Walking into the damp and dark tunnel, you can hear the faint cry of a child.

As they walked a distance further, their vision gradually became wider.

The first thing that caught their eyes was several huge cages, each of which was filled with children. They placed the children in different cages according to their age.

"Your Excellency the Bishop, all the goods this time are here." The middle-aged man said to the bishop flatteringly.

"Well, the quantity this time is good, but you also have to be careful. If you are discovered, you know what to do with it, right?" said the bishop.

"Don't worry about this. The organization will never be implicated." said the middle-aged man.

The bishop listened to the children's cries and felt that they were a bit noisy. He said to himself, "It's really noisy. Let's just start the experiment."

Then he quickly formed seals with his hands, and a black mist sprayed out. The child covered by the black mist immediately fell asleep.

The bishop said to the members of the Evil God Cult behind him, "Why are you all standing there? Get to work."

At the bishop's urging, other personnel also took out various instruments from the sealed scroll and put the children into the culture dishes one by one.

.....................

"dong dong dong"

"dong dong"

Poxiao felt a little strange when he heard the three long and two short knocks on the door, but the old man said as if it was normal: "It's okay, this code means that the people from the evil god cult have left, we can go out now."

As the shop door opened, peace returned outside.

"Uncle, have you ever thought about moving away from here?" Poxiao asked curiously.

"Alas, there is war everywhere outside now. Where can ordinary people like us move to? Although the Evil God Cult appears here, as long as we return to the house in time, they will not take action, so we just have to make do with it." The old man said with a long sigh.

But Poxiao always felt that the Evil God Cult did not enter the house, which was definitely not what the old man said. They might have other intentions.

After saying goodbye to the old man, Dawn continued walking towards the various towns in River Country. Along the way, in addition to inquiring about Tsunade's news, he also asked about the evil cult.

However, the matter of the evil cult seemed to be a taboo topic in the Land of Hot Springs, and no one was willing to talk to him about it. On the contrary, many people told him about Tsunade.

"According to your description, we seem to have seen the person you mentioned. She has a very famous nickname in the casino, called 'Fat Sheep'. Any casino in our Chuan Country, as long as she visits, will definitely make a lot of money that day, hahahaha."

"Alas, the last time I saw her was last month. Unfortunately, our casino is too small and there are too few games. We didn't make much money from her. Since then, our boss has made up his mind to build our casino into the best casino in the entire River Country. There must be more types of games, and then wait for the arrival of the 'fat sheep'."

There are countless similar comments, and some people even go to exchange gold to buy Tsunade's whereabouts, just to know her whereabouts, set up a small gambling stall in front of her and make a profit.

"How much assets does the Senju family have? Even with Tsunade's losing streak, she was still able to gamble until Naruto was a teenager. It's really..." After hearing these comments, Dawn also admired Tsunade.

It’s a pity that no valuable information has been obtained in so many days, which makes Poxiao very depressed.

"The evil cult is here, go back quickly!"

Many days later, Poxiao heard this sentence again, but this time there was no enthusiastic old man to drag him into his store. It just so happened that Poxiao also wanted to see what this evil cult was trying to do.

The members of the Evil God Cult came over and saw that there was still one person who did not run away. They were surprised and said, "How come there is still someone who saw us and did not run back home? Looking at this outfit, is he a ninja from another village?"

The leading black-clad man said, "This forehead protector belongs to a ninja from Konoha. However, judging from his age, his strength is probably at most a Chunin. Just let anyone take care of him."

As he spoke, a man suddenly jumped out from behind and rushed straight towards Dawn.

The other members of the Evil God Cult said, "Fuck! So fast, he got there first again."

The evil cultist who came to Poxiao held the evil cultist's red samurai sword and said to Poxiao: "Don't be afraid, young man. I will be quick and will not let you feel too much pain. Hahahahaha."

When Poxiao saw the seemingly insane follower of the evil cult in front of him, he knew that there was no point in communicating with such a lunatic, so he just killed him directly.

"instant!"

In an instant, Dawn appeared behind the cultist and chopped off his head with a sword.

"Ah! It hurts so much, you damn little devil." The head that fell off kept muttering.

"What? Such a fast speed, Ming's head was chopped off in an instant." The other believers looked at Dawn in surprise.

The bishop also felt that he had underestimated the boy's strength, so he said to the others around him: "Come on together, this boy is not simple."

The remaining five believers drew out their own special weapons and rushed forward. Although these weapons were of strange shapes, they all had one characteristic, that is, they were all black and red.

When Poxiao saw the five people rushing over, he immediately performed the Blade Waltz. Five sword lights flashed, and the heads of the five people from the Evil God Cult rolled to the ground.

Poxiao felt a little strange about the strength of these people.

He didn't know if it was because they hadn't fully demonstrated their full strength or what, but Poxiao felt that the strength of these evil god followers was not as good as the average strength of the group of Rock Ninjas that had previously besieged him and the Third Raikage.

Destiny explained in his mind: "The evil god cultists themselves do not rely on their strength to make a living. They mainly rely on the mysteriousness of their spells to catch others off guard."

When the bishop on the other side saw that his men were all dealt with in an instant, he cursed in his heart: "A bunch of rubbish!"

Then he took out a huge sickle and prepared to take action himself.

Looking at the bishop's sickle, Poxiao also felt somewhat familiar with it, but he didn't look like the later Hidan, so he asked, "Hey, where did you get this sickle? Why does it look familiar to me?"

"Look familiar? How is that possible? This is the exclusive weapon bestowed by the Evil God on us bishops and other believers. How could it be familiar to you? There are only three bishops in the church now, and besides me, there are only two who have been staying by the leader's side for a long time." The bishop said in disbelief.

"Oh, so that's it. It turns out to be a mass-produced product. Okay, I have finished asking questions. You can die now." Poxiao said calmly.

"Damn little devil, you don't think I'm as useless as them, do you? I am a noble bishop!" The bishop rushed towards Dawn waving the huge sickle.

When Poxiao saw this strength, he shook his head and sighed: This is too weak. After that, he didn't use any ninjutsu. He simply dodged sideways and swung his sword. The head of this so-called noble bishop rolled down, and he kept screaming in pain.

Poxiao felt that this scene was somewhat funny. The evil cult leaders around him all shouted in pain in unison.

Poxiao also put away the Kusanagi sword, squatted down and carefully observed why these evil god followers could not die.

Although the bishop screamed in pain, he was different from other believers. As a bishop, he could still control his body even if his head was chopped off.

So he cried out in pain while carefully manipulating his body, slowly approaching dawn.

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