Chapter 53: Just a Little Devil (Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket!)

"Quick! Guard the entrance of the building!"

The first to arrive was an Uzumaki jonin. After seeing the rapidly spreading fog, he shouted with a look of shock and anger on his face: "Damn it! Where are the people? A few jonin, open the barrier..."

But before he could finish his words, a sharp scream suddenly sounded.

The Uzumaki jonin immediately widened his eyes and looked at the lingering white fog in the distance. After sensing the dense kunai that were shot like a rainstorm, his pupils shrank.

The next moment, several kunai cut through the white fog and flew into the air. The Uzumaki jonin quickly reacted and swung the short sword in his hand.

Ding! Ding Ding!

The sharp metal sound continued to sound, and dense sparks splashed in front of him.

The first kunai that was shot was hit away by the short sword that was pulled out before it approached him. The hand holding the short sword did not shake at all, and the kunai was scattered around weakly.

Some ninjas also rushed over at this time, but when the Uzumaki jonin looked at those kunai, his face suddenly changed and he felt his scalp tingling.

Hiss hiss hiss!!

I saw that the tails of the knocked-down kunai were tied with several burning detonating talismans.

"Retreat!"

The Uzumaki jonin only had time to shout loudly, and at the same time, his hands quickly formed the seal of the instant body technique.

Boom!!!

The impact of the explosion instantly shattered all the glass on the first floor of the building, and the fragments were swept into the first floor of the building with the hot wind of the explosion and cut wildly.

The few ninjas closest to the door of the building had no time to react. After being blown away by the impact of the explosion, they were cut by the fragments and finally fell to the ground with a bang, motionless and oozing thick blood.

In contrast, those who were farther away were just blown away, avoiding the direct damage of the shock wave, and just lying on the ground with a painful face, feeling only a burst of tinnitus and dizziness.

The wall painted with the Uzumaki family emblem was blown up, as if it was hit by an invisible giant. Only black smoke and white mist poured into the first floor of the building, filling up most of the space like a curtain, blocking the vision of all Uzumaki ninjas.

Crack!

A black arm stretched out from the ruins, and then suddenly lifted up a large number of wall bricks and drilled out from under the ruins.

"Cough! Cough!"

It was the Uzumaki jonin who was hit by the explosion head-on, coughing like a charred zombie.

Although he retreated with the instant body technique before the last explosion, the surface of his skin was still covered with charred and swollen burns, and he could smell a strange meaty aroma even with black smoke all over his body.

"Cough! Damn it! Who is it..."

The Uzumaki jonin struggled to stand up, but before he could react, he suddenly felt a sharp pain.

"Ah!!"

In his shrill wailing, the whole person was suspended in the air.

But if you look closely, you can see the faint cold light, it is the silk thread that hangs him up.

The whole person is like a puppet performing a drama, blood slowly gathers along the silk thread and finally slides down, and only screams of extreme pain can be heard from his mouth.

"Hahaha! Scream! Scream! What a wonderful sound!"

Accompanied by a sharp and piercing laugh, the masked Kurishan Kushimaru walked out of the mist, and the tail of the long sword and sewing needle in his hand was connected to the silk thread.

Looking up at the Uzumaki jonin who was tied up and hung by the silk thread with twisted limbs, the joy in his eyes was like appreciating the masterpiece he created.

"Painful, right? Helpless, right? Desperate, right?"

He let out a cruel sneer from his mouth, and said in a joking tone: "Don't worry, I will let you die little by little and experience the most extreme pain."

As he said that, he pulled the silk thread connecting the long sword and sewing needle hard, watched the blood splashing from the Uzumaki jonin, and listened to his increasingly shrill screams with great enjoyment.

At this time, the masked Mist Ninjas also walked into the first floor and dispersed to deal with the ninjas who were seriously injured but not dead.

"Master Kurisan Kushimaru."

Only one ninja with a strange device on his head walked behind him and said carefully to Kurisan Kushimaru who was still torturing the Uzumaki Jonin: "Master Xiguashan Puffer Ghost asked us to fight quickly..."

Hearing this, Kurisan Kushimaru glanced at him and said in a cold tone: "Do you think you can lecture me? Don't you see that I am enjoying the pleasure of killing?"

Compared to Muri Shinpachi who likes to blow the enemy into pieces, he enjoys the screams and wails of the prey before death.

Although the process looks cumbersome, this is his "ritual sense", and it is worth wasting a little time.

"Besides, we just need to attract attention."

Kurian Kushimaru scratched his mask boringly, pointed to the device of the Mist Ninja and said: "Ask where the Xiguashan Puffer Ghost guy is?"

At the same time, on the top floor of Uzushio Village

A tall figure carrying a big knife broke into the building through the window. He seemed to hear the voice of Kurishan Kushimaru, and said calmly: "The invasion was successful. You continue to entangle the main force, and I will go to kill those old guys."

Breaking in from the lowest floor, and then going up one floor at a time, and finally killing those high-level people?

How is it possible.

Once the Uzumaki clan members are in good condition, the entire building will be impregnable. They are not stupid enough to confront them head-on.

This attack on the country of whirlpools was carefully planned. At the same time that Kurishan Kushimaru broke through the first floor head-on, the Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost assassinated the target at the same time.

At the moment when the first floor exploded, the Uzumaki ninjas gathered on the first floor.

Everyone thought they were attacking from the front and trying to block them from going up from the first floor.

The top layer that is neglected to guard against naturally becomes a breakthrough point.

"What a bunch of slow guys."

The Xiguashan Pufferfish Ghost sneered and walked towards the conference room downstairs.

But before stepping onto the stairs, he suddenly stopped.

The Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish Ghost heard a crisp sound of footsteps, and the next moment, a figure walked out from the corner platform leading to the stairs.

It was a very young red-haired boy wearing black robes, and he seemed to be holding a knife.

"What, it turns out to be just a kid."

The tight body of the Watermelon Mountain Puffer Ghost suddenly relaxed, and the voice of the Kirigakure ninja came to his ears: "Have you encountered any obstacles from the upper levels?"

"It's okay." Xiguashan Pufferfish Ghost said lazily, "He's just a lost kid. I'll be there soon..."

As he was speaking, a voice suddenly interrupted him.

Boom! Boom!

The Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish Ghost frowned and looked at the figure in the distance. At this moment, he actually heard a sound similar to a heartbeat.

"What it is?"

Under the moonlight outside the window, a faint blue-black color began to appear under the exposed skin of the red-haired kid, as if there was something hidden in the body that couldn't wait to get out from under the skin.

The next moment, in the reflection of the shrinking pupils of the Watermelon Mountain Pufferfish Ghost, four crimson twisted thorns flew out from behind the little ghost.

"Vampire technique." The kid said in a cold voice, "Flying blood mandarin thorn!"

I had a fever today and had a terrible headache. I thought it would be better after taking a nap at noon, but I am still in a daze now.

The weather temperature has changed too quickly. There have been many fevers and colds recently. Everyone must pay attention to their health.