The perspective changes to Ning Xue.
Land of Fields border.
The afterglow of the setting sun scattered across the earth, illuminating the sky with a dim glow.
Ning Xue was walking alone in the desolate mountains and fields, his pace was slow and unhurried.
The surroundings were quiet, with only the rustle of the wind blowing through the weeds and the occasional call of night birds in the distance.
I don't know how long he walked, but I only remember walking from late night to early morning, and from early morning to dawn.
No rest, no pause.
He crossed riverbeds one after another and crossed countless thorns.
There are no people in the mountains and forests late at night, only the wind and the chirping of insects in my ears.
His brain is still running, thinking about everything that happened yesterday.
Orochimaru.
Abandoned mine.
Are the young people who were captured alive?
Ning Xue shook his head and threw those distracting thoughts out of his mind.
He knows that people like Orochimaru are inhumane. If they fall into their hands, they will either die or be disabled.
After all, as a villain, he would not regard the lives of civilians as his fate.
He also knew that he might not be able to save it, but he could only try his best to do the things in front of him.
And he needs to fight. A high-quality fight will yield much more than ordinary training.
Looking at the white fish belly in front of him, Ning Xue stopped.
Looking at the Camel Mountain mound not far away, which was clearly visible under the sunlight, Ning Xue squinted his eyes and recognized it carefully for a moment.
It should be there.
He withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.
The pace was a little faster than before, but also more cautious.
Under Byakugan, everything around you is invisible.
But he didn't see any Chakra fluctuations, nor did he see any ambush.
There was only dead silence.
But as the distance gradually got closer, Ning Xue finally saw clearly the whole picture behind the Camel Mountain.
The field of vision penetrates layers of rock and soil, and the internal structure of the mountain is clearly presented.
Behind the hill, there is a hidden depression with a man-made tunnel that leads directly to the depths behind the mountain.
There are two guards guarding the entrance of the tunnel.
On the periphery, there were also many figures moving around.
Wearing messy camouflage uniforms, they were no different from the group that attacked the village.
Some were leaning under the trees and smoking, some were chatting in groups, and some were lying lazily on the rocks to bask in the sun.
Without Forehead Protector, the movements are sloppy and the alertness is not high.
But there were a lot of people. At a rough look, there were at least thirty or forty people scattered in all directions around the hill.
Ning Xue took back Byakugan, silently calculating in his heart.
It's not impossible to break in forcefully, but the movement is too loud, and it's not clear how many people are still under the tunnel.
The best way is to sneak in.
His eyes swept across the patrolling wandering ninjas, and finally locked on a lone target.
The man was leaning against a big tree with his head lowered, as if he was taking a nap.
Ning Xue approached silently, his body swept out of the weeds like a ghost, and the knife in his hand accurately cut the man's back neck.
The man didn't even have time to let out a muffled groan before he fell down softly.
Ning Xue caught his body and silently dragged him into the grass.
Then, he Hand Seals with both hands.
"Transformation Technique."
The smoke dissipated, and a face exactly like that of the wandering ninja appeared on the spot.
Unkempt and slovenly.
Ning Xue moved around a bit and after making sure there was no problem, he imitated the gait of those wandering ninjas, walking loosely Earth Flow, occasionally stretching and yawning.
No one noticed him.
In other words, who would care about him if he didn't wake up so early?
Ning Xue Earth Flow walked along the back of the hill slowly, but his eyes were secretly observing the surrounding terrain, anticipating the best escape route.
Then, he walked up to the two guards and said bluntly.
"Shift change."
His voice was hoarse, imitating the tone of those guys, with a hint of impatience.
The two people were a little confused when they were told this.
Ah, what shift?
One of them saw that the other person was so impatient, and his tone was also unkind.
"Did you fall asleep or are you confused? We are in the cellar, so which round do you have to take over from the outside?"
Ning Xue was stunned when he heard this, and then quickly scanned the surroundings to confirm that no one had noticed it, so he decisively stretched out his hand.
"Hey, what are you looking at..."
"Click."
The man didn't even have time to react or even finish his words before he collapsed softly.
Then, "click", another person followed closely behind.
Ning Xue caught the two bodies and leaned gently against the rock wall.
Then he used his hands Hand Seals to separate two clones and transformed into the appearance of these two guards, stationed here.
After doing all this, he dragged the two bodies towards the tunnel.
After dragging for a while and making sure that no one outside could see inside, they dropped the two people here.
Go all the way down the narrow tunnel.
There was a torch every few meters on both sides of the wall, Kakkō swaying, making his shadow grow longer and shorter.
There was a damp, musty smell in the air, mixed with the smell of blood like rust. The smell became stronger the deeper you went.
Ning Xue smelled the smell and frowned, and didn't stop until he reached a door at the end.
The smell in front of the door became more and more pungent, and he couldn't help but imagine the unknown behind the door.
Then, he turned on Byakugan.
But the moment his vision expanded and penetrated the iron door, he froze.
Within Byakugan's field of vision, dense Chakra light spots were like Fire Fly insects in the night sky, crowding the huge space deep in the cellar.
Not a few, not dozens, at least hundreds.
Most of those light spots are weak and dim, they are the Chakra of ordinary people.
Some are so weak that they are almost imperceptible, like a candle that is about to go out.
Ning Xue's hand stayed on the door panel for a long time.
He took a deep breath and pushed open the iron door.
"Squeak--"
The rusty door shaft made a harsh friction sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent cellar.
The scene behind the door is like hell.
The huge underground space is divided into cells one after another by wooden fences.
Inside the fence, densely packed figures were huddled on dirty straw mats, including men, women, and even children.
Their clothes were already in tatters, revealing their skinny bodies underneath.
The skin is covered with bruises and scars, old and new, layer upon layer.
The air was filled with a pungent stench, the smell of sweat, blood, and excrement left in the corner.
Ning Xue stood at the door, looking at everything in front of him, his body froze.
The people in the cell heard the noise, some raised their heads, and some didn't.
Those who raised their heads looked at him with dull eyes.
There was no fear, no hatred, no pleading, or even hope in his eyes.
There is only numbness.
It was a kind of numbness that even fear and hatred could not overcome after being tortured to the extreme.
They looked at Ning Xue like a breeder coming to deliver feed.
Won't resist, won't plead, won't run away.
Just wait.
Waiting to be fed, waiting to be dragged away, waiting to be killed.
Ning Xue's heartbeat gradually intensified, and his breathing gradually became heavier.
It wasn't because I was too stuffy in this confined space, but because I felt extremely angry after seeing this scene.
He forced himself to look away, but his clenched fists and the blood flowing from his nails digging into his flesh all represented his mood at the moment.
At the same time.
Deep inside the laboratory.
Orochimaru was leaning down in front of the microscope to observe something, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had discovered something interesting.
Then, his hand suddenly stopped.
The golden snake eyes narrowed slightly, and the vertical pupils shrank into a thin line.
There seemed to be something different in the air.
It's very weak, so weak that ordinary ninjas can't even detect it.
But his body won't lie to him, that's the snake's instinct.
Some kind of strange smell that didn't belong here invaded his lair.
Orochimaru straightened up, slowly turned his head, and looked at the iron door in the corner of the laboratory.
The dangerous light belonging to snakes was reflected in those vertical pupils.
After feeling it carefully, he was silent for a moment, put down the items in his hands, stuck out his tongue, and gently licked his lips.
"What a reckless boy."