The person who recorded it suddenly shrank his pupils and took a step back instinctively.
"You... who are you?!"
Ning Xue did not answer.
The next second, his figure disappeared from the spot.
Ice Blade drew a cold arc under the light.
Blood splattered everywhere, forming a layer of dark red on the flawless white surface of Ice Blade.
Ning Xue did not look back at the fallen corpses, but silently Hand Seals with one hand.
"Bang, bang, bang--"
Several Water Clone appeared from his side, their faces were the same as his, and their white hair was particularly eye-catching in the dark cellar.
Without any hesitation, they turned and rushed towards the cells on both sides of the corridor.
"Click, click--"
The sound of the chain breaking came one after another, and the rusty iron lock was like paper in front of Ice Blade.
The fence doors were pushed open one after another, making a harsh creaking sound.
In the cell, those huddled in the corner raised their heads.
Their eyes were dull and blank, like a group of animals accustomed to darkness that were suddenly blinded by light.
Some people shrank back, some hugged the children who were captured together with them, and some stared blankly at the white figures at the door, their lips trembling but unable to make any sound.
"Get up."
Ning Xue's voice is calm, but it carries an unquestionable power.
"I'll take you out to fight."
The crowd was in commotion.
Those expressions that had been numb for a long time finally flashed with light after hearing these words.
No, to be more precise, hope!
They stumbled up, some holding on to the wall, some supporting their companions, and some holding the unconscious child as they staggered out of the cell.
But some people didn't move.
Those who had been tortured to the point of being unable to move, those who lay on the straw mats and could not even turn over, could only open their eyes and watch those who could walk pass by them one by one.
No one looked at them, no one stopped.
They have been abandoned.
Ning Xue paused for a moment. He looked at the figures lying in the dark corner, was silent for a moment, and then spoke, his voice still calm.
"Those who can move, take care of those who cannot move."
Several people in the crowd hesitated, turned around, and carried those who could not move on their backs.
More people did not look back, but quickened their pace and rushed out desperately.
Ning Xue doesn't blame them.
Not many people are willing to look back after staying in this kind of place for so long.
The movement in the cell quickly alerted the guards deep in the cellar.
"Who?!"
"Someone robbed the prison--!!"
Noisy shouts came from the end of the corridor, and chaotic footsteps got closer and closer.
A group of wandering ninjas rushed out from the depths of the tunnel, holding Kunai and short knives in their hands. When they saw the released people, their expressions suddenly changed.
"Stop them! Don't let anyone escape!"
Ning Xue There is no looking back.
He just raised his hand, and two Water Clone swept out from his side and rushed towards the group of guards.
Ice Blade flashed with cold light in Kakkō, the sword flashed and blood splashed everywhere.
Screams, the sound of metal clashing, and the muffled sound of bodies falling to the ground intertwined in the corridor.
Ning Xue didn't look again and continued to lead the crowd towards the exit.
The exit is just ahead.
The light shines in from the end of the tunnel, no longer the dim glow of torches, but the real white light from the sun.
Those who had been imprisoned for an unknown length of time saw the light and walked faster. Some even fell down and got up again, rolling forward and crawling forward.
Ning Xue rushed out of the tunnel, and the dazzling sunlight made him squint slightly.
He stood at the exit and glanced around.
Outside, the wandering ninjas who were sitting around lazily had noticed the movement here.
They stood up one after another, some were putting on clothes, some were touching weapons, and some were rubbing their eyes.
"What's going on?"
"Someone ran out--!!"
"Quick! Stop them quickly--!!"
A man who looked like a leader rushed out of his tent and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Don't fucking sleep anymore! Someone is robbing the prison! Get up, everyone!"
The wandering ninjas who were still napping were awakened by the voice, and rushed out of the tent one by one. Some of them didn't even wear shoes. They were holding Kunai and looked around blankly.
Ning Xue glanced roughly.
More than a hundred people, densely packed, were scattered in all directions around the hill.
At this moment, he was not in the mood to kill one by one. He only raised his hand and mobilized the Chakra in his body, Hand Seals said.
"Ice Release, Swallow Snowstorm."
As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of Ice Swallow, as white as jade, condensed out of thin air. Although each one was only the size of a palm, it exuded a frightening chill.
As Ning Xue waved his arm, those Ice Swallow shot out in all directions like raindrops.
Before those wandering ninjas had time to react, Ice Swallow had hit the target accurately.
Some were shot in the chest, some in the throat, and some in the forehead.
No one is in vain, no one is wasted.
