Chapter 332 Horror and Eerie

(This content refers to the Naruto prequel setting)

On the Ninja Continent, there is a famous mountain named "Deformation Mountain". It is a mountain whose terrain can change at any time. No one dares to go inside to find out. Because there are countless people who get lost inside and cannot get out. .

In Transforming Mountain, there lived a monster called "Ape Demon King". Monsters are ever-changing.

Legend has it that the Ape Demon King came out of the paintings of the Sage of the Six Paths. It is the most ideal ninja assistant in the fantasy of the Sage of the Six Paths. Sage of the Six Paths used ninjutsu to bring the monsters in his fantasy to the world.

There are even more legends that the Transforming Mountain is the place where the Immortals of the Six Paths lived in seclusion hundreds of years ago.

Except for the greatest onmyoji Hinata Seimei a hundred years ago, the only human beings who can come out of the mountains alive are the three generations of Hokage.

And now, another human came to this forbidden place of death following the map left by the third generation.

Yang Ming looked around at the barren desert in front of him. He couldn't believe that this was the Transformation Mountain mentioned in the map.

The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting in the long river.

In front of him is a sandy desert, without any life, not even a single cactus, as if this is a forbidden place for the living.

"It doesn't matter, just follow the map."

Yang Ming traveled all the way, following the straight route on the map, and it took more than a week to get here. He didn't want to give up so easily.

When Yang Ming kept walking forward and gradually penetrated into the depths of the desert, it was almost dark.

Suddenly, a sudden change occurred!

Yang Ming just blinked in front of his eyes, and all the surrounding scenes, as if the oil paintings were gradually fading, restored the original appearance underneath.

Green hills, green water, birds singing, insects singing.

A scene full of vitality slowly unfolded in front of Yang Ming, as if he stepped into a beautiful landscape painting.

"This is how the same thing?"

It was also the first time for Yang Ming to see such a miraculous thing. His first reaction was whether he had fallen into an illusion.

But he could clearly see that fireflies were swarming in groups, roaming freely in the green forest, like traveling in mountains and rivers. They were not afraid of Yang Ming, a stranger at all. Instead, they approached Yang Ming curiously, and circled around Yang Ming.

Yang Ming stretched out his hand and spread it out. These cute little things are still lying in his palm with interest, crawling slowly with those little limbs, making Yang Ming itchy.

"No, this is not an illusion!"

To be able to have such a realistic five senses, no one in the world can do the illusion except for the genius of the pommel horse clan.

Yang Ming frowned, his eyes thoughtful, "It seems that this is the legendary Transformation Mountain."

"No wonder, few people outside know about this place."

However, Yang Ming still didn't dare to be careless. Who knows what dangers there are?

Fortunately, Yang Ming is not unprepared, at least in a critical moment, he can use the Flying Thunder God technique to escape.

Coo coo coo coo coo coo coo!

At this moment, Yang Ming's stomach swelled uncontrollably, making muffled noises.

Just now in the desert, Yang Ming walked for a long time, and now he was very hungry and thirsty.

Yang Ming looked around, then walked in the direction of the sound of running water.

But when Yang Ming came to the river, he found that someone here actually got there first!

A white-haired old man, with white beard and eyebrows, his face is full of vigorous wrinkles like old trees, criss-crossing, looking very old.

At this time, the old man was fishing by the river, looking very contented.

"Strange, is this person a native of Transformation Mountain?"

From Tsunade, Yang Ming only knew that there were only two people who entered Transforming Mountain in the past and could get out alive.

Therefore, it is not impossible that there are descendants of those survivors here.

Yang Ming walked forward cautiously with the idea of ​​checking the information.

"Master, I have a question..."

What Yang Ming originally wanted to say, he suddenly retracted into his stomach.

No one else, because when he approached the old man, and finally saw his whole picture under the dim light of the moonlight, his heart was shocked!

Because this person's eyes are actually blind!

Think about it, at night, seeing a blind old man staring at you with cataract-like eyes, what kind of experience is it like?

Anyway, Yang Ming had goosebumps all over his body!

Realizing that someone was coming, the old man seemed to have not spoken for a long time. When he opened his mouth, his hoarse voice was as unpleasant as two pieces of iron rubbing against each other.

"Someone actually came?"

Yang Ming collected his mood and asked kindly: "Old man, is this the legendary Transformation Mountain?"

"What mountain?"

The old man seemed to be old and hard to hear, and asked hoarsely.

When he opened his mouth, Yang Ming shuddered when he saw his dark mouth.

Moreover, I don't know why, when Yang Ming came here, all the original sounds of birds and insects disappeared, and even those sticky fireflies left Yang Ming early, and there was a silent forest everywhere, only occasionally The howling wind made the leaves rustle, making it even more eerie.

The corner of Yang Ming's mouth twitched fiercely, and he didn't want to stay in this ghostly place for another second.

So, Yang Ming held his temper and said again: "Is this the Transformation Mountain?"

This time, Yang Ming raised his voice, which seemed so abrupt in the empty woods.

The old man seemed to understand it this time, and said, "I don't know what kind of mountain this is. I've lived here since I was born."

The corner of Yang Ming's mouth twitched. He didn't expect that he would get such an answer in the end.

Coo coo coo coo coo coo coo!

At this time, Yang Ming's stomach sounded again. He was really hungry.

Yang Ming glanced at the fishing rod used by the old man, and thought, "Grandpa, can you lend me your fishing rod?"

"I'm a chef. When the time comes, I'll share the fish you fall with you equally and cook for you. How about it?"

"That's great!" With such a cheap profit, the old man happily lent the fishing rod to Yang Ming.

But when Yang Ming saw the fishhook, he almost vomited blood.

This hook is actually straight!

Only then did Yang Ming notice that there was no basket for fish beside the old man!

So what is he fishing for?

At this time, the old man looked at Yang Ming blankly with his cataract-like eyes.

"Young man, do you want a golden axe, or a silver axe?"

In this silent forest, hearing this hoarse voice like a dead soul, Yang Ming felt a chill all over his body, as if he was being targeted by a prehistoric beast!