Chapter 135: Extracting Memory

With a bowl of the cheapest turbid wine, Ye Ziru sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, with a thick face and no intention of leaving under the gaze of the waitress who gradually became disgusted.

As time passed, the sunlight became weaker, paving the way for the coming night, and the buzz of people also moved from the streets to the tavern.

The increase in customer flow made the tavern gradually crowded and seats began to run out, so Ye Zi's presence began to dazzle the eyes.

The waitress walked over and said to Ye Zi with a smile and politeness: "Uncle, you haven't asked for a drink for a long time. Are you ready to go home?"

Ye Zi's eyes narrowed slightly, but he couldn't hide his lustful look. He suddenly grinned, showing his broken yellow teeth, pointed at some liquid in the wine bowl, and said seriously: "Look, I haven't finished drinking yet."

As he spoke, his narrowed eyes slowly opened, scanning the sensitive parts of the waitress unscrupulously.

That wanton look made the waitress get goosebumps all over her body, thinking that the old man in front of her was a scoundrel and she couldn't get rid of him.

She smiled forcefully, then retreated.

Seeing the waitress retreating, the boss behind the counter smoked a long pipe, opened his mouth slightly, and shot out a beautiful line of smoke.

"Ignorant old guy." The boss curled his lips and sneered.

There are many reasons why we don’t rush during the day, but only rush after sunset. One of the nicer reasons is to avoid Ye Zi’s physical pain.

Guests who will arrive one after another will fill up the seats, and an old guy like Ye Zi who has no spending power at first glance will always be kicked away by the guests.

When night falls, it's the beginning of the tavern.

The human voice moves here, vibrating and spreading in a small space.

The combination of alcohol and sound is an intoxicating and unique noise.

The seats were full, the door of the tavern was opened again, and a group of big men walked in.

The tavern owner tapped his long pipe on the corner of the counter, knocked off the cigarette residue, and squinted his eyes, looking coldly at Ye Zi's seat.

The group of big men who came in glanced at the full tavern, and soon noticed Ye Zi's table.

The leader, a bald man with a beard, walked over, slapped a coin on Ye Zi's table, and said coldly: "Old guy, I want this seat."

Ye Zi seemed to be startled. He looked at a coin on the table and said with a smile: "Uncle, please give me a bowl of wine. I will let you."

The bald man was stunned for a moment, then showed a strange smile. Suddenly, without any warning, he reached out his hand, grabbed Ye Zi's collar and threw him to the ground, throwing Ye Zi to the ground.

Ye Zi fell to the ground and let out a scream, which attracted the attention of the guests in the tavern.

The bald man picked up the coins on the table, threw them on Ye Zi, and said coldly: "Get out."

Then he called his friends to sit on their seats.

Ye Zi stood up while wailing, picked up the money miserably, and then walked to the table, trying to reach for the wine bowl with some wine left.

Seeing this, the bald man picked up the wine bowl and swung it, pouring out all the wine, and then called for the waiter to clean it up, completely ignoring Ye Zi's arm that was frozen in mid-air.

Most of the guests in the tavern watched this scene with great interest, especially the waitress who came over to clean up and began to gloat in her heart.

Suddenly, Ye Zi took a coin and threw it on the bald man's bald head. After the coin came into close contact with the smooth head, it bounced up and landed on the ground, making a sound.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment. The bald man's temples jumped. He stood up under the roar of laughter from his tablemates, turned around and took a look at the coins flipping on the ground. Without saying a word, he knocked Ye Zi down with one punch. On the ground.

Ye Zi received a punch and fell to the ground with a whimper.

The bald man raised his foot and was about to give Ye Zi a hard kick when a slightly childish voice came: "Hey, is it really okay to bully an old man like this?"

The bald man took his feet back and looked at the person who spoke. He was a young man with a short hair and wearing the forehead protector of the Iwa Ninja Village on his forehead.

"It's none of your business?" The man glanced at the forehead protector on the young man's forehead.

The short-haired boy chuckled and said, "I just like to meddle in other people's business."

The man clenched his fists and sneered.

Several men who came with him stood up, and one of them said: "Come on, let this old guy go and let this be over."

The short-haired boy raised his brows, weighed the gap between the two sides, and then walked over to help Ye Zi up, turned around and left.

"Bad luck." The bald man looked at Ye Zi and the young man who opened the door and left, and spat at them.

Being helped out by the short-haired boy, Ye Zi wailed in a low voice.

The short-haired boy asked with concern: "Uncle, does it hurt?"

"It hurts a lot." Ye Zi took in the cold air and pointed to an alley and said, "Young man, there is a box there where the old man can sit and rest."

"Okay." The short-haired boy did not doubt that he was there and helped Ye Zi into the dimly lit alley.

"Uh, uncle, there are no boxes here." The short-haired boy looked at the dirty alley and saw no boxes, only debris on the ground.

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Ye Zi, only to see a pair of cold and ruthless eyes. His pupils shrank sharply, and then he felt a pain in his neck and fainted.

"Tsk, tsk, you can't bear to attack such a kind little guy."

The cross light was torn out, and the shrunken Ghoul jumped out.

Ye Zi didn't reply, looking at the short-haired boy lying on the ground, holding his collar and walking deeper into the alley.

He looked at Ye Zi who was gradually disappearing into the darkness, with an inexplicable light flashing in his one eye, grinning widely, and followed in.

"Keep an eye on it for me." Ye Zi glanced at the short-haired boy's face and said to Nao.

Nao curled his lips and went to look for the wind.

Ye Zi got rid of the transformation technique and formed seals with his hands.

The art of spiritualization!

The spirit body spread out from his shoulders and penetrated into the young man's head.

The spiritual art that he changed and enhanced is already different from Kato Dan's soul art. Not only can he control the soul while moving, he can also absorb chakra while devouring the enemy's soul. In addition, there is another Its function is to extract the memory from the enemy's soul like peeling off silk from a cocoon.

The soul invaded the head of the short-haired boy and crushed it easily.

Later, Ye Zi began to extract the memories of the short-haired boy. This process took a certain amount of time, and the body would temporarily lose control, leaving him defenseless, so he needed to watch out.

This is a very ordinary genin in the Iwa Ninja Village...

His parents lost their lives in the war, his talents are limited, his chakra is very small, his illusion resistance is very weak, and his physical skills are pretty good. As for his social circle, he seems to be very poor. Not only does he not get along with his teammates and teachers, but he also dares to do whatever he wants. Ran out of the village and came to such a far place.

Ye Zi's soul slowly extracts memories...