The moment they were hit, their bodies were quickly covered with frost, their skin turned pale, their blood coagulated, and their expressions froze in a moment of horror.
One after another, the ice sculptures stand in place, maintaining their last posture in life.
Some are still running, some are still shouting, and some are still holding Kunai.
The wind blew, but the ice sculpture remained motionless.
More than a hundred people were all solved in less than ten seconds.
Ning Xue retracted his hand, turned around, and looked at the trembling people sitting on the ground.
They looked at the ice sculptures, their eyes full of shock, and a trace of fear that even they themselves were unaware of.
"Don't be stunned."
Ning Xue's voice is still calm.
"Go to those camps and get the food and weapons."
The crowd was stunned for a moment, and then it was like waking up from a dream.
A few brave young people rushed into the camp first, dug out dry food, water bags, Kunai, and short knives, and distributed them to others.
Some people took the food and stuffed it into their mouths hungrily, some held water bags and drank desperately, and some held the dagger tightly in their hands until their knuckles turned white.
Ning Xue pointed in the east direction and spoke calmly.
"There is a lake a few kilometers over there. Everyone go there and wait for me."
The movement of the crowd paused.
They raised their heads, looked at the white-haired man, and then looked at each other.
Some people have already started walking to the east, some are still hesitating, and some are holding food and running in the opposite direction without looking back.
Ning Xue looked at the figures running away, but did not pursue them or speak.
He can save this kind of people once, but he can't save them forever.
What I can do has been done.
More people chose to obey.
They supported each other, carried those who were unable to move, and held their children in their arms, staggering toward the east in the direction pointed by Ning Xue.
Two Water Clone followed the team on both sides, their white hair particularly eye-catching in the sun.
With the current Chakra capacity of Ning Xue, it is more than enough to support these two clones for several kilometers.
Watching the crowd go away, Ning Xue turned around and walked into the cellar again.
In the tunnel, Kakkō is still swaying.
But the smell of blood has solidified into reality.
The cells on both sides of the corridor were empty, leaving only the bodies of those who had died silently.
Ning Xue didn't look at them.
He walked through the long corridor, opened the door again, and returned to the room filled with corpses.
Two Water Clone were standing in the room, covered in blood.
It's not their own blood, it's those of the guards.
Dozens of corpses lay scattered on the ground, all of which were wandering ninjas who had just rushed in to intercept them.
Ning Xue glanced at them and said nothing.
Water Clone people understood, turned into two pools of clear water, and dissipated.
Ning Xue was the only person left in the room.
He stood in front of the pile of corpses and looked at the bodies that had been discarded casually.
Then, he Hand Seals with both hands.
"Fire Release."
Several small fireballs erupted from his mouth and landed on the pile of corpses, the corners, and the blood-stained straw mats.
The flames spread quickly, swallowing up the ferocious expressions, the purple skin, and the rough sutures.
Kakkō is reflected on Ning Xue's mask, making his shadow very long.
He stood there, watching the flames burning more and more fiercely, watching the bodies twisting, blackening, and turning into ashes in the fire.
Sorry, I can't bury you.
He muttered it silently in his mind without speaking it out loud.
But the flames reflected on the lenses of the mask seemed to reflect his heart at the moment.
Then, he spoke.
The sound was not loud, but it echoed clearly in this empty space.
"Do you want to continue reading? Orochimaru?"
The sound echoed in the corridor, passed through the crackle of the fire, passed through the barrier of the wall, and reached the ears of the figure who had been hiding in the darkness.
Silence.
There was a long silence.
Then, a low, hoarse laugh with a hint of laziness came from deep in the corridor.
The laughter was unhurried, as if seeping from the darkness far away, with some indescribable playfulness.
"Hehehe..."
Footsteps sounded, slowly and slowly, one after another, echoing in the empty corridor.
The flame was still burning, stretching Ning Xue's shadow very long, casting it on the opposite wall, flickering brightly and dimly.
The figure finally walked out of the darkness.
Under the light of Kakkō, his skin is as pale as paper, his long black hair is casually draped over his shoulders, and the erect pupils in his golden eyes carry an inhuman coldness and shrewdness.
Orochimaru.
He stood there, tilting his head, looking at the white-haired boy in front of him.
His eyes swept over Ning Xue's mask and the spreading white vertical lines.
Then, he laughed.
That smile was very light and faint, but it made people shudder.
"It's so sharp. I wanted to appreciate it for a while longer."
He stretched out his long tongue and slowly licked his lips, a trace of unconcealable interest flashed in his golden vertical pupils.
"After all, you don't see such an interesting performance every day."