One hundred and thirty kilometers south of Tangyin Village, there is a small village that looks nothing special on the outside, but it is not inhabited.

Dozens of meters underground, a huge hall suddenly appeared.

Screams of pain, heart-pounding screams, echoed in this hollow hall.

Below, hundreds of people in dark robes fell to their knees reverently.

They held a necklace in their hands, half held in front of their chests, their eyes closed, and they were chanting.

In front of these strangely behaved people was a huge blood-colored altar, and behind the altar was a huge symbol painted in blood.

The pattern of this symbol is the same as the necklace in their hand, which is a circle wrapped around an equilateral triangle.

And underneath the scarlet emblem is a creepy altar.

Several sacrificial-looking people, holding terrifying torture instruments, are carrying out the necessary disposal of the "sacrifice".

The so-called "sacrifices" are a number of living people.

Judging by their tattered costumes, there were commoners, injured ninjas, and even a nobleman dressed in silk silk.

The altar was littered with severed limbs, some of which had been reduced to bones, others that were decaying.

This shows that these "sacrifices" were not the first ones.

"Ahh

"Ahh

“……”

After a few screams of pain, a middle-aged woman who looked like a civilian slowly turned into a broken corpse, or rather a messy wreckage, and there was no sound.

The middle-aged man dressed as a ninja couldn't stand such a scene any longer, and suddenly burst out, knocking over a priest, trying to get out.

"Uhhh

A red light flashed, and the fleeing ninja lowered his head in horror, only to find that his body had turned into three stages.

An old man with a bloody March scythe in his hand stepped out of the shadows with a cruel smile on his face.

Tick – tick – tick –

Blood dripped from the blade of the March Scythe, and the old man shook his head and complained, "It's really a troublesome sacrifice, can't you obediently complete your mission?" This is blasphemy against God! ”

"This is an unqualified sacrifice, dispose of it!"

He pointed to the corpse on the ground, and several priests stepped forward and threw the corpse aside as if they were cleaning up garbage.

The old man turned his head, and his purple pupils flashed with excitement: "It's been a long time since I've personally delivered a sacrifice to the evil god, so let's move it today!" ”

He walked in the direction of the altar step by step, and the remaining civilians all turned pale and trembled.

"Old ...... Old Immortal ...... Don't kill me, I've got money, I've got a lot of money! ”

The well-dressed nobleman, about forty years old, had blood, tears, and snot on his originally round face.

He was firmly tied to the altar with a rope, and he twisted his body and said, "I am the father-in-law of the Daimyo, I have a lot of shares in Pingkangfang, and I have a lot of money, all of which can be given to you!" ”

"Oh? Daimyo? The daimyo of the Fire Country? If so, I can ask God to forgive you for your sins. The old man looked at him with a playful look and said lightly.

"This ......"

The nobles to be slaughtered want to cry, the Daimyo of the Land of Fire?

Who doesn't know, the Daimyo of the Fire Nation is already over a hundred years old, okay?

Even if he wanted to dedicate his daughter to him, he wouldn't accept it well!

This nobleman is certainly not the father-in-law of the Daimyo of the Land of Fire, he is the father-in-law of the Daimyo of the Land of Yu.

But the daimyo and the daimyo are not the same, and it is obvious that in the hearts of this group of cultists, the daimyo of the land of the soup is far less than the daimyo of the land of fire.

The middle-aged nobleman wept bitterly and regretted it in his heart.

If there is a future, you must go to Konoha to hire ninjas when you travel, and the ninjas in this land of soup are unreliable!

Let's not talk about combat ability, anyway, it is known as the "country forgotten by war", and the ninja's combat ability must not be comparable to that of Konoha Shangbang, let's talk about the professional attitude of this ninja......

Phew, this scoundrel has no professional attitude at all!

The ninja who rebelled just now was not hired by a middle-aged nobleman, but a ninja caught by the Cult of Evil Gods out of nowhere.

And Tang Ren, who was hired by the middle-aged nobleman, is now kneeling under the main hall!

That ninja is not a question of whether to protect his employer or not, but he is directly a believer in the cult of evil gods, and he raised his hand and sent his employer to the slaughterhouse.

"Old Immortal, I am the father-in-law of the Daimyo of the Land of Soup, but the money of the Kingdom of the Soup is not less than that of the Land of Fire, I can contribute all my property to you, and I can also convert to the Divine Cult!"

As the March Scythe got closer and closer, the middle-aged nobleman struggled even more violently.

In desperation, he kept reporting his vast fortune and even expressed his willingness to convert to the cult.

But the old man was not moved at all, and raised the March Scythe, the sharp blade reflecting the ghostly light of the candle flame, which looked extremely terrifying.

"Money? Dirty things, and you, are even dirtier heretics.

Those who do not understand the suffering of others will be punished by God, so please use your cry and pain to perform a joyful ritual for God! ”

As he spoke, the scythe was about to be swung down.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a loud noise came from above.

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"Damn, Fuyue, you can't drive!"

The bus at the root crashed headlong into the village wall, and it was already unrecognizable.

Fortunately, the front of the car was badly deformed, but the car did not catch fire and no one was injured.

Kato Shizune was well protected by his uncle, while the others basically had a good cushion.

On long journeys, it's normal to take turns driving.

Except for the fact that the Tuanzang Elder was stuck in the back seat and was inconvenient to move, everyone in the root had to take turns driving.

It's 6:05 p.m.

And Uchiha Fugaku took over from his cousin, and Uchiha Tatsushi took the steering wheel, and the time was six o'clock.

Yasuo covered his head, feeling that he shouldn't be soft-eared, and agreed to Fuyue's request.

Although automobiles are not yet popular in Konoha, they are definitely not a strange thing to the executives here.

Except for Kato Mute, everyone has a driver's license, and Fuyue's one is still full marks in all subjects and is exempt from the test for life!

Of course, this driver's license was issued by the Konoha Police Force, and Yasuo expected that there was no moisture in it.

But from Konoha to Yugakure Village, the road is flat, and there are not many pedestrians at all, let alone cars.

In such a road situation, even if you leave it to Kato Shizun, there shouldn't be anything.

It is precisely for this reason that, under Fuyue's request, Yasuo still agreed to let him have a good time driving.

Outcome......

It's okay to put the gear indiscriminately, and it's okay to use the brake as the accelerator, but it's too much to get lost on a good straight road!

Yasuo climbed out of the car, spread out the map, and looked at the direction of the setting sun, his face embarrassed.

Over here......

What the hell is this place?

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