Chapter 110: Cultivating in the Dark, Serving the Light (Additional Chapter for the Hall Master [Dark Star Emperor])

Bang! !

In an old house rented by refugees, the door was suddenly pushed open, and even made a harsh sound.

"Ah! You..." The woman lying on the bed in the house woke up instantly, looked at the man who had opened the door in a panic, and said in astonishment, "Didn't you go to work as a worker? How come..."

"Stinky woman, stop talking nonsense!"

But before the woman could finish her words, the man came over with heavy breathing. Under the woman's fearful gaze, he directly reached out and grabbed her collar, growling: "Quick! Pack your luggage! And the money and food I stole..."

"We are going to Yuyin Village now, leaving immediately, it will be too late if we don't leave now!"

The man's eyes were full of bloodshot, and he looked very crazy and anxious.

"Why... why? Let me go first... why are you in such a hurry..."

Looking at the man's hideous and terrifying face, the woman struggled to ask him back: "We finally escaped here and were lucky to meet that generous man. You're leaving after just a few days of peace?"

"Bah! He's not generous at all!"

The man spat on the ground and cursed: "If he is really generous, he should open the warehouse and release the grain directly like Hanzo-sama. Why do we still need to be workers and learn blacksmithing?!"

"And they are actually building a cemetery and a monument to heroes. That mysterious little ghost must be hiding evil intentions. When I send the information here to the daimyo and Hanzo-sama, will we still need to work as a worker?"

It seemed that his voice was too harsh, and the baby cried in the swaddling clothes on the bed.

"Woo! Woo!"

"Tsk! So annoying!" The man showed an irritable look, turned his head and looked at the swaddling clothes and shouted, "Why are you crying! Stop crying! I should have drowned you!"

After these words came out, the struggling woman seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then the whole person suddenly became quiet.

The fear on that face gradually faded, and she looked at her husband expressionlessly, as if she was looking at a completely stranger, with only indifference and calmness in her eyes.

"You..." Looking at the woman's expression that had never appeared before, the man paused in his constant scolding.

Under the gaze of that indifferent gaze, his body trembled subconsciously.

But soon, he reacted, and was angry about his performance, and roared with wide eyes: "Asshole! What's the look in your eyes?!"

After that, the man with a flushed face took out a kunai from his arms, put it across the woman's thin and slender neck, and stared at the woman's face with a fierce look.

But he did not see the fear and turmoil of death that he expected from that expressionless face.

"Are you crazy, woman..."

A hint of coldness flashed across the man's eyes, but before he could finish his words, he saw the woman slowly raise her arm and hold the sharp kunai blade in the air, as if she was worried that the blade would hurt her.

"Hehe." Seeing the woman's fearful movements, the man finally smiled, "Now you know how to be obedient, right? You..."

But the woman's next move immediately stopped the man's words.

Puff! !

The palm that was originally just clenched suddenly clenched, and the sound of the blade cutting flesh and blood was heard instantly, and blood slowly flowed out of the woman's palm.

"Although Lord Nagato has long told me that you have ulterior motives..."

Under the man's stunned gaze, the woman turned her head and looked at him calmly, "But I didn't expect that you were no longer satisfied with petty thefts, and even tried to leak information to the enemy outside."

"Unfortunately, you won't have another chance."

After saying that, the man saw that the gray in her drooping eyes was suppressed to the depths of her pupils, leaving only a pair of vertical pupils of a cold-blooded animal.

Dense blue veins quickly crawled from the woman's arms to her palms, and the skinny arms under the coarse cloth clothes instantly became a little thicker.

"You..."

Seeing this, the man's pupils shrank instantly, and he subconsciously wanted to pull out the kunai.

But he felt an unshakable force. The thin woman who used to be submissive and scolded at will seemed to suddenly become a stone pressing on him.

The next moment, the force poured out from the woman's palms.

Crack! Crack! !

The crude mass-produced kunai made a sharp sound as if it was crushed by a boulder.

The blade instantly shattered into countless pieces, disintegrating in mid-air and splashing around, slashing the man's stunned face, and blood flowed out of the wound.

The stinging pain also awakened the unconscious man, who suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief and shouted in horror: "How can I..."

Bang! !

Before the man could shout out loudly, the woman hit him back with a headbutt.

"Ugh!"

The man's face instantly made a very creepy sound, and he screamed and felt his brain instantly vibrate and his eyes blackened. His eyes were also soaked by the rolling blood flowing from his forehead. He staggered back a few steps unconsciously and let go of the woman.

At this moment, in his blurred vision that had not yet recovered, a fist hit him.

