It doesn't matter, Lord Kazekage will make a move

Chapter 122 Prison Team
In the early morning of the next day, Hoshino Mu bid farewell to Yahiko and his party.

"How long do you think he will live?"

Looking at the backs of Yahiko and others leaving, Hoshino Mu stood on the windbreak rock and spoke slowly.

"One year at most."

Xie wore a mask, stood behind Hoshino Mu, and said in a flat tone.

Scorpion is the captain of the new Anbu. The people who can be used in the original Anbu are basically Jujuro's confidantes. Anbu is not much better than an empty shell.

Hoshino Mu glanced at him, this guy's guess was really accurate, but now that the timeline has changed, it's hard for anyone to say.

Hoshino Mu thought that before the other party left, he said he was going to persuade Onomu. Hoshino Mu felt that a year was still a bit long.

It would not be a bad thing for me if Yahiko died in Sand Hidden Village.

Although Nagato is part of Uchiha Madara's plan, he has his own thoughts. After he leads Akatsuki, there is no chance for the two sides to cooperate.

Although reason told him that it was right to do so, he really felt sorry for Yahiko.

He's the kind of guy that everyone says is good about him and wants to be friends with, but very few people want to be.

Especially in this world of the weak and the strong, if you don't have great luck, you can only become the protagonist of the next tragedy.

Hoshino Maki watched Yahiko's figure disappear into the sky, and there may be no chance to meet again in this parting.

He turned around and walked towards the hospital.

Madara didn't have a long time to live, and he had to hurry up and improve his strength.
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"Zi Luo! Zi Luo! Where did you go?!"

In the crowded crowd, Yuko saw her son tossing and turning, disappearing after a few moments, and became more and more anxious.

"Mom, I'm here!"

With a light jump, little Ziluo stretched out her entire upper body in the crowd, and waved her hands vigorously in the direction of her mother.

Seeing this, Yuko rushed to his side, grabbed the other person's ear and scolded: "I told you at home, if you want to come and see, you must follow me, how did you promise me?"

"Hiss~ it hurts! I don't dare anymore. Didn't I just want to find a good position? Look, here it comes!"

Xiao Ziluo pointed, and saw Sand Shinobi escorting a group of prisoners towards the gate.

There were nearly a hundred prisoners in that team. They were either dejected, tearful, or desperate. Everyone had different expressions, but it could be seen that they all had a pessimistic view of their future.

These are the members of the Youta tribe who committed the crime. Of course, their charges are not treason. The rebellion Youta and a group of people involved have been executed.

When they saw the crowd on both sides, the prisoner's expression was somewhat frightened, especially when he saw the other party looking at them with resentful eyes.

In the past, they didn't care, this kind of gaze would only make them happier.Because those people can't do anything except bury their resentment in their hearts, but now...
"My lord, did you see the Kunai he took out?! He wants to kill someone!"

A prisoner with wicked eyebrows and mouse eyes looked at a person not far away who slowly pulled out Kunai from behind and stared at him, and screamed at the sand ninja beside him.

Nasha Ninja kicked the opponent's thigh: "What is it called, call it after you die!"

After finishing speaking, he walked up to the person who took out the kunai and looked him up and down.

This is a middle-aged man who should be in his 40s or [-]s, but his hair and beard are mostly white, and his face is full of vicissitudes.

Seeing this, the sand ninja softened his tone a bit: "Is this the first time participating? You can't use ninja tools here."

This was already the second prisoner parade. At that time, the Dongsen tribe was still in power with the Presbyterian Church. Naturally, no one would be allowed to disrespect the big tribe. Even if they had been reduced to prisoners, it was not something ordinary people could vent their anger on.

After Hoshino Mu took control of the Elders' Council, he would naturally not shield those scumbags. He not only wanted them to work until they died, but also used their dignity for the people who had been oppressed for a long time to vent their anger.

Of course, this is venting anger, not massacre. These people are the valuable property of the village, and they did not die outside the mine.

These contents have long been circulated privately through izakaya and other channels, so everyone tacitly vented their anger and let those people go to the never-ending mine with their noses and faces swollen.

When the person who took out the bitterness heard it, he shook his head calmly: "My lord, I know the rules."

He clenched the bitterness in his hand: "But my wife died in the hands of the other party because she didn't want to serve him. I went to ask for an explanation and was interrupted by a leg. My son was so angry that he wanted to assassinate the other party, but his strength was not enough. He was captured alive by the other party, bound hands and feet and thrown into a pile of poisonous snakes to be bitten to death."

The man seemed to be telling someone else's story, his face didn't change at all, staring at the guy holding his thigh and crying: "One life is one life, and I will surrender myself if I kill him."

Sand Shinobi standing in front of him was silent for a moment after hearing this: "Can you guarantee that what you said is true?"

"Safety with life."

Nasha Shinobi nodded, walked back to the formation, picked up the prisoner, went back and forth.

He reached out and snatched the bitter from the other party's hand, and said: "If what you said is true, then this person should be executed. After being investigated and verified by the Anbu, you can watch his execution by hanging within seven days at most. "

As he said that, he handed Kunai to the other party: "It's not worth it to deserve your life for this kind of person. Your family will not be happy if they know about it."

As he spoke, he mentioned the prisoner, ignored his pleadings, turned around and walked towards the prison.

The white-haired middle-aged man looked at the backs of the two, couldn't control it anymore, lay on the ground, tears dripping silently.

At this moment, the prisoner finally came to the center of the crowd. Branches, rotten vegetable leaves, stones, etc. greeted the prisoner like rain. For a while, the applause of the crowd danced with the mourning of the prisoner.

The Sand Shinobi in the front row also intentionally slowed down their progress, so that they could 'enjoy' it for a while.

These low-level ninjas are usually angry with the children of the big tribes, and now they can use the hands of others to express their anger.

Little Ziluo held a handful of stones in her hand, and greeted a guy who usually made things difficult for their flower shop.

Regardless of his young age, his hands are really strong. Every stone broke through his clothes and sank into his flesh. After a while, the man's body was already covered in blood.

Seeing this, Yuko didn't stop her.

Different from the peaceful era, it is not a bad thing to let a child who aspires to be a ninja see blood at this time, especially if the other party is a bastard who has evil thoughts about him, then there is no need to stop it.

If it wasn't for his family being taken care of by Mr. Fengying, there is really no good way to face this situation.

Seeing that the ninjas in the front row were almost done, they blew a whistle. The crowd on both sides stopped what they were doing, and the sand ninjas just stood back to the sides and set off towards the city gate with a group of prisoners.

Looking at the figures of these people, the crowd felt that life in Shayin Village has become better and better recently.

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