Starting from Konoha, magic transforms all worlds

"This is not an apology to me, but an apology to my brother."

"No... no... I forgive him." The little cripple who came back to his senses said hurriedly, fearing that Wang Pangu would kill him if he spoke a second later.

Wang Pangu glanced at Xiaoqifan with some dissatisfaction, but he didn't expect Xiaoqifan to be so kind after accepting his ideas.

After thinking about it, Wang Pangu felt relieved again. Education is a long process. Ideas cannot be achieved overnight. No matter how kind you are, it is better than doing evil.

Now that the little disabled person has chosen to forgive, Wang Pangu no longer pursues the past, and the next step is to swear.

Wang Pangu looked at the short-haired boy again and found that the short-haired boy had a malicious look on his face.

The short-haired boy noticed that Wang Pangu looked at him and instantly changed into a harmless look, with a look of worry and fear on his face.

Wang Pangu frowned. The short-haired boy clearly had ulterior motives.

"How about killing him? To test the lie, you need to give him a clone system, which is probably a waste of mental energy."

Thinking of this, Wang Pangu became murderous again.

"Forget it! Although he is born with the appearance of a criminal, I can't judge a person by his appearance. Give him a chance. It's just 5 points of mental power. It's a waste. If I kill the wrong good person, I will have to bear the debt of conscience for the rest of my life."

After thinking about it, Wang Pangu walked towards the young man.

"You...what do you want to do!"

"I will let you go if you swear not to do evil again."

As soon as Wang Pangu finished speaking, the short-haired boy immediately said: "I swear I will never do evil again."

Wang Pangu frowned again, swearing so perfunctorily.

Even so, Wang Pangu decided to test the system because he wanted to be clear about it.

Wang Pangu reached out and picked up the short hair.

Shorthair changed from a lying position to a kneeling position, and asked tremblingly: "I have already sworn, what else do you want to do!"

"To be on the safe side, I'm going to leave something in your body. Don't resist, or you'll be responsible for the consequences."

After Wang Pangu finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to press the big bag on Short Hair's head and began to load the deleted version of the system into Short Hair.

"Ah!"

The short-haired boy screamed like a ghost and became incontinent on the spot, and a stench suddenly spread.

"I want to show off and make them relax their vigilance."

"There are still people who believe in swearing these days. What a fool."

"Damn it! Sooner or later, you idiots and disabled people will make your life worse than death."

"..."

The system faithfully transmitted the short-haired boy's true thoughts to Wang Pangu.

Wang Pangu's heart ached. Sure enough, his mental energy was wasted. This short-haired man didn't speak much harshly. If this ruthless energy is used on the right path, why worry about big things failing? Unfortunately, if the mind is crooked, the person will be useless. The higher the achievement, the greater the harm to the world. The bigger.

If long-haired people are evil spirits who do all kinds of evil, short-haired people are ghosts hiding in the crowd. Ghosts usually look like people but they want to eat people behind their backs. Hidden ghosts are much scarier than demons in the open.

"Have a good journey! Be a human being in the next life."

Chakra burst out from Wang Pangu's palm, directly destroying Short Hair's brain. He felt no burden in killing the devil.

The short-haired man bleeds from his seven orifices and cannot close his eyes, and the little cripple is dumbfounded.

"Ah!"

The boy with explosive hair let out a scream, his expression looked like an Internet-famous marmot, and he knelt down again.

Shorthair apologized and swore, but was finally killed. Is it his turn next?

The fried-haired boy was so frightened that he quickly begged for mercy.

"Brother! Dear brother! Spare your life."

Wang Pangu looked down on the hairy boy at first. In order to live without dignity, he would definitely be a traitor during the war if he looked like a slave.

But compared with this short hair, the fried hair is not much better. Although it is afraid of death, at least it looks the same. It is not shameful to be afraid of death. Only those who cherish their own life will cherish the lives of others. If a person does not even cherish his own life , how can you expect him to cherish other people's lives?

