People are in Hokage, start with an old tree on the grave of Jinglingting

Boom boom boom!

The closed door was knocked rhythmically.

"Who? No business today!"

Dong Dong...An even more urgent knock on the door was answered.

Forced and helpless, the owner of the antique shop opened the crack of the door and looked out. His face stiffened instantly, and cold sweat oozes from his forehead. What caught his eyes from the crack of the crack of the door was a pair of squinted eyes that went back and forth, with a stick beside him. Zhang Senbai's terrifying mask.

again,

came back?

"Boss, it's still early before dark, why are you in such a hurry to close the door so early?" A concerned voice came from under the mask, a pale and slender arm stretched out, with five fingers gently pinching a wooden bottle upside down.

Did he find out that the wooden bottle was a fake?

but,

Didn't I take the money~

"Is there a problem?" the owner of the antique shop stammered.

"The boss didn't collect the money just now. I thought about it, and my conscience was a little bit hard, so I came back to express my thanks." Kaguya Naijian added sincerely, "The boss is a good person~"

"No, you're welcome!" The stiff cheeks of the antique shop owner relaxed slightly.

"In that case, please ask the boss to do me another favor..." Kaguya Naomi put the wooden bottle back into the boss's hand and politely helped him close his fingers to grasp the bottle, "It's just a simple little Just busy."

"..." The antique shop owner was stunned.

After half an hour.

Dressed in black, with a black hood on his head, the brim of the hat was pulled down, the owner of the antique shop who wanted to hide his whole body in his clothes went out, and hurriedly walked towards the west corner of the town, which was the black market.

In the imperceptible shadow behind him, two looming black robes hung far behind him.

"Can it work? It's a very clumsy trick. Anyone with a discerning eye can detect that it's a trap, right?" Kaguya Nanami wondered whether Ichimaru Gin's trick would work.

"Greed can blind people's eyes. Sometimes, even if they know there are traps ahead, how many people can suppress the greed in their hearts?"

The corners of Shimaru Gin's lips curled up slightly, and he explained firmly: "First of all, the bait is very heavy, and the value of supercilious eyes is self-evident to ninjas, and few ninjas can't be tempted; There's a trap, and then they're likely to turn the corner again and realize it's not necessarily for them, so cleverness and luck will lure them into the bait; in the end, someone will have to take the bait! "

Kaguya Najian just didn't turn the corner for a while, this will chew on the deceitfulness in Ichimaru Gin's words, and it will become clear immediately. This is probably the influence of those who are close to vermilion and those who are close to ink~

Behind the seemingly clumsy double trap of random killing + fishing law enforcement is actually designed, this squinting eye is really bad, I have to pay attention to improving my moral standards in the future, so as not to go astray!

"There is still a little rush of time, otherwise we can spread the net wider and catch more fish; now we can only fish in this fixed fish pond, and the number that can be caught in the end is only [-]%. I'm pinning my hopes on the stock of the fish pond itself, and I hope there will be suitable skeletons for Nirvana Mayuri."

Ichimaru Gin sighed slightly melancholy, for perfectionists, randomness is always a last resort choice, lacking the beauty of the soul.

"You're right, so after awakening Nirvana Cocoon, our next stop plan is to go to Ninja Village, whether it's hiding in the Great Ninja Village to eat bonuses, or simply occupying a small Ninja Village to grow, it won't be possible to go to Ninja Village again. It's as busy as it is now." Hui Ye Nai Jian has not yet decided whether to bet big or small.

I was thinking,

in case,

Ordinary people can also pull wool,

that,

Just fly all over the world,

then,

Take the route of towns encircling the countryside!

I didn't think about it, I died, and I still have to follow the model of establishing a base in the countryside~

They were following, chatting, and thinking... Over there, the owner of the antique shop, who was walking heavily and feeling anxious, had been parked at the entrance of the black market for a full 2 ​​minutes. It was not that he had never thought about dropping his pick and turning around and running away, but like Mang, The gaze on his back was like a cold and slippery poisonous snake, entwining itself on his back like a shadow. Not to mention escaping, he didn't even dare to look back.

Those two bastards were hiding in an invisible corner behind them and watching him all the way!

The owner of the antique shop gritted his teeth and stomped into the black market. It was not his first time in the black market, but today's black market felt particularly eerie to him. The vendors selling goods inside had cunning faces, the smuggling gangsters had cold eyes, and the ronin samurai looked perverse. , there are also sneaky human traffickers hiding in darker corners, pimps selling meat, and thieves looking around everywhere with sly eyebrows... Sobbing, shouting, and scolding are paired with the smell of garbage and corpse rot. The stench of sweat and alcohol mixed together strangely to form a mixed smell that filled the air.

This is where the black market, law and morality are packaged and thrown down the drain, and unsurprisingly the most popular place in a depressed town.

Walking all the way in, in the innermost part, some people with disguised faces and figures came in and out here. They looked similar to the costumes of antique shop owners, and they all carefully observed with their eyes exposed.

If you tear off your coat,

There is a high probability that the clothes hidden are vicious murderers, samurai licking blood, or terrorists of some dangerous organizations, or even traitors who are wanted by Ninja Village for rewards, and antique shop owners who are manipulated by remote control. Ordinary people, as well as the essential eyeliner of all kinds of intelligence.

ordinary people,

ninja,

Through a layer of camouflage, they all walked here tacitly as bounty hunters.

The lights were extremely dim, and everyone's figures were covered in the darkness, like a group of ghosts and monsters who couldn't see the light. The owner of the antique shop held his breath and slowly moved towards the hall.

"Publish, receive, complete?"

asked the recorder, who was stooped, with cloudy eyes, and looked like he would die in the next second.

"Post a mission!"

The voice of the owner of the antique shop trembled. He took out a wooden bottle from his pocket with a stiff arm. His fingers were white with sweat, and he accidentally dropped the wooden bottle on the desk. A white and translucent eyeball rolled out from inside, gliding and dragging out a transparent water mark.

dim light,

crooked water marks,

One,

white eyeballs,

It was like a child's scribbling, exposed in full view of the public without any warning, but strangely, the noise in the air suddenly stopped, leaving only the sound of breathing intertwined in the air...

"What mission?"

Carefully hooking the white eyes with wrinkled fingers, he slowly stuffed it back into the wooden bottle and screwed off the cork. The recorder's voice was even hoarse than before.

"Escort this item to Konoha, the country of fire. The reward after the task is completed will be paid by Konoha Village. The time limit for the task release is 2 hours. If no one picks it up within 2 hours, it will be considered as a mission invalidation. Someone will come naturally. Take this item."

The owner of the antique shop read this sentence word by word like a memorization, feeling that he had exhausted all his strength, and then he didn't listen to what the other party said, and ran away from the center of focus without looking back.

No one is stopping him from leaving!

because,

The wooden bottle with the Byakugan in it was quietly left on the desk, under everyone's surveillance...