“…Ninja.”
Zuocun frowned.
The crane was unsheathed, reflecting the dim sunlight shining outside the window.
Two figures emerged from Masahiro Abe,
They were short and wearing pure black clothes, wrapping themselves tightly, with only their eyes exposed.
This kind of outfit will only appear on a person.
Ninja.
The Deadpool raised by bureaucrats and gentry specializes in walking in the shadows and doing some shameful things.
The two in front of you are probably ninjas from the Abe family.
"I didn't expect that one day I would fight this kind of existence..."
The situation in Zuocun is actually very dangerous.
A ninja raised by a high-ranking official Masahiro Abe will definitely not be a simple character.
The chat place chosen by Masahiro Abe also proves one thing.
He investigated Zuocun.
The reason why I chose a small room as a chat is to limit the biggest feature of Zuocun's bird flow - that is, Zuocun's strong jumping ability.
Zuocun also noticed all this.
But he disdained it.
Do you really think that just limiting the venue can weaken me?
The two ninjas wrapped in black did not say a word, and Abe Masahiro made a gesture, and the two of them rushed towards Zuocun as if they were ejected.
Shuriken quickly escaped from the hands of the two ninjas, and the sharp kunai appeared out of thin air.
Zuocun jumped gently and avoided the ghostly Shuriken.
Table Tennis—
The sound of gold and iron clashed like a storm, and firelights rang out from the weapons of both sides.
However, the two ninjas were expressionless, Zuocun was just trying to do it.
With a slight step back, Zuocun turned around, avoided Kousu's sword tip, turned around and cut off a ninja with one knife.
Seeing that the situation was not good, another ninja quickly turned over and retreated.
Want to leave?
Zuocun's calf rushed out like an arrow on the bow, and the crane slashed down—
puff.
The ninja disappeared from the spot, and a piece of cut-off wood appeared in the spot.
"Ninja's secret technique, substitute technique..." Zuocun turned around with great interest.
Abe Masahiro sat in his seat and watched Zuomura fight with two ninjas.
He seemed to be sure to win.
Two ninjas rushed towards Zuocun from different angles.
But Zuocun smiled contemptuously, and then... closed his eyes.
Table Tennis—
The Hehe Bu blocked one of the kunai and the other kunai, and stabbed Zuocun's neck.
A smile appeared on the face under the ninja mask.
The general is here, the Master Feather Ghost Slash who killed the monster—
Puchi.
Gudong.
The sound of the head falling to the ground sounded.
A ninja's headless corpse fell to the ground.
Another ninja, who was not blocked by Zuocun, was pierced by Zuocun's chest with a crane.
"What...?" The ninja looked at his chest in disbelief.
Zuocun pulled out the knife and kicked the ninja who was about to lose his life aside.
Take out a handkerchief from your arms, Zuocun wiped the blood stained on the crane trunk and murmured to himself: "It's really... I actually want to use crane trunk to deal with people like you..."
Masahiro Abe's pupils shrank.
"when......!"
Zuocun just released the sword very quickly, even faster than the ninja who practiced ninjas for many years.
In just a moment, he cut off a ninja's head with one knife, then quickly turned the blade and stabbed into another ninja's chest.
Zuomura looked at Masahiro Abe.
Masahiro Abe only felt a chill on his body.
Then I saw the young man jump up and landed directly in front of him.
Zheng--
Tsuru was directly inserted next to Abe Masahiro's head.
Abe Masahiro left a drop of cold sweat.
"Don't think about pulling out the thing on your waist, you will regret it, Mr. Masahiro Abe..."
Masahiro Abe smiled: "If you kill me, you won't get any benefits. Instead, you will go from a hero who kills evil ghosts to a prisoner wanted by the shogunate."
"Although I don't care much about that so-called reputation...but you really have to keep your life."
Masahiro Abe still looked calm.
But in fact he breathed a sigh of relief.
"...Don't think too much, old master." Zuocun stepped on Abe Masahiro's chest with expressionless face, looking at the middle-aged man with a high profile, "You know what is hidden under the guise of serving the country, and I don't think I need to say it out."
"This country still needs you, a group of bad people who just want to fight for power and profit, to stabilize, so... your life is kept."
"But... don't think I'm a bullying character."
Zuocun inserted the crane back into the scabbard and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He pulled out the feathers of the pheasant.
Abe Masahiro frowned.
"Remember this feeling, old Chinese adults... before you play with people's hearts, remember to measure whether the things held by both parties are equal..."
Zuomura stabbed Masahiro Abe's shoulder.
"Uh-ah!" Abe Masahiro couldn't help but scream.
Pain, pain.
His eyes were bloodshot and he grabbed the blade of the pheasant feather.
Zuocun had a cold face and a smile on his eyes.
Pulling the Chrysanthemum off Masahiro Abe's shoulder, returning to the sheath, Zuocun turned around, and turned his back to Masahiro Abe.
"Don't think about getting into evil with me again. If necessary, I won't consider the current situation of this country..."
Zuocun took two steps and suddenly remembered something.
Abe Masahiro covered his wound that was still bleeding on his shoulders, and looked at Zuocun's back in fear: "What else do you want to... do?"
"Nothing." Zuomura turned around and walked towards Masahiro Abe.
Masahiro Abe's heart stopped shooting: "What do you want to do..."
To be continued...