Seeing the hairy boy kneeling and begging for mercy, Wang Pangu was slightly stunned and immediately understood what was going on.

"Don't worry, Saonian! Although you are together, you are truly repentant and I won't kill you."

"Your friend showed remorse but wanted to take revenge afterwards. That's why I killed him."

At this moment, Wang Pangu looked at the handsome young man who looked the same on the outside, and suddenly felt much more pleasing to the eye, and was willing to waste his time explaining a few words to him.

"Thank you for not killing me, brother. I will definitely change my ways and be a new person."

"Remember your words, the thing I left in your body is called the Pangu System, which monitors your actions and thoughts at all times. If you think of any bad ideas, you know the consequences!"

Wang Pangu said as he glanced at the corpse on the ground, which made Zha Mao tremble with fear and screamed.

Wang Pangu is not talking nonsense. The system will automatically organize and arrange the memories. Using the system to view the memories is clearer than recalling them by yourself.

Of course, Wang Pangu cannot yet view other people's memories. Transmitting information requires skin contact and the consent of both parties. But Zha Mao does not know this. After seeing this magical system, he will surely be immersed in it for a long time in the future. The fear of being monitored by the system made him do bad things unless a knife was put to his neck.

The most indispensable thing in the ninja world is dead people. If a powerful ninja dies, he will die. No one cares about the lives of civilians except his relatives. No one will pursue the murderer if there is no interest involved.

Who among the people hanging out in the garbage dump is not an orphan? The fried hair they played with has turned against him. Now they only need to dispose of the body and the matter will be over.

Even though he was a murderer, if everyone knew about it, he would definitely get a bad reputation, and he would inevitably have to explain himself.

If they were in a more remote place, Wang Pangu would slap his butt and leave, leaving their corpses to stink. Although this well was close to the garbage area, people would still come to get water. It would be disgusting to leave the corpses here to stink.

There is a garbage dump not far away, and it won't take much time to dispose of the body. Wang Pangu plans to transport the body to the garbage dump and burn it.

Just when I was about to take action, I saw Fried Hair kneeling stupidly next to me, and I instantly changed my mind. Why do I need to do it myself when there is ready-made free labor?

"Hey! That one over there! Throw all the bodies in the dump and burn them."

"Okay!" Zha Mao responded happily and stood up.

After taking a shower, Wang Pangu was forced to win a double kill. The big underpants under Wang Pangu were still dripping. There were no underwear inside and he couldn't take them off and wring them out. He picked up the top that he had thrown aside and was about to put it on.

Then I saw Zha Mao solemnly touching the body, and finally even took off his clothes.

"Why didn't I think of the gold belt for murder and arson?"

Wang Pangu looked at the torn clothing in his hand, and instantly felt that it was of no use.

He turned towards another headless corpse. The clothes on his body were still intact but were stained black with blood. It was quite disturbing to look at it, let alone see it through.

"This guy is so shameless. He even took off a dead man's clothes, and he was a friend he used to play with. How could he do this?"

Wang Pangu deeply despised Zha Mao and wanted to say: Let go of that corpse and let me do it.

But he was a shameless person, so he shook the tattered clothes in his hands and put them on. The blue vest was a little torn, but the quality was excellent. It seemed to be fine for this summer.

"No matter how poorly you dress or eat well, no matter how poor you are, you can't lose your dignity." Wang Pangu gave himself an excuse not to touch the corpse.

Wang Pangu turned his attention to the wooden barrel staves scattered on the ground. Without the wooden barrel, it would be a problem for others to get water. It caused trouble to others and made him feel uneasy.

Soon Wang Pangu discovered a detail. Each wooden board was quite complete, and it was assembled with buckles. It might still work if you put it together.

Wang Pangu quickly gathered the scattered wooden boards together, and even pulled out the piece that was deep in the soil.

