Betrayal Has a Terrible Start.

Ye Ji knew very little about Hanzo.

In the Second Ninja World War, although Yoruhime had fought in the Land of Rain, she had never had a handover with Hanzo, so she couldn't judge the strength of the opponent.

But being regarded as a 'semi-god' by the people of the five great powers is not claiming to be this, which shows its terrifying strength.

"Why, are you interested in that old thing?" Orochimaru asked.

"It's also a good choice to find something meaningful during the boring time. But unfortunately, I don't have any interest in this war anymore." Ye Ji rejected Orochimaru's request and shook her head.

"Give me the deal." Orochimaru stretched out his hand.

"I hope you can really become the fourth Hokage by then, and my actions will be more convenient. This kind of transaction is mutually beneficial."

Saying this, Ye Ji obviously couldn't help herself.

Immediately, a snow-white scroll fell out of the sleeve, landed in the palm of his hand, and he took a few steps forward, exposing his body from the darkness, and sent the scroll to Orochimaru.

Orochimaru didn't suspect anything, and grabbed the white scroll in his hand.

Among the stone walls——

A root ninja wearing a mask was hiding in the soil layer, watching this scene in shock.

Orochimaru, one of the three ninjas, and Konoha Commander from the Country of Rain colluded with Konoha's traitorous ninja? !

And it also involves the battle for the fourth generation of Naruto in the future.

No, this matter must be reported to Lord Danzo, otherwise Konoha will... the root ninja thought to himself.

"I have received the item, then, let's cooperate again next time." Orochimaru put away the scroll, turned and left.

"Wait." Ye Ji stopped him.

"What's the matter?" Orochimaru turned his head sideways, a little confused.

"Did you bring that little mouse?" Ye Ji asked, looking at the earthen wall next to her.

"As you like, I don't have the habit of keeping mice." Dashewan said, and left without looking back.

The root ninja hiding in the soil suddenly changed color - he was discovered!

boom!

Before he had time to dodge, he lost consciousness, and darkness swept in.

Ye Ji pressed one of her palms on the stone wall, blasting out a hole several meters in size.

From the cracked stone wall, white pulp and fresh blood seeped out.

Ye Ji didn't want to explore the identity of this 'rat', so she withdrew her palm and walked the long way back to the depths of the cave.

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Rainy Village.

Rainwater forms an inland lake, and the village is surrounded by the inland lake. Water pipes made of steel and stone are erected upwards. The usual accumulated rain is dredged with these water pipes, forming a unique architectural style.

On the tallest iron tower in the village, you can have a panoramic view of the entire village and have a wide view.

"Hanzo-sama, that's great, you're finally back."

Kanzang has been worried about what Hanzo said before he left. After seeing Hanzo come back unscathed, the big stone in his heart fell.

"That's the worst plan. Now it seems that the old man's name is still useful in this era." Hanzo untied the outer cloak, and put the sickle weapon on the exclusive shelf.

"Then, the daimyo's matter..."

"It has been resolved." Mentioning this matter, Hanzo felt a thorn in his heart.

"As expected of Master Hanzo."

"Prospecting."

Hanzo suddenly turned around at this time, and took a deep look at Kanzang.

"What's the matter, Lord Hanzo?" Kanzang was surprised.

"Can I trust you?" Hanzo said this inexplicable words.

"Of course, Lord Hanzo is the faith in his heart." Kanzang knelt down on one knee and swore his loyalty without hesitation.

"Remember your words, if you betray the old man one day, the old man will definitely take your head."

"Yes." Kanzang replied firmly.

"Go down."

Hanzo waved his hand, and Kanzang led the order to retreat.

After Kanzang left, Hanzo coughed heavily twice, his face turned from red to white.

"After all, it's not the body of my youth..."

Hanzo smiled self-deprecatingly, sat cross-legged on the floor, looked at the flickering candlelight beside him, and saw God for a while.

About six or seven hours passed, and when night fell, Yuyin Village was shrouded in darkness, making the atmosphere even more deserted.

The pedestrians on the street are deserted, only scattered shop doors are open to welcome customers.