The wandering ninja's body stiffened suddenly.
When he realized that someone was standing silently behind him, he turned around instantly, only to see a cold mask.
"You--"
Before he finished speaking, the hand on his shoulder suddenly slid to his neck and tightened.
"Click."
The sound of the neck bones breaking was particularly harsh.
The wandering ninja's body fell limply, and the short sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
The other wandering ninjas finally reacted and raised their weapons, only to find that they were facing an opponent they could not understand at all.
Ice Blade is like the wind.
In less than five seconds, everyone fell to the ground.
The little girl huddled in the corner, holding her head in her hands, trembling all over.
She stopped when she heard the movement, raised her head cautiously, and saw that familiar figure standing in the moonlight, with particularly bright white hair.
"It's... it's you..."
Her voice was trembling.
The boy who was digging for food next to the trash can also recognized him. His eyes widened and his lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word.
Ning Xue looked at these children and said in a slow tone.
"Find a place to hide."
His voice was calm, but there was a hint of comfort in it.
"My lord..."
She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
Behind him, the older girl reacted, bowed deeply to Ning Xue, and then led them to hide in a safe location.
Looking at the children's leaving figures, Ning Xue turned his gaze in another direction.
That's the end of the street.
The last wandering ninjas are evacuating.
They carried several unconscious young people on their shoulders and dragged two struggling children in their hands.
Ning Xue stepped in front of them.
"Get out of the way!"
The leader of the wandering ninja shouted sharply, pointing the short knife in his hand at Ning Xue.
"Don't mind your own business! This village has nothing to do with you, right?"
Although his tone was strong, he clearly felt that the knife in his hand was trembling.
Ning Xue didn't speak, but slowly raised his hand.
Ice Blade condensed in the palm of the hand, shining with a cold light under the moonlight.
The wandering ninja's expression changed.
He glanced at the corpses of his companions on the ground, and then at the white-haired man in front of him who exuded murderous aura, and his Adam's apple twitched.
"You... do you know who is behind us?"
His voice was a little tight, but he held on to the threat.
"That's Lord Orochimaru, one of the legendary Sannin!"
Ning Xue's movements paused slightly.
Orochimaru.
He was stunned for a moment and remembered the culprit who invaded Konoha during Chunin Ninja Exams.
It was also a day he would never forget.
Ning Xue said nothing.
It's just that the chill that condensed Ice Blade became stronger and stronger.
Seeing that he didn't respond, the wandering ninja thought that he was frightened, so his tone became a little harder.
"Get out of the way if you know what's going on! Lord Orochimaru's affairs are beyond your control!"
Ning Xue looked at him and was silent for a moment.
"Orochimaru..."
He repeated it in a low voice, with no emotion in his tone.
The next second, his figure disappeared from the spot.
Ice Blade drew a cold arc in the moonlight.
The light of the knife flashed.
The leader of the wandering ninja didn't even have time to react before he felt his throat go cold, his vision went dark, and he fell down forever.
The remaining wandering ninjas fled in panic when they saw this, and some even threatened them with the hostages in their hands.
But Ning Xue's movements were obviously faster than theirs, and they killed all of them before they could put the blade on the hostages' necks.
As for those who were running away, the Ice Cone shot by Ning Xue accurately penetrated the back of the neck.
In just tens of seconds, the last batch of wandering ninjas were all dead.
Ning Xue stood in front of the corpse, shaking off the blood on Ice Blade, his face expressionless.
Ice Blade shattered into countless crystal fragments and slipped from the fingers.
Those who had been kidnapped were now slumped on the ground, gasping for air, trembling with fear for the rest of their lives.
Ning Xue walked past them without stopping.
His steps were very fast, as if he was running away from something.
But he himself didn't know what he was running from.
It wasn't until he walked into a deserted corner that Ning Xue's steps stopped for a moment.
At this moment, he was leaning against the wall, looking up at the night sky.
The moon is very round and bright, but also very cold.
At this moment, he was filled with anger and doubt.
He is angry at those who care about human life.
What would have happened to these people if he had not passed through this town.
Those young people and children will be taken away, and those old people will be killed.
No one will come to save them.
No one will care about them.
Just like the innkeeper said.
"It's useless to report it, because no one will report it."
Ning Xue's fists were clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white.
He wanted to find Sasuke and ask what Orochimaru wanted to do.
At the same time, he was also confused as to why he always encountered these things.
From Chunin Ninja Exams to Land of Demons, the attack of Yomi, Sunagakure, the village destroyed by Sky Ninja, and this small town.
He was obviously just on his way, and this time he was just waiting for Sasuke. He just wanted to live a quiet life for a few days.
But why do he always encounter disasters and troubles?
Is he just unlucky?
Or...
He looked at the dark night sky above his head.
The moon has been mostly covered by clouds, leaving only a corner of the moonlight scattered on the earth.
Ning Xue looked at the waning moon and was silent for a long time.
Or is this the way the world is?
Those who have no power can only be trampled on and slaughtered like ants.
Finally, he smoothed the broken hair in front of his forehead, and his fingertips touched the sticky hair.
He thought it was sweat, after all, he had killed too many people tonight.
But when he put down his hand and saw the dark red color in his palm through the moonlight, his movements stopped.
blood.
Hands full of blood.
Not your own.
It's someone else's.
Ning Xue's pupils shrank slightly, as if he just noticed the stickiness on his fingertips.
He slowly raised his other hand.
Same color, same feel.
I don't know since when, his hands have been stained with blood.
When did it start?
He lowered his eyes and looked at the half-dried dark red on his palms, and a picture suddenly flashed in his mind.
"Daisuke Be careful!!"
"Pfft--"
That was his first murder.
Not for the mission, not for the village.
Just for friends.
From that moment on, his hands were never clean again.
Ning Xue sat against the wall, lowered his head, and looked at the waning moon in the puddle that was completely covered by clouds.
He suddenly laughed.
The smile was very light, very faint, with a hint of indescribable bitterness.
"Ninja world..."
He murmured in a low voice, his voice was so light that it could be blown away by a gust of wind.
"You win."