Once the base plate, nine side plates and two handles are closed, a complete wooden barrel appears.

After beating two heads and cutting off one head, the barrel is still intact. All the goods are of this quality. How many merchants will starve to death.

The only flaw is that the wooden board on which the head was chopped off is stained with blood.

It's just that he was so angry at the time that he didn't expect that the barrel could be reorganized, so he just grabbed whatever was handy and started whittling it.

"Let's just make do with it! It's not very convenient to use a wooden bucket to get water. If you have time, you can build a hand-cranked water collection device. It would be better if you can develop automatic water pumping."

"Gugu..."

Wang Pangu was just thinking about the possibility of automatically drawing water when he suddenly heard bursts of protest from his stomach.

Body heat and chakra have bottomed out.

Exhaustion of calories will not result in immediate loss of mobility. The cells in the body will be converted into heat, and nothing will be seen in the short term. Long-term overdraft of the body will cause cell atrophy and necrosis, which can range from loss of physical fitness to sudden death.

An extreme lack of calories in the body will send a rescue signal to the brain. Intense hunger will make people think about eating and eating. Even strong ninjas are not immune. Moreover, Wang Pangu is still a trainee ninja who has just started.

"I'm starving! I need to get some food."

Wang Pangu was defeated by reality, and the automatic water-fetching device was stillborn. The problem now is not automatic water-fetching, but how to prevent himself from starving to death.

"Brother, I found a set of clothes and some money." The fried-haired boy came over to show off the loot.

Just when he was thinking about how to fill his stomach, Zha Mao brought money. He was really sleepy and came to the pillow. Wang Pangu's favorability level for Zha Mao boy instantly increased to 99.

I wanted to help him activate automatic cultivation right away, but my reason restrained my impulse.

Zha Mao treats his friends like corpses, and his character remains to be seen.

If Zha Mao knew what Wang Pangu was thinking, he would definitely scream: We are not friends, they just treat me like a beast.

Wang Pangu took a dozen banknotes, left some steel coins and clothes, and patted Fang Mao on the shoulder to encourage him.

"You are very good! You can keep the rest!" Wang Pangu was very excited about the clothes, but when he thought that someone else had worn them, forget it! never mind! As a person from the 21st century, he is shameless!

"Thank you, brother!"

Zha Mao took off his patched clothes on the spot and threw them away, and put on the clothes he had just pulled off the corpse.

Wang Pangu didn't even think about touching the corpse. He asked Zha Mao to handle the corpse without thinking about the trophies. Unexpectedly, Zha Mao would send the trophies over, which made him feel embarrassed and decided to help dispose of a corpse.

Wang Pangu stuffed the money into his coat pocket, dragged up the headless corpse, and said, "We have one corpse each."

"Brother, I'll do it!" Zha Mao was about to take the body from Wang Pangu's hand.

"You drag the other one and save yourself the trouble of making two trips."

Wang Pangu dragged the headless corpse, the boy dragged the naked corpse, and the little cripple dragged the hairy head.

Passersby bowed their heads when they saw this scene, and soon the three of them took the body to the garbage dump.

The garbage dump was huge, with a small half still burning sparsely with flames.

There were four or five or six people in the garbage dump on the other side. When they noticed the movement, they just looked up and then lowered their heads and continued to rummage through the garbage, as if nothing was more important than the garbage at their feet.

He turned over the flaming garbage onto the corpse, fanned the wind and lit the fire. It took a while for the fire to start.

Watching the corpses crackling and burning in the garbage pile, Wang Pangu didn't relax completely until then.

He was dragging the body with fear. Every time he met someone, he was afraid of being asked by the other person. He was thinking about how to answer with reason and evidence, so that there would be no danger along the way, and others would not want to get burned.

At the same time, he was extremely happy in his heart. In the ninja world where human life is so insignificant, it was a miracle that a fool like him could live to the age of sixteen.

