Chapter 8 Human Face and Beast Heart
A light curtain appeared as Wolf thought, and white light appeared on the option of the prosthetic ninja arm, turning into a light spot that floated towards the prosthetic ninja arm on Wolf's left arm. The moment the light spot merged with the prosthetic arm, a familiar feeling surged into Wolf's heart.
The hand armor seemed to be integrated with the arm and there was no sense of weight. This feeling was just like the prosthetic ninja arm that the Buddhist sculptor installed for him!
At the same time, a prompt with white text on a black background appeared on the screen.
[The ninja prosthetic arm is equipped.]
Rewards: Shuriken, Firecrackers, Spear. 】
Successful.
He obtained a prosthetic ninja arm and three ninja tools. He equipped the ninja tools on the prosthetic arm, just like when he was in Ashina. Wolf only needed to wave his arm, and by sensing the subtle changes in his muscles, the mechanism in the prosthetic arm would trigger the switch of ninja tools.
Click, click.
Sparks flew and ninja tools were switched back and forth. Unlike before, the new prosthetic arm would no longer consume paper figures, that is, karma, when using ninja tools.
This surprised the wolf, but it was a good thing. After all, the wolf had not found a way to obtain the paper man.
Wolf stopped the action of transforming the ninja tools in his hands, stroked the smooth surface of his prosthetic hand, walked out of the temple, and looked towards the eaves above the temple.
Now let’s try the most important one…
He aimed his left hand at the eaves and swung it hard. The slight muscle movement triggered the mechanism inside the prosthetic hand, and a hook shot out from the prosthetic hand, making a sound of breaking wind in the air before hanging on it!
The hook rope was pulled back and flew up with the wolf's slender figure!
He rolled in the air, retracted the grappling hook into his prosthetic hand, and landed steadily on the roof.
This is the terrifying thing about the ninja's ability to control their bodies!
It was past midnight when the experiment on the prosthetic hand was completed. The night sky was full of stars and the moon was bright.
What a beauty this is...
Even a ruthless ninja would sigh at the sight of such a beautiful scene. However, when he was in Ashina, he had no time to appreciate the beautiful night view. The endless stealth, assassination and honing of skills every day occupied all his time.
The wolf likes his life now...
The faces of Jiulang, Yongzhen, Miniang and others appeared in my mind again.
It would be great if Lord Godson and his people could also live in this peaceful era.
But then he thought of the man-eating demons he had killed over the years and their ugly and evil appearances.
The hatred for the undead is ingrained in the wolf's bones, and the wolf instinctively feels disgusted by those undead things.
I took a deep breath, feeling the cool night breeze blowing across my body, and suddenly, the nameless fire burning in my heart calmed down.
After waiting for another hour, no one came to inform him, and there was no riot in the nearby town. After confirming that there were no ghosts tonight, Wolf jumped off the roof and returned to the Buddhist temple.
I curled up in front of the big Buddha, blew out the candle, and fell asleep.
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A dreamless night and a clear morning the next day.
Before the sun had fully risen, the wolf had already arrived at the place where the carriage was parked outside the town.
He still felt that the Fujiwara couple were somewhat suspicious, and for Minako's safety, he set out without waiting for the midday sun to rise to catch up with the three people who had set out yesterday.
She wore a red haori, a black inner layer and bloomers, a hemp rope as a belt around her waist, and her long hair tied into a ponytail. Apparently, this was Wolf's dressing style when he was a ninja.
He grabbed a handful of food and grass he brought and fed it to the horse that had been waiting for him here for a day. The journey was long, and he had to feed the horse before setting off. While feeding the horse, the wolf looked at the cart tied behind it, or to be more precise, the huge wooden statue on the cart.
The leader of the Eternal Paradise Cult... He looks like a gentle and handsome man.
But...why do I always feel like beating this person up?
That’s right, the wolf disliked this man. He felt so when he was carving the wooden statue, but he believed that he would not dislike someone for no reason.
It was the ninja's intuition that reminded him that there was something wrong with this person.
Although it sounds ridiculous, Wolf firmly believes in his intuition, because no matter he is fighting against those rare strong men in Ashina or fighting against evil spirits here.
Your intuition will always give you clues.
This is also one of the reasons why Langjue and the Fujiwara couple have problems.
Just as the wolf was thinking, dawn broke and the sun rose from the east. The horse had finished eating at this time.
He stroked the horse's brown mane, turned over and sat on the carriage, then grabbed the reins and shook them hard.
Feeling the force from the reins, the horse neighed, pawed its hooves, and ran with the cart behind it in the direction the Fujiwara couple had gone.
At the same time, the Fujiwara family, who had set out a day earlier than the wolves, were ready to set out again after half a day's travel and a night's rest.
"Mom and Dad, Mr. Wolf said we should set out at noon..."
Minako called out to her parents in front of her with a somewhat frightened voice. She had seen the horror of ghosts, so she didn't want to listen to her parents and hurry on the journey early in the morning.
Seeing that Minako was unwilling to leave, Fujiwara's father immediately became furious, with a red face and a stiff neck, and was about to attack Minako.
However, Fujiwara's mother calmly stopped him before that, looked at Minako with a gentle smile and rubbed her little head.
"Don't be afraid, Minako. We also want to hear what Mr. Sekiro has to say, but we really don't have enough time. The leader will be angry if he sees that we are late."
"Can…"
"Don't be afraid Minako, your parents will protect you!"
He lowered his head hesitantly. Even though his parents had been away from home for a long time since he was eight years old, they were still his parents after all!
"Um..."
The voice was as small as a mosquito's buzz, but Fujiwara's mother still heard it. She smiled and nodded, then pulled Minako into the carriage.
After coaxing Minako to sleep in the car, she tiptoed out of the car and sat with her husband who was driving outside.
As soon as he sat down, the husband started shouting curses.
"Why didn't you let me scold that damn girl just now! If it were me, I would beat her up. Beat her to scare her, and are you afraid that she will dare to disobey us!?"
"Be quiet, don't let her hear!"
She quickly turned around to look at Minako in the car, and saw that she still had her eyes closed. She breathed a sigh of relief, then looked angrily at her husband beside her.
"You idiot! She is the treasure we presented to the leader. If we break it, what will we do if the leader gets angry and punishes us and prevents us from entering the paradise?"
Knowing that he was in the wrong, Fujiwara's father could only snort and say no more.
The journey was long, so the two of them just chatted while driving.
"Fortunately, I was smart and managed to hold back that Hirata Sekiro, otherwise I would be in trouble this time!"
"Yes, after carving those Buddha statues, he must have set out at noon today. Moreover, the address is not correct. Given the distance we have from him by car, even if he could catch up with us, we would have already gone to the Eternal Paradise Sect to meet the leader, haha!"
"Hehehe, even if he has the ability to slay evil spirits, he's still fooled by us!"
"Hahaha!"
The two of them were whispering outside the carriage, proud of their own wisdom, but they didn't notice that inside the carriage, Minako's eyelids trembled slightly and a stream of hot tears fell from her eyes.
Dad, Mom, why...
Holding the candy bag hidden in his arms.
Save me, Mr. Wolf...