of the 'girl' in front of him, trying to stay away from this monster, but a tender voice came from his feet that hurt, "Are you not playing with your baby anymore, uncle?"...

Looking down, the little bear with the girl's bare head was still holding her calves, and the blood slowly flowed down the girl's only remaining palate. The little bear and the girl hugged the crane paper, gnawing it freely with screams that could not make a sound. No matter how hard it struggled, no matter how it slashed, it could not get rid of the gentle bite. The crane paper was struggling and mourning as she watched her little bit swallowed into the belly of the baby bear by the girl in front of her...

The black world, alone, scattered, groups of undead squeezed out of the pale, and chose their own food in their favorite way, until blood red penetrated the surrounding darkness and the fishy and sweet fragrance overflowed the entire courtyard.

The elite ninjas had no choice but to use these dead creatures. The swords could not stop them from stubbornly devouring them. The occasional splash of ninjutsu fireworks attracted by the countless undead spirits drowned out by the light. The hope that was still in the future was submerged.

No Shou tightly grasped the dark teeth and Huangquanjin chains wrapped around his arms, and ignored the tragic situation in the shadow world. Only the evil spirits who were watching on the wall could hear the cry that the dead could not make. The last hint of mourning was bitten and annihilated. No Shou slowly closed his pale yellow eyes, the black world slowly collapsed, and the undead who was still greedy for flesh and blood unwilling to attach the pale fireworks slowly converged into the skin that would not be cracked.

The lilac rune wrapped around the chains of the dark teeth Huangquanjin. After slashing, it took a deep breath of turbid air and slowly converged the dark teeth Huangquanjin into its body. A trace of haze slightly floated on the pair of ghost eyes under the broken hair. The silent undead became more and more restless. How long can he suppress the world in his body? Ten years or twenty years, maybe seven or eight years?

Just leave before the thing breaks. Maybe you can find something to suppress these resentment before this, haha, the sickle blade of the dark teeth Huangquanjin...

A bitter smile appeared under the bandage. I left the throne that was praised by resentment, turned against the scepter of fate, and obtained the truth that I wanted to approach but had only seen in my dreams. Is it still a luxury to abandon the power gained by emotions? What about the equivalent world...

Holding the chains in your hand tightly, it is like holding the pulse of fate. The happiness you can give to that girl is probably short-lived. So, please, the person who is carrying the survival this time is no longer me. Sorry, I'm a waste...

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Chapter completed!