While hugging Little Linger, Nangong Zhe suddenly noticed a little movement in the forest on his left. After nodding to Little Linger and Mashiro behind him, Nangong Zhe let go of Little Linger in his arms. The power under his feet instantly erupted, and his whole body was like a huge bird flying through the sky, rushing straight into the forest.
After entering the forest, the obvious man-made traces on the ground became more and more conspicuous. However, Nangong Zhe still had some doubts in his heart, because according to the usual behavior of a ninja, in such a place where there were no obvious paths and trees, one would generally rely on one's physical advantage and a certain amount of Chakra's assistance to move between the branches.
But now, Nangong Zhe could see that most of the traces were on the ground, and they were very obvious. Obviously, they weren't covered up properly. This kind of trace didn't seem like the quality of a ninja, and it was very likely that it was left behind by an ordinary person. But considering the miserable situation of the village and the aura of the tailed beast, Nangong Zhe felt that he shouldn't let down his guard, so he also took out the Heaven's Disaster Sword and its scabbard, and slowed down his speed.
While slowly moving forward, Nangong Zhe's hand that was holding the Heaven's Disaster Sword's hilt also slowly became tighter and tighter. Suddenly, Nangong Zhe suddenly pulled out his sword. The Heaven's Disaster Sword didn't leave its scabbard, but directly slashed towards a big tree behind Nangong Zhe. After a moment, the big tree fell down, and Nangong Zhe's figure was already standing behind the fallen tree.
A man who looked to be in his forties or fifties, wearing rough clothes, was sitting on the ground, paralyzed with fear. Although Nangong Zhe's Heaven's Disaster Sword was wrapped in the scabbard, it was pointed directly at the man's throat. On the man's body, the hair on his body stood up. Obviously, even if the Heaven's Disaster Sword was dormant in the scabbard, it was still dangerous for Nangong Zhe.
The man's eyes stared straight at the Heaven's Disaster Sword in Nangong Zhe's hand, and his eyes were a little numb. It was a kind of numbness that was filled with fear. The man's body was slightly trembling, and his mouth was muttering something. Nangong Zhe tried his best to listen carefully. Finally, he heard what the man was saying.
"Don't kill me!"
"Monster … Monster …"
"Don't, don't hurt my family … I'll kill you! Fight!!! "
"Girl … What's wrong with you. Don't scare father, open your eyes, don't fall asleep … "
"My … My home … It's gone … It's gone …"
Gradually, the man who was still staring blankly at Nangong Zhe's scabbard held his head tightly, and the murmuring voice turned into a heart-wrenching roar. The kind of man who lost everything he cherished, who clearly hoped that he could accompany his everything to disappear, was lucky and unlucky to continue living in this world.
"Poor man …"
Different from before, Nangong Zhe's heart quietly began to breed a kind of emotion called 'pity'. Didn't he also lose everything he was familiar with? Although he was still young at that time, and might not have felt such strong emotions, he would have been driven by the strong desire for revenge in his heart. If he wasn't careful, he might have walked on a path of self-destruction.
In that case, wasn't the seal that was engraved on his body a good way to maintain his original heart? Nangong Zhe was actually very satisfied with the days he was living with his sister Nangong Rou, Mashiro, and Little Linger. The extreme emotions that he originally had because he was deceived and coaxed had already disappeared for the current Nangong Zhe.
Therefore, Nangong Zhe was filled with sympathy for this man who had a similar experience as him and had already embarked on the path of self-destruction. Instead of letting him torture himself in the human world, Nangong Zhe didn't mind offering his' pity 'to this man.
"Brother Nangong … Wait …"
Just as Nangong Zhe unsheathed the Calamity Sword in his hand, Little Linger's voice sounded behind Nangong Zhe. Obviously, she couldn't wait for Nangong Zhe to return, so she brought Mashiro here.
"Little Linger …" Seeing Little Linger walking over, Nangong Zhe's eyebrows slightly knitted together. Because Nangong Zhe didn't want Little Linger to see him killing people, he said to Little Linger in a serious tone, "Bring your sister Mashiro to the side first, I'll be done soon …"
After saying that, she looked at the pitiful and pathetic man who was immersed in his own world with a sharp gaze.
"Brother, what I mean is that I might be able to get some useful information from him. He's a neighbor who often helped me and my grandfather when I was young. After this … "Little Ling Er's eyes were filled with determination and sadness," After this, I hope that Big Brother will be able to stop him from living such a painful life! "
Hearing Little Linger's words, Nangong Zhe finally looked at the child he watched grow up. Unknowingly, Little Linger was no longer the little girl who only knew how to act coquettishly. Instead, she was a mature person who could make her own decisions.
He nodded and made room for Little Linger. Little Linger walked to the man's side and slowly squatted down so that she could be at the same level as the man. Little Linger tried to make her voice as soft as possible, and at the same time, she used some of the illusion principles she learned in the ninja school. Finally, she opened her mouth …
"Uncle … Uncle … I know that you're very sad right now, but you can't immerse yourself in sadness like this, right?"
Little Linger's voice sounded very ethereal, as if it came from the end of the sky. However, after listening carefully, it sounded like she was whispering in his ear. It was this extremely conflicting feeling that made the man whose thoughts were in a mess, at this moment, a trace of clarity appeared in his eyes.
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