Ning Ci stood on the top of the mountain for a long time, and only then did he move after he couldn't perceive the chakra from the Black Jedi at all.

In the barren grass not far away, a grain of rubble stained with dried blood was gradually discovered by Ning Ci's white eyes.

Due to the contamination of black blood, there was also an amazing chakra reaction on the gravel, so even in the grass, Ning Ci's white eyes could clearly perceive the amazing chakra on the gravel.

Is this the power of the bloodline of the Great Paulownia clan?

Even a mere drop of blood from them has such an amazing chakra reaction, what an exaggerated bloodline power!

Thinking of this, Ning Ci bent down and picked up the gravel stained with black blood from the ground, held it in his palm and slowly walked towards the village.

"Lord Ningci, the battlefield has been cleared!"

A figure quickly landed in front of Ning Ci, and he who was crouching on the ground quickly announced the news.

"There may be a lot of rats in the village recently, and then I will trouble you!"

After looking at the corpse that had been carried away with a cold eye, Ning Ci commanded indifferently.

"I see, Lord Ningji!"

When the dark department led by him heard this, he nodded and joined the team on the side, and soon conveyed Ning Ci's instructions to the others.

After finishing the communication with the dark department, Ning Ci did not stay and quickly returned to his office.

There are enough utensils there to help Ning Ci, after all, even if it is the bloodline of the Great Tong Mu clan, if it is exposed to the air for too long, I am afraid that it will lose its vitality inside, which has a great impact on Ning Ci's plan.

Almost at the fastest speed, the gravel contaminated with black blood was sealed in the glassware, and with the use of various instruments, Ning Ci began to decompose the black blood on the rubble.

Unlike the red blood of ordinary people, the black blood turned purple after being oxidized by the air, and a drop of purple blood spread in the culture medium and soon spread, and soon the entire glassware had turned purple.

Moreover, under the observation of the white eye, its erosion and reproduction speed greatly exceeded Ning Ci's expectations, and if it was injected into the body according to its current state, I am afraid that few people would be able to hold on to the end of its erosion.

So when Ning Ci saw this, he frowned inexplicably.

Although with his astonishing physical fitness, he could indeed hold on to the extent that ordinary people could not reach, but for the sake of safety, Ning Ci was still prepared to wait until the blood in the vessel gradually stabilized before starting to think about this problem.

However, there is not much time left for him, after all, it is only half a year before the official task of recovering the tailed beast.

Considering the problem of time, Ning Ci's brows furrowed even tighter.

In the time that followed, Ning Ci locked himself in a secret room.

He began to study the black blood in the cultivation vessel as much as he could, and after three consecutive days, Ranmaru and Ang, who had gone to the Snow Country, finally returned to the village.

Compared to the two-person squad when they left, they returned with one more person.

Wind and Waves, the former daimyo of the Snow Country who developed the Chakra armor, has been brought back by the two of them intact.

In the center of the craftsman village, under the ground of the tallest building, under the dim light, the pale wind and flowers were brought down, and Qingming who had not appeared for a long time on the side looked at the chakra armor in his hand and couldn't help but be secretly surprised, although it was only a fragment, but as the most outstanding craftsman in the history of the craftsman village, Qingming only took a short time to see the structure of this chakra armor.

Although it was still a little lacking compared to his four masterpieces of ninja equipment, as a layman, he had done a good enough job.

At least from its construction, Qingming has drawn a lot of inspiration, and this kind of armor is cheaper than the ninja equipment he made, and it is better to popularize.

"It's fun to make this little thing you made!"

Putting down the tools in his hand, Qingming looked at the languishing wind and waves on the side with interest.

Maybe it was the inhumane treatment of Lan Maru along the way, which made this guy who was originally higher than the sky completely recognize the reality, and even now Qingming asked him at a loss, and it seemed that his spirit had collapsed for a long time.

"Lord Ningci, don't you mind if I take him down for interrogation slowly, right?"

Looking at the numb expression of the man who was brought back, Qingming frowned, then raised his head to look at Ning Ci on the other side and asked.

Although Ning Ci didn't answer, he didn't object either, and this cold move made Qingming instantly understand Ning Ci's thoughts.

The poor man in front of him, although he has the identity of a big name, has no value in the eyes of this adult, so naturally he doesn't care about his existence at all.

So while shaking his head, Qingming took the sad man out of the cubicle and began his interrogation.

After all, Lord Ningji didn't have much time left for him, and it was a lot of work to complete this so-called chakra armor in half a year and assemble it on every craftsman.

Therefore, under the irritability, Qingming was naturally not polite to the wind and flowers, and directly used the most violent method to start squeezing the last bit of value of this man.

Closed underground, lights flickering.

Standing in the hall, Ning Ci looked at the two people who were still crouching aside, the corners of his mouth moved, and he said slowly.

"You've done a good job this time, let's rest in the village for a while!"

After saying this, Ning Ci's gaze swept over the two of them again, although it was not obvious, but their faces still had tiredness that was difficult to dispel.

"We're not tired yet, please continue to send us missions!"

Regarding Ning Ci's kindness, the two of them quickly chose to refuse after glancing at each other.

The two of them are also very clear about the current situation of the village, although they don't understand what troubles Lord Ningci has, but every time they see his frowning brows, they know that there is an unsolvable problem in the heart of this adult.

So with this in mind, whether it was for the sake of the village or for Lord Ningci, both of them wanted to contribute more of their own strength.

"Don't force it, you two little ghosts!"

Looking at the two who were still reckless, Ning Ci shook his head and said.

Although Ning Ci himself didn't take it into account, he said that others were little ghosts, and he was only sixteen years old at the moment, and he was only one year older than Ang on the side, and it was indeed a little weird to say that others were little ghosts at his age.

"But ......"

Lan Maru, who wanted to say something, looked at Ning Ci's eyes that could not be refused, and could only swallow the rest of the words into his stomach.

"It's nothing, the change in the ninja world is coming, the only thing we have to do now is to wait patiently, and when the wind that sweeps the entire ninja world blows completely, then it will naturally be useful to you!"

Speaking of this, Ning Ci's gaze seemed to have crossed the ocean and saw the village called the Will of Fire.

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On the ocean far from the land of craftsmen, Hanabi's body drifted with the current, until her body touched a small sampan that went out to sea to fish.

"Father, there's a big sister floating here!"

The young man's immature voice sounded.

"There's really a little girl!"

Supporting the sampan with one hand, a well-dressed man rushed to hear the sound and quickly scooped up the little girl who was floating on the sea.

"She's alive!"

Fingers resting on Hanabi's somewhat slow snort, the man quickly came to this conclusion.

"But her body is very weak, and she must be brought back to the village for treatment!"

Looking at the girl's white-blistered wound, the man frowned, hesitated for a moment and chose to return.

They had just gone to sea, and they didn't catch any valuable fish, but for the sake of this strange little girl, he still chose to return home.

In this way, with the sea breeze, the small sampan that had just gone out to sea to fish chose to sail back to the fishing village.