Instinctively, the man turned his head away, but suddenly felt tinnitus.

Bang! !

The woman's finger bones made a crisp sound when they hit the wall, and the blood on her skin flowed down from the cracks in the wall.

The wall behind her was cracked by her. Although she didn't hit the man's head as she wished, the splashing debris penetrated his eardrum.

"Ah!!"

The intense pain made the man scream, spit out a mouthful of blood and teeth, and his leaky mouth roared indistinctly: "You crazy woman! What on earth did you..."

"Sorry, I was lucky enough to get this power not long ago, and I can't control it skillfully now."

The woman pulled up her fist with skin and flesh, apologized expressionlessly, and threw the second punch without hesitation.

Bang! !

The punch hit the man's bleeding face hard, and his whole body was thrown back against the wall, forcing him to raise his hands to grab the woman's arm.

The woman did not give him another chance to leave a last word, and without blinking, she punched him three more times, smashing his hard skull one by one.

Puff! !

The last punch made a cavity in the man's brain, directly smashing through the whole head, and a blood-red rose bloomed on the wall.

When the woman pulled out her bloody fist, the whole head was already a bloody mess. The body just hung on the wall, and then slid down from the wall little by little, leaving only a white blood mark.

"..."

Looking down at the unrecognizable body, a trace of relief flashed in the woman's calm eyes, as if she had solved the nightmare in her nightmare with her own hands.

At this moment, a light cough suddenly sounded in the deadly room.

"Cough."

The cough was very light, but it made the woman's body tremble. She suddenly turned around and looked.

At the end of the corner, in the shadow, a dark shadow stood there.

Feeling the tremor from the depths of her blood, the woman knelt on one knee without hesitation, bowed her head respectfully and reservedly, and said: "Lord Nagato!"

The figure walked out of the shadows, and the face was as cold as a knife. The black bandage still covered her eyes, but it made the woman feel a chill, and she lowered her head a little lower.

"Congratulations, you are free."

After Nagato said this, the woman felt the atmosphere relaxed, and suddenly heard a whistling sound.

Looking up and seeing a box thrown at her, she subconsciously reached out and hugged it in her arms.

"Open this box and officially join us, but before joining, remember our principles."

Nagato's expression was indifferent, and his tone was indifferent: "Work in the dark and serve the light."

Work in the dark and serve the light?

Hearing this, the woman's face showed some more thoughts and confusion, but facing Nagato's vague gaze, looking at her daughter who was gradually quieting down, the woman's eyes gradually showed firmness and determination.

"Yes."

She slowly lowered her head and opened the white box.

It was a white mask and a black hooded robe.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, Nagato's face became a little more profound, and he murmured silently: "Farming in the dark, serving the light... Everything is empty, everything is allowed."

Yes.

What he said just now was only the first half of the sentence.

Farming in the dark, serving the light, everything is empty, everything is allowed.

This sentence was said to him by his brother, and it was not some meaningless words, but his brother did not explain it to him, just hoping that he could understand it himself.

Until now, Nagato still cannot understand the second half of the sentence, he can only insist on practicing the first half of the sentence and use it as the code of conduct for Dawn.

"Brother." Nagato frowned and thought, "What does that mean?"

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At the same time, the end of the city that had not yet been reclaimed was located on the edge of a turbulent river.

This is the ferry crossing for the river transport of Dawn City, and it is still in an undeveloped area.

"Wow!"

Looking at the rough houses stretching eastward, Yahiko opened his mouth in surprise and said in surprise: "The last time I came here, it was still a wasteland. How come there are dozens of houses?"

He felt that every time he got up, he would find new changes.

Yunchuan ignored him, just looked at the crowd gathered in the distance and walked towards them.

Those people were wearing tattered clothes, some even wrapped in linen blankets, standing or sitting under the eaves to avoid the rain.

A few of the seven or eight men were still by the river, naked upper body, bent over and carrying the reins, the other end of the reins was connected to a wooden boat.

"Hey! Hey yo! Ho hey!"

They lined up neatly, carrying the stiff ropes on their backs, limping forward, shouting hoarsely and earth-shaking slogans: "Tug, tug! Tug, tug, tug! Hey! Hey yo!"

The river wind danced wildly with cold air, and the reins left blurred blood marks on their bodies, but those men were still able to remain calm.

The shouts echoed far away.

"They..." Looking at the scene in the distance, Xiaonan asked blankly, "Who are they?"

Yahiko, who was always noisy, was silent for a long time this time.

"Trackers." He said softly, "They are trackers."

