The southeastern part of the Land of Grass, the land of the border with the Land of Fire.

A narrow valley that is one of several passages connecting the Land of Grass and the Land of Fire.

Ordinary tourists and merchants do not have the ability of ninja to climb mountains and cross rivers as if they were walking on the ground, so they can only travel between the two countries through these arteries.

Soldiers from the Daimyo Prefecture guarded these main routes, but they were not used to defend against foreign enemies, but were strictly tax collectors.

War belongs to ninjas, and in a situation where a slightly better ninja can rush into a thousand armies and kill seven in and seven out, ordinary soldiers should not expect them to do anything else except waving their flags and shouting and bullying civilians.

It is to clean up the bandits and bandits, lest there be a prodigal ninja or a traitor hiding inside, and this work has been handed over to the ninjas to do.

In the past, although there was not much traffic here, there was an endless stream of pedestrians passing by, and after more than ten years of peace, commercial exchanges became prosperous, and the tax collectors who stayed here received money softly.

It's just—

Today's group of fat and sturdy tax collectors seem to have hit an iron plate.

The morning sun is rising, but there is no hustle and bustle in the valley, only a dead silence.

The stone walls were smeared with an uneven layer of flesh, and the star-like blood spots were scattered higher on the stone walls, and the narrow passages of the valley were littered with broken corpses.

The red blood pooled together and flowed down the high and low terrain, forming a small river of blood.

In the midst of this pool of blood, a rather burly and tall man stood in a daze, covered in a tattered shirt stained with blood, unable to see his original color, only a patch of scarlet red, and still warm blood beads dripping from his two hands.

His expression looked dazed, as if he didn't understand why he was in such a terrifying place.

"Why? Why is it like this? ”

The whispers echoed through the valley, and anyone could hear the pain.

"Ahhh!!h

The mournful howl soared into the sky and drifted far away.

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"Vomit ——!"

The first time the girl saw this bloody scene, she immediately fell to the side and vomited.

Flies like dark clouds swirled in the air, and there were already large numbers of flies lying on the broken corpses in the narrow passage, enjoying a luxurious feast.

The thick smell of blood and corpse stench in the air was indeed disgusting.

Uzumaki Gentian and Uchiha Miki also lay on their stomachs and vomited, and all the breakfast they ate not long ago was vomited, and they didn't have time to digest it.

"It's kind of interesting!"

Jun Malu stood at the mouth of the valley, his expression extremely calm, ignoring the three spitting messy subordinates, but carefully looking at the miserable scene in the valley.

"The broken corpses, the slaughter without leaving a living mouth, is even more violent than what was mentioned in the report, it seems that we are not looking for the wrong place, but we are just a step late······"

The blood was already cold, and the crumbling corpses were starting to stink!

"Mr. Jun Malu, this thing can't be called a corpse anymore, right?" Uzumaki Gentian vomited out the food in his stomach, only to feel a little better, wiped his mouth, and stood by Jun Mario's side. "It's all meat sauce!"

It was indeed a bit reluctant to say that it was a corpse, and the ground was covered with rotten flesh and mud, spread on the ground like a carpet, and even the outline of a slightly complete corpse could not be seen.

The person who did it was definitely a pervert, and it was not an ordinary murderer who could do this kind of thing, it was not difficult to kill a group of tax collectors, but the difficulty was how to crush the corpse so meticulously.

If it weren't for the killer's innate divine powers, then the possibility of the other party being a ninja was extremely high.

"Mr. Jun Malu, this is not a C-level task anymore, is it?" Michiha Uchiha's face was pale, but he still managed to come over.

"It's a bit beyond expectations, the intelligence collection in the early stage is not in place, and the border garrison force seems to be very slack!"

Jun Malu said flatly, and when he opened his mouth, he stepped on the border garrison in the mud.

Sakura walked over tremblingly, her head bowed, her nose covered, not daring to look at the bloody scene in the valley again.

I vomited the contents of my stomach clean, and if I vomited again, there would only be bile.

"Mr. Jun Malu, do we still want to continue the mission?"

Sakura plucked up her courage and asked.

"That's right, no matter what the reason, since you have taken over the task, it is best not to give up easily, too many mission failure records will affect the future assessment and promotion, even if you become a ninja, it will also have an impact."

Jun Maro explained, not ready to give up the task at all.

Even if this task is clearly outside the scope of a C-level mission, it can be considered a B-level mission.

Look at the brutal methods in the valley, this is not something that a group of their shinobi can solve.

Hearing that Jun Maro did not intend to abort the mission, Sakura's already pale face was as white as paper at the moment.

Even Uzumaki Gentian and Uchiha Miki are melancholy, this kind of crazy perverted murderer is really annoying.

"You do as much as you can, and as a prefect and teacher, I will do my best to fulfill my duties."

Jun Marilu's words fell like a reassuring pill, and the three gentians did calm down.

Being able to serve as their guide Shangnin, Jun Maro is definitely qualified enough to stand here, even if he is obviously not a few years older than them.

"Quack ——!"

The crow's mournful cries echoed in the air.

"These damn scavengers······" Sakura looked up in disgust at the crows in the sky who were lured by the smell of blood, "Sensei, aren't you chasing that murderer?" ”

Jun Maro didn't move, but instead looked at the road leading to the Fire Country behind him.

Let Sakura and Gentian they couldn't help muttering, looking at the teacher's tone just now, it was clear that he wanted to chase the killer to the end.

But I didn't expect that I would look at the way home like this, could it be that the teacher was deliberately scaring them just now?

"Someone is coming, and the crow that flew over just now is the eyeliner of the other party." Jun Maro's sudden words made Sakura and the others nervous instantly.

"Is it the enemy?"

"Huh? When did it disappear? ”

Hearing this, Gentian and Miki changed color, pulled out their short knives and kunai, and made a posture of fighting.

Sakura also clenched kunai with a bitter face, and shrank behind Gentian and Miki, raising her eyes to search for the crows in the sky.

Obviously, the ugly and piercing cry just now was still lingering in his ears, and the next moment it was gone.

Looking at the vigilant appearance of his subordinates, the corners of Jun Malu's mouth were rarely hooked, but they were also fleeting, making people wonder if they were wrong.

After staying with this instructor for so long, I really haven't seen any other expressions, so it's no wonder Sakura will be surprised.

"Don't be so flustered, it should be your own people." Jun Malu shook his hand and motioned for them to relax, "But there is nothing wrong with being careful, you have a good reaction, and you know to take out your weapons and resist, instead of running away." ”

The four of them did not leave, but stayed where they were and waited. ()

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