This was all thanks to the care of the little disabled person, and the kindness of the little disabled person became even heavier in his heart.

"Brother, I will take you to eat well."

Wang Pangu greeted the little disabled person. He had money in his pocket and couldn't wait to replenish his calories.

The little cripple didn't say a word and was obviously out of shape. For him, the impact of this day's experience was no less than that of a comet hitting the earth.

"Brother, I know a delicious and affordable store." Zha Mao followed, looking familiar.

"Lead the way!" The money was contributed by the other party. Wang Pangu couldn't drive people away, and he really didn't know where to eat.

"Okay! Let's go this way."

"Brother, are you a ninja?"

"Brother..."

Zha Mao transformed into a talkative person, calling him "brother" or "brother" all the way, and kept talking.

"Call me king."

Wang Pangu couldn't stand him and directly revealed his name.

Because Wang Pangu was named Pangu, he was often teased when he was a child. They called him Kaitianpidi. He didn't like others calling him Pangu. He felt it was humiliating him.

Either his full name is Wang Pangu or his surname, so people who are familiar with him call him Xiao Wang or Lao Wang.

Now that he is not old enough to call him Lao Wang, calling him Xiao Wang feels disrespectful to him, so he might as well let Zha Mao call him Wang directly.

"King!" The little disabled person became interested in Wang Pangu's name.

Wang Pangu then remembered that the little disabled person didn’t have his own name yet.

"Brother, please give me a name too!"

"I don't know what it's called, they all call me Little Disability." Little Disability said, feeling a little disappointed.

"That's why I have to give myself a name."

"Brother, help me build one!"

"What name should I think of?"

"Brother, give me a name too."

"Shut up, get out if I'm yelling."

Indiscriminate relationships are the most annoying thing. Wang Pangu showed off his power and let Zha Mao calm down for a while.

"Just leave it to me to come up with names. I'm good at naming."

...

"Brother, please tell me to pan it."

...

"Well, you are called a traitor."

Wang Pangu gave the little disabled boy a sharp name - Panta.

Pan It has the momentum to move forward, has the courage to fight the enemy, and will never back down when it finds the enemy. Two words: Pan It.

The purpose of naming the disabled child Pan It is to hope that he can be as sharp as his name and not be too weak as a person. If he encounters bullying, bullying, humiliation... Pan It.

Full name: Pangu, Panta.

Originally, the full name should be Wang Pan Ta, but the little disabled person thought he was called Wang Pan Ta.

Change your last name? Of course King Pangu couldn't agree, so in the end his surname had to be named Pangu.

It made them think that Wang Pangu was not called Wang Pangu, but Pangu and Wang.

Wang Pangu didn’t bother to explain it after several times. Pangu, King, let’s just say King Pangu!

He originally believed in Pangu, and his faith was in Pangu.

Fried hair also has a nice name - evil traitor

The frizzy face looked like a traitor. I originally wanted to be called a traitor.

But when I thought about it, it wouldn't work. A name is something that stays with a person for life. You can't call someone a traitor just because he looks unhappy. Although Zha Mao doesn't understand the profoundness of Chinese, he can't understand it.

Traitors worship foreigners and help the enemy deal with their own people.

The evil traitor symbolizes a person who has come out of darkness and is at odds with the evil forces.

The name is very appropriate for Zha Mao. He was given this name in the hope that he would not forget his past shame and punish rape and eliminate evil throughout his life.

Led by the villain, the three came to a small restaurant.

"Here comes a bowl of spicy hotpot, not spicy or hot." Wang Pangu regained his life, a rare moment of relief.

If you go to eat Malatang and it doesn’t need to be spicy or hot, you are obviously looking for trouble.

Fortunately, the owner of the small shop didn't know about Malatang. If he had known about it, it wouldn't have been impossible for him to kill three people on the spot due to his violent temper.

In the age of ninjas, where provocation is the first step and human life is as trivial as a piece of grass, if you die, it will be in vain.