Night, early morning, cold darkness, deep and desperate.

Other places must be brightly lit at this time.

Ohnoki had not seen a village like this for a long time, although it had only been a few years before electric lights illuminated the night and people enjoyed light in the darkness.

I still remember when I was a child, I was reluctant to light even a candle, but what kind of mood did I feel when I looked at the night.

Under the dark night, Ohnoki looked at the village in front of him, the wordless silence echoing in his ears.

Some memories come to mind.

It's fear, and terror.

At that time, under the cover of night, ninjas hid among them and fought with each other. Adults always warned children not to go out at night, otherwise they would be easily killed by ninjas with knives. Every morning, under the bright light, they would be among the jungle. On the grass, on the gravel path in the mountains, dark red blood stains and the shredded limbs of the ninja were found.

At this time, what was tumbling in my heart was the same terror.

No, it is a more ominous and desperate horror.

Flocks of crows were neatly arranged on roofs, wires, and bridge railings, and their crows sounded from time to time in the dead night.

Those crows are dead, but they are still alive. Their bodies are full of ulcers. Their blood and flesh are mixed with squirming white worms falling off. Although their wings with broken feathers are vibrating, they can no longer fly. Their scarlet bloodshot eyes are constantly scanning coldly. Come.

In the darkness, every household has its doors and windows closed, and it is pitch black inside without a trace of human beings. Looking from a distance, there are sparse lights dotting it in a deserted way.

It seems to be a reminder that there are still people alive, but it seems that there are not many.

The cold and cruel sobs came faintly along the cold night wind, making it even more desolate.

The wind blew the leaves, and among the cold rustling sounds, the sound of something crawling seemed far away, yet so close, ringing clearly in my ears.

That was on the street in front of me. Among the dark red dried blood stains, large pieces of white worms seemed to have died. They were in groups, blocking the only way to pass. They squirmed slowly, and from time to time they bent their upper bodies and squirmed and spread their hideous worms. The big mouth is densely packed and twisted, longing for blood and killing.

Corpses, corpses, corpses, corpses.

Meat, meat, meat, meat, meat.

He seemed to be murmuring these words constantly.

Like a dining table, the dripping blood cloth is filled with sumptuous meals.

The cattle and sheep that broke through the corral fell one after another on the roadside, with worms crawling around their broken bodies.

Cats and dogs fell down one after another along the street, and in their open bellies, dark red and almost black plasma continued to flow thickly.

There were also feathers all over the ground, as if covered with black snowflakes, and bird carcasses fell within everything visible.

Occasionally, you can see a cold, blood-stained forehead protector, and not far from it is an extremely mutilated corpse that has been chewed.

It's clear that a lot has been laid out, but the terrifying demon who is never satisfied with his greed seems to be craving for more.

Full of terror and malice, it watches everyone who steps into this hell.

Ohnoki was floating in the air, hesitating and not daring to move forward.

The deepest terror is terrifying because of the unknown, and the most desperate terror is terrifying because of understanding.

What kind of horror is this?

It's both.

Wave after wave of chill washed over the skin, bone marrow, heart, and brain.

His mind was roaring, bursts of stars were rising, and he was feeling dizzy, taking control of his body and mind.

For a moment, I felt like I was back when I was a child. When I looked at the dark night, the fear and fear that penetrated my bones were like a big hand tightly holding my heart.

It became tighter and tighter, more and more painful, and gradually, I couldn't breathe.

Aburame Bughime!

What kind of person is she.

Not long ago, Onoki was contemptuous.

Playing with the backs of bugs, no matter how many bugs there are, what will happen? If the dust is swept away, they will all be dust.

But now, he deeply understood that she was the most terrifying kunoichi in the world.

The figure floating in the air swayed, as if on the verge of collapse.

When he came back to his senses from a daze, the painful moans and cries of the ninja behind him seemed to come from far away from the horizon.

"I don't want to die!"

"help me!"

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

"vomit!"

To be honest, it's not very painful, it's more of a phantom pain caused by fear.

But Onoki couldn't really feel what they were feeling.

In the past, no matter how strong the tough guy was, no matter how cruel the torture was, the outstanding ninja who remained calm was now crying like a delicate flower.

Onoki only felt that it was unreal, and he continued to move forward with the defeated team.

