Nagato carrying rice in Konoha

Chapter 339
"Then, I'll leave this to you." Hidan nodded without any objection.The purpose of his trip was to attend the gathering of the Evil God Cult, and he didn't want to worry about anything else.

He carried the March Scythe and walked toward the crowd. After taking a few steps, he seemed to remember something. He turned back and shouted to Nagato: "Boss, I said that the Evil God Cult will definitely welcome you, right?!!"

"Welcome?... Is this the so-called welcome?" Nagato was stunned for a moment, his expression a little confused.

This cultist, what kind of devil’s understanding is this?
Nagato shifted his gaze and looked at the little old man standing in front of him with a sad expression like a martyr, his legs still shaking. He couldn't help but ask this short winter melon: "Do you really welcome me? ?”

Obviously, the answer is no.Although the short melon who was suspected of being a relative of Onoki did not answer, Nagato knew after thinking about it that even if the Evil God Sect was "hospitable", they would definitely not include him in the list of friendly visitors.

The little old man raised his head and looked up at Nagato, his eyes were filled with tears.He sniffed. In Nagato's eyes, he looked like a groundhog about to be eaten. It looked very "weird".

At this time, "Groundhog" spoke up: "I heard that wherever the leader of the Akatsuki organization goes, there will be a bloody storm... Now, the war in the ninja world is still going on, people like you Big shot, why do you come to our Evil God Cult? There shouldn't be anything worth paying attention to here, right?"

What the "groundhog" said is not unreasonable.

Nagato's eyes flickered as he reviewed his past actions and suddenly discovered that most of his actions seemed to indeed cause great damage to the destination.It's no wonder that the "groundhog" in front of you is so scared.

So, has his current reputation become so bad in the ninja world?
Oh, fortunately, he doesn’t care about these “false reputations” at all...

A cold smile appeared on Nagato's face.Then the level of fear on the "groundhog"'s face increased by another 10085.
"Who said I don't care about the Evil God Cult? Our Akatsuki organization deliberately recruited Hidan a long time ago! Of course all of this is part of the plan." Nagato started to talk nonsense, "If you want to conquer the world, You must obtain enough power to defeat the entire world, and if you want to obtain that kind of power, you must not let go of any way to obtain power. We are determined to obtain the secret of the Evil God Cult!!"

The expression on the little old man's face turned gloomy for a moment, as if he had been sentenced to death.

"It is said that this is where Hidan obtained the power of immortality, right? What exactly have you done, what is your purpose, and what kind of existence is the evil god?"

Nagato stepped forward, his tall body approaching the little old man. Like an adult standing in front of a winter melon with a light on his back, his shadow enveloped the little old man's vision.

"You people may not understand. The state of immortality is not something that ordinary people can achieve by ordinary means..." Nagato's voice was as low as a whisper.

The more he improves his strength, the more he can feel the difference in Hidan.

Tailed beasts are immortal because they come from the Ten-Tails.

How could Hidan's body acquire abilities almost like those of a tailed beast?

Standing in front of the little old man, Nagato's Samsara Eye had a cold light on its surface.It was so cold that it made the little old man shiver and his face turned as pale as the moonlight.

"Plop" sound.The little old man sat down on the ground with a horrified look, and there was indescribable horror in his expression.For an "ordinary person" like him who had never faced top-level eye power, the pressure brought by the Samsara Eye on him was greater than Nagato expected.

"Don't... don't look at me with those eyes again!!! I'll tell you everything!!!"

The little old man let out a piercing scream, curled up, held his head with both hands like a big mouse, and backed away: "Stop using those eyes!!!"

His sharp screams pierced the dark and solemn night sky, and it sounded like he was being tortured.

Nagato narrowed his eyes and looked around, trying to see how the followers of the Evil God Cult on the black platform would react.

To his surprise, the cultists didn't even react at all, as if they hadn't heard anything, looking dull and lifeless.

After Hidan walked towards the group of cultists, a new old man in white jumped out from behind the high platform in front of the cultists, replacing the previous role of Short Winter Melon. He led the cultists to continue to recite the prayers. It seemed that in addition to the prayers, There is nothing in the world that can attract their attention.

