Chapter 33: Soup Country, Strange Village, New Template (Monthly Ticket Request!!!)

Pah! Pah!

The crisp sound of horse hooves was accompanied by loud shouts.

"Huff! Boss, huff! Haven't we arrived yet? I, I feel so tired!"

"You're so tired after just a few steps off the horse. It seems that the usual training volume is still not enough. Why don't you double it on the original basis when you go back?"

"Ah?! I, I'm not tired! Who said I was tired!"

Yahiko, who was walking on foot, was panting while talking. In comparison, Kumokawa and Nagato, who were riding horses, were much more leisurely.

Three days had passed since they crossed the border and entered the territory of the Land of Fire.

"Stupid, stop complaining. If it weren't for my brother attracting the people from Konoha, we wouldn't even be able to get to the border of the Land of Fire. We would have to take a boat to bypass the Land of Fire."

"However, with your useless physique, you will definitely vomit until you are exhausted after sitting on the boat for a few days. It's a pity to miss that scene."

Maybe it was to vent pressure, or maybe he couldn't stand Yahiko.

Nagato rode his horse parallel to Yahiko, and said some sarcastic words, which made Yahiko glare at him.

Just before he fought back.

Accompanied by a burst of horse neighing, Kumokawa, who was wearing casual clothes, tightened the reins, and the horse under him also stopped.

Seeing Kumokawa, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped, Yahiko subconsciously looked up and looked ahead, and immediately showed an expression of tears of joy: "Woo woo woo! After walking for a day, I finally encountered a village!"

Not far in front of the few people, it was no longer an endless weed forest, but a path stretching into the distance.

Some building outlines can be vaguely seen, all thatched houses, with earth and stone walls and thatched roofs to keep out the rain, giving them a unique sense of simplicity and age.

The most conspicuous and most discordant thing is a tall building with huge arches and buttresses, all made of bricks and stones, which made Yunchuan take a closer look.

With his powerful vision blessed by the "Pure Eye", he can see a sign on the building.

It seems to be a circle with a triangle inside?

In addition, there are large tracts of barren fields on both sides of the path, and a few short and thin figures can be vaguely seen.

Those people are wearing short shirts and holding a shovel in their hands, as if they are filling the ground with soil.

As soon as Yunchuan and his friends walked onto the path, they looked up.

"Hey!" Yahiko jumped and waved to them, shouting, "Old man, can we borrow a room to rest for a while?"

Yunchuan did not stop his rash behavior, but squinted his eyes and looked at the people in the distance.

As if hearing the sound, three people came over.

"I am the village chief of this village. May I ask where you are from?"

The leader was an old man, leaning on a cane, who seemed to be in his forties or fifties. His old face was covered with wrinkles, but his smile and tone were very kind.

However, when he saw them, Nagato frowned.

The condition of this group of people seemed to be much better than that of the refugees from the Rain Country.

Each of them had a ruddy complexion, and was completely different from the normal refugees, who were pale and thin.

However, based on what they saw and heard along the way, they should be at the border of the Soup Country now.

They were neither protected by the Fire Country nor welcomed by the Soup Country. In the current chaotic situation in the Ninja World, could they still eat enough?

"..."

Although Nagato found many suspicious points, he didn't think his brother didn't find them. Since his brother didn't say anything, he also tacitly chose to remain silent.

"Old man, we are from the Land of Fire and want to go to the port of the Land of Hot Springs."

Yunchuan patted Yahiko who was about to speak, and said apologetically in a gentle tone: "This child's personality is so reckless, I hope you don't mind his rudeness."

"Excuse me, how far do we need to go to the port?"

"The port is far away." The old man shook his head, pointed to the east, and sighed, "It will take you one or two days to ride there on horseback, and the nearest village will take another half a day to walk, and the road is not easy to walk."

After that, he paused, looked at Yunchuan and the others, and smiled: "I see that you are with two children, so you should not be a bad person. If you don't mind, you can stay at my house for one night and leave tomorrow morning."

Stay?

No need to sleep in a tree?

Hearing this, Yahiko's eyes lit up.