Where will the village go? Do you want a humble surrender in exchange for Konoha's forgiveness and mercy?

What should I, a Tsuchikage, do? How can I continue to lead everyone to explore the future in such a desperate situation?

Iwagakure's troops came back in tears. When they left, they were in high spirits. The villagers sent each other off warmly, but now no one greeted them.

The village was unresponsive, as if dead.

Onoki moved forward, biting his lip tightly, blood leaving the corners of his mouth, and he was too numb to feel the severe pain.

No matter what, Iwagakure must gather his emotions, face the next difficulties, and continue this despair and terror until the end.

The healthy Iwagakure began the next intense work. It was late at night, and after exhausting fighting and traveling, he could not sleep. Many people reached their limit, but they could only grit their teeth and hold on.

One after another, Iwagakure ninjas were admitted to the hospital.

Onoki entered the hospital. People lying on the playground, on the floor, in the corridor, and on the hospital bed struggled to get up, with pairs of hopeful eyes piercing Onoki's body.

Facing these looks, Onoki just wanted to fly faster.

"It's Lord Tsuchikage!"

"Lord Tsuchikage is back!"

"We are saved!"

"Lord Tsuchikage will definitely save us!"

Yes, I will save you. Looking back, Onoki only felt cold.

Many people in the crowd were almost covered with skin and bones, and were so thin that they looked like living skeletons. Among the deep-set cheeks and eye sockets, only one pair of eyeballs was still full and energetic, but the protruding big eyeballs were also Extraordinarily ferocious and terrifying.

This guy looked like he was going to die, but he was still alive, reminding everyone all the time.

The flesh is being eaten by worms.

And your time is running out.

Ohnoki clenched his fists and looked slowly.

Some people were lying on the ground sluggishly, staring at the ceiling sluggishly, their sluggish eyes had lost their light, and they were sluggishly waiting for death.

Letting the stinky excrement soak into the body, worms were having a carnival around him, motionless as if they were already dead.

Just the slight rise and fall of his chest seemed to prove that he was still alive.

He no longer looks like a person.

Like a ghost.

And some people seem to have turned into ghosts, dancing around like demons, smiling stupidly, and doing all kinds of crazy and weird behaviors.

Onoki's eyes fell on the ninja he knew.

The skinny body can still vaguely recognize his former appearance. It is difficult to imagine that not long ago he was a big man with broad shoulders and a round waist.

"What is he doing?"

Following Ohnoki's line of sight and looking at the dancing patients, the medical ninja said, "I'm fighting the enemy, just in my imagination."

"Illusion?"

"It's almost like there's something wrong with the brain." The medical ninja said, "Unfortunately, some bugs got there along with the blood circulation."

"To put it bluntly, he is crazy, has cognitive impairment, and will engage in all kinds of abnormal behaviors."

"Can you still recover?" This man is an excellent ninja, and Onoki doesn't want to lose him.

"I don't know. We can't determine the extent of the damage." The medical ninja said, "Unless his brain is opened, he will die and the insects will run wild."

"Some colleagues believe that these bugs secrete special drugs that control and confuse their cognition, causing them to lose their ability to resist and think."

Ohnoki looked away and looked at the other person.

He was hitting the wall constantly, over and over again, mechanically, and his forehead was blood red.

Ohnoki didn't know what he was thinking at this time.

"He thought he was a woodpecker. He tried to fly away before and fell from the second floor."

The medical ninja explained numbly.

How ridiculous!

The big wild tree is like a lump in the throat.

He looked at another person, who was sitting next to a sluggish patient, waiting expectantly.

After waiting for the patient's body to twitch, he happily stretched out his hand, as happy as a child, and put it in his mouth to taste.

Onoki knew what he was thinking.

Oh, I'm eating.

It looks pretty normal.

Will all my Iwagakure Elites look like this in the future?

Like the abyss of the ocean, Onoki was overwhelmed by a boundless sense of powerlessness.

He turned his head, not daring to look any further, speeding up, and fled the place in embarrassment.

This **** of despair where demons dance.

"Get out! I want to be quiet!"

When he was the only one left in the room, Onoki bent his old waist in severe pain, retching weakly and disgustingly.

"vomit!"

The sound of vomiting kept echoing.

Ohnoki collapsed and burst into tears.

He regretted it.

Okay, why should I provoke her?