This black platform seemed to have turned into two worlds that did not interfere with each other unconsciously.

On one side were the evil believers, who were like clay and wood sculptures, chanting prayers with empty eyes. On the other side was the little old man who had fallen into Nagato's "magic clutches", helplessly wailing about his fate of being sacrificed.

All of this, in a trance, gives people a sense of unreality and weirdness.

Nagato's eyes flashed, and he felt that it was more important to collect information first, so he decisively extended his right hand to the short winter melon in front of him: "You don't need to tell me anything, I can do it myself."

"Huh? What?...How can you do it by yourself?"

Although he was terribly afraid, the little old man still issued such a soul torture.

Then in the next second, he jumped up from the ground like a jumping monkey, and flew straight to Nagato's right hand.

"How is this going?"

The little old man was in a daze. All the ninjutsu and life-saving props had no chance to be used, so they fell into the hands of the enemy?
Moreover, the enemy still uses a one-handed posture similar to playing basketball, which is really shameful...
"Well, this size is actually quite suitable!!"

Nagato grabbed the little old man's head and muttered softly, as if he had made some shocking discovery.

What he said made the little old man feel cold and couldn't help but have some bad premonition...

"That's it, it should be right!" Nagato showed a faint smile. Just when the little old man didn't know what to do, he grabbed the right hand of the little old man's head and started to spin quickly like a windmill. Along with it, the little old man was also spinning in the air. It became a circle of afterimages.

"Wow, ah, ah, ah, ah... help... please spare your life!!!"

The little old man was turned around and screamed like a slaughtered pig.

In a certain basketball world, another red-haired man "practiced" basic skills in this way. Nagato felt that as a red-haired man, it would be a pity not to do this once.

It's a pity that the red-haired one named "Sakuragi" is holding a real basketball, and the one in his hand is just like a big mouse, which is really noisy.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh please stop!!! Please, I'm about to vomit!!!!"

The little old man obviously couldn't appreciate Nagato's happiness, and he hadn't seen any slam dunks either.

When his face turned blue, his intestines growled strangely, his mouth opened wide, and he was really about to vomit, Nagato stopped his salute to the other red-haired man, and said in a very dissatisfied tone: "What do you call it? It's worse than killing a pig. If it sounds ugly, don’t you want to live anymore?!”

Hearing such reprimands, the little old man's eyes widened, and tears finally flowed down: "Is this... is it my fault?... Can this world be better? ······Who have we old people provoked? So angry... So shivering... So cold..."

Under the moonlight, the expression on the little old man's face was sad, with tears and snot flowing freely on his mouse-like face.

"Didn't I see that you were abandoned by your companions, and felt that the atmosphere was a bit heavy? Do you want to liven up the atmosphere?"

Nagato's answer, that is a great light.In short, there is no self-consciousness of bullying.

The little old man cried into tears: "Why don't you be more serious and do what you should do, I'm afraid that if you continue to be so active, you will kill me directly!!! Your Xiao organization is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!! "

At this moment, the little old man finally realized why Hidan was able to join the Akatsuki organization and became prosperous in the organization.The people in the Akatsuki organization...are not ordinary people! ! !
Nagato nodded calmly, calmed down the expression on his face, became cold again, and sneered: "Ha!" Then he said: "That's easy to say! Let's get down to business now!" Then he picked up the little old man's hand. With a strong palm, he almost pulled out his soul! ! !

"I!!!······"

The little word CAO was stuck in his throat and he couldn't spit it out. He rolled his eyes and experienced the "pleasure" of an out-of-body experience.

In just a few seconds, Nagato used the power of the human world to scan the little old man's brain.

"So...is this what happened?"

Nagato casually waved his hand and threw the little old man to the ground like rags. He narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a rare look of embarrassment.

"This... seems to be a bit exaggerated."

Under the moonlight, Nagato looked sideways at the followers of the Evil God Cult on the other side of the black platform and murmured to himself.

(End of this chapter)