Trackers refer to those who make a living by pulling the boats. His deceased father was also a tracker.

In the Rain Country, hundreds of boats compete with each other. Whenever they go against the current or encounter dangerous shoals and bad waters, once the boats run aground, the trackers have to work together to pull the boats.

The harsh and special environment of the Rain Country is destined to not grow a few grains of food. Civilians without special skills must and can only rely on pulling the boats to survive.

They should be the most numerous professions, and at the same time, they are at the bottom of the group.

Under the cowardly or wary eyes of the trackers, Yunchuan just smiled and walked in front of them.

"This respected sir..."

Seeing that Yunchuan and others walked out of the city, the leading tracker stood up.

The gray-haired man in his forties or fifties bowed his head and smiled humbly and respectfully: "We have no intention of occupying the house. We will leave now, please don't mind."

After that, he waved to the boatmen behind him, put on his hat, and hurriedly left the house where he was taking shelter from the rain.

"Hey, don't leave in a hurry."

Yunchuan smiled and took out some rice balls from his bag, handed them to the leading boatman, and said: "I don't mean to drive you away, I just have some questions to ask you."

Gudong!

The leading boatman was a little surprised, looking at the steaming rice balls, and swallowed subconsciously.

But in the end, he still looked away, showing a humble smile on his face again, and said respectfully: "Sir, if you have any questions, just ask, no need to do this..."

But before he finished speaking, Yunchuan broke off a piece of rice ball and ate it, and then stuffed the rest into his arms, saying in a heavier tone: "Don't talk nonsense, once you say something, it's as good as spilled water, I mean what I say!"

Qiuyu, who followed Yunchuan, didn't know his intention, but still helped to speak: "Sir Yunchuan, you are the master of this city, and you have cleared out the entrenched people here alone. The bandits in the area now shelter thousands of people. "

"Don't worry, there is nothing on you that is worth his plotting."

The tracker was stunned for a moment, looked at the rice ball in his arms, and immediately stood in awe, thanking him stiffly: "So you are the owner of this city. I always heard them praise you from the passing merchant ships before."

"Thank you for the food, sir! If you ask, I will tell you everything I know! Our ancestors have been pulling the boats for generations, and we are very familiar with this place."

Hearing this, Yunchuan did not rush to ask, but helped the tracker up.

"Ask, but don't stand here stupidly."

Yunchuan naturally pulled the tracker's arm, and came to the eaves where other trackers gathered, and sat down next to those stunned trackers.

"Come to think of it, I have an elder who sails on a sea boat."

He took out a few more rice balls, ate them and said with a smile: "I encountered some troubles in the past, thanks to the help of the boatmen, so I feel close to you when I see you."

After that, Yunchuan began to tell his experience in the plum rain. As for whether it was a fabricated or true story, they couldn't tell at all.

Because these poor boatmen had only heard of the "sea" but had never seen it with their own eyes.

Hearing Yunchuan talk about some interesting and strange things, the vigilant boatmen also unconsciously surrounded him, chewing rice balls and exclaiming.

Yahiko and Konan just looked at him in confusion, watching Yunchuan gradually get along with the boatmen.

After getting to know each other thoroughly, Yunchuan asked naturally, "You came from the capital, right? There should be more work in the capital, why did you cross the river and run here?"

Hearing this, the boatmen, who had already let go of their vigilance, shook their heads and sighed, "It was okay before, but not now."

"Yes." Another boatman also sighed, "In the past few years, when life was relatively stable, there were endless boat pulling jobs, and merchant ships came every day."

"But now there are fewer merchant ships doing business, and there is often no work for ten days or half a month, and many of us can't fill our stomachs."

"Isn't it because For the bandits of Wind Country? They asked for the road, but they robbed wherever they went. All the nearby villages were robbed. I don't know how many people became refugees! "

Another thin boatman looked angry and blurted out: "The daimyo is also a waste. He doesn't care at all. And that Musashi, the leader of Yuyin, is also an incompetent waste..."

Just then, before he finished speaking, Yunchuan asked abruptly: "Where is Hanzo? What do you think of Hanzo?"

As soon as these words came out, the boatmen's noise suddenly stagnated, and they fell into a strange silence for a while, and they all chose silence tacitly.

"... Hanzo, we have heard his slogan, to drive out the ninjas of the five major countries. He is a good man, and his starting point is good. "

The leading boatman was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said frankly: "But the ninjas don't produce anything. If he wants to start a war, where will the money and food come from? Of course, ordinary civilians."

"Unless we become cannon fodder, we will still be exploited by him."

"It will even be more miserable than the current situation."