But the recent training has been quite effective. He did not respond on his own initiative as before, but looked up at Yunchuan expectantly.

He is just more easily excited, and he is not stupid enough to distinguish the primary from the secondary.

"I can't let down the old man's kindness." Yunchuan didn't even look at him, and said with a smile on his face, "Then I'll trouble you, old man."

In this case, the four people and two horses walked towards the village.

"Old man, why are the fields here abandoned?"

"Alas, there were tea trees here, but the year was bad, and no one dared to pick them. If you picked them, you had to pay taxes, and the rent was 60% of the income. In the end, you have to pay a lot."

After these words came out, Yahiko, who had no idea about these things, looked at Yunchuan on the horse again.

Especially the old man's endless complaints, which made him change his perception of Yunchuan.

Greedy landlords dare to ask for 60% of the income for rent!

And normal landlords, the rent is 40% of the income.

In comparison, Yunchuan only wants 30% of the income, which is simply a philanthropist.

Moreover, almost all landlords used large measures for income and small measures for expenditure. They lent grain to farmers and used small measures for grain, and used large measures for rent collection.

Even if they were lucky enough to meet a kind noble, their servants would cheat, and there would be no big difference in the end.

For the first time, Yahiko felt the "kindness" of Kumokawa so deeply.

"By the way." The old man walked very slowly, and asked intentionally or unintentionally, "Can I ask you what you are doing at the port?"

"Ah, it's a long story..."

Hearing Kumokawa sigh with emotion, the old man thought he was going to make a long story short, and smiled as if he was listening, but then he heard Kumokawa suddenly change the subject:

"Since it's a long story, let's not talk about it. What's your name, old man?"

Huh?

As soon as he said this, Yahiko grunted, and his left foot tripped over his right foot, almost spraining his waist.

Immediately, he looked up at Kumokawa with a look of horror, and couldn't believe that he could tell a cold joke.

But isn't this way of changing the subject a bit too blunt?

"..." The smile on the old man's face also froze, and his wrinkled face looked very funny.

But he soon smiled again, shook his head and said, "Your temperament is that of an aristocrat. Don't tease me, an old man. People in the village call me Uncle Xiangshan."

Yunchuan smiled but did not comment. He walked all the way to the village, passed dozens of closed houses, came to a relatively clean courtyard, and took them into a side room.

There was nothing else in the room except two beds.

"I hope you can spend a pleasant night here."

The old man who opened the door turned and looked at Yunchuan, with a sincere smile on his wrinkled face.

"I also hope you can have a good dream tonight." Yunchuan responded with the same gentle smile.

Watching the old man slowly disappear after closing the door, Yunchuan shook his head and looked at this room.

It seems to be a temporary residence reserved for outsiders.

Obviously, they are not the only group of outsiders living here.

As for those before them...

"Ah!"

Yahiko threw himself on the bed and rolled over with a satisfied look on his face.

But the next second, he was lifted up by Yunchuan by the collar.

"That rotten smell that can't be covered by perfume, can't you smell it at all?"

Nagato said sarcastically, then walked to the bed and gently lifted the bed.

Yahiko, who was still struggling, looked down subconsciously, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his face turned pale because of the stench that hit him.

There was an empty space under the bed.

It was filled with pale and terrifying skeletons, and some corpses were not even completely rotten, and their shriveled and pale faces could still be vaguely seen.

"It seems that we have encountered a black shop."

Yunchuan chuckled and looked out the window.

I saw that the sunset was sinking over the wilderness in the distance. Unlike the sublime feeling brought by the hanging sun, the red sun over the barren land was very large, so large that it made people feel lonely at a glance.

The only background for it is the boundless sky and the boundless land. The sun setting towards the village is like a huge grave sleeping in the earth.

And the extremely tall stone building is the lonely tombstone on this grave.

That symbol...

"Evil God Cult?"

Yunchuan murmured in a low voice, his mind moved, and his consciousness sank into the depths of his mind.

[Defeat Tsunade [Youth], probability trigger, get a new template]

[Name: Carnage [Initial Symbiote]]

[World: Marvel]