Chapter 8

In fact, the empty space is not worth seeing, and Xuehui is thinking about unlocking the remaining three chains all the way, but he has tried almost all the methods currently available, so he has to express his heart. There is more than enough.

Naturally, Xue Hui’s gaze was placed on the five giant doors that surrounded him.

“Rashomon…” Xuehui slowly walked to one of the giant doors, dragging the ‘weight’ on his body, and looked up at the hideous ghost face carving on the door.

“Huh? What is that?” The sharp-eyed Xuehui saw something seemed to be placed in the huge mouth of the strange face.

“It’s like a scroll?” Xue Hui muttered to himself with some uncertainty.

After that, Xuehui spent a lot of time to observe all five doors, and easily discovered that only two of them had ghost faces with their mouths open, and the other three ghost faces were tightly closed. Only two pairs of sharp fangs were exposed in the mouth.

In the same way, a scroll was placed on top of another ghost face.

“Could it be that the scroll above is a reward?” Xuehui thought lonely, panting and sitting down to rest. The weight-bearing action is too heavy for a child even with Chakra’s assistance.

Slowly recovering the lost physical strength, Xue Hui looked at the scroll that was visually up to ten meters high, and then tentatively pulled the chain on his body, suddenly feeling a little big head.

“It’s really a good place to exercise physical skills…” Xue Hui couldn’t help but complain.

After touching for a quarter of an hour, Xuehui felt that he had recovered from seven to eighty-eight, and started a preliminary attempt. Using the skills of climbing trees, he skillfully attached Chakra to the soles of his feet, and then stepped on the giant gate. Standing on both feet, Xue Hui walked upward parallel to the ground.

With the obstacles of chains, Xuehui’s control and output of Chakra on the soles of his feet were several times more than usual for climbing trees. Xuehui gritted his teeth and crawled up a little bit.

Fortunately, climbing stairs at a height of more than ten meters may be a bit tiring, but for a ninja, walking up vertically is undoubtedly much faster, but it is more expensive than Chakra. After a while, Xuehui arrived at the place where the scroll was, the mouth carved by the ghost face. Looking up at the huge gate still above it, Xue Hui was very thankful that the scroll was placed in the mouth of the ghost face instead of on the top of his head.

Shaking his head, Xuehui turned his gaze to the scroll in front of him again. There was no restriction or seal on the scroll. Xuehui successfully unfolded it and found that it was actually a psychic contract scroll.



Looking down, Xuehui understood the purpose of this scroll, and couldn’t help but startled Roar.

“The Rashomon Contract Scroll?!”

Not only that, Xuehui also saw a familiar name on the list of contracts below, Qianshou Zhuma.

“So the Rashomon psychic contract between the Senjujutsuji was also obtained in this place?”

Xuehui guessed, but he can only confirm it after seeing him. Now Xuehui’s goal is to untie his body and try to get out of here. Even if Senju Zhuma is the number one person in the Ninja world, now It can’t help anymore.

Xuehui shook his head and carefully checked the scrolls. He confirmed that there were no traps. The contract was originally signed without any testing. He bit his finger and wrote his name under the Qianshou Zhujian with one hand and two fingers. Set up the seal.

“The contract is complete!” A faint sense of a wonderful connection was felt, and Xue Hui understood that this was a sign of the success of the contract.

But what disappointed him was that even after signing a contract with Rashomon, there was still no sign of loosening the chain on his body, which made Xuehui doubt whether the contract scroll in front of him was fake.

There were no other useful discoveries here. Xuehui climbed down the giant gate on the original road and came to another Luosheng gate with an open mouth.

With the previous experience, Xuehui seemed to be familiar with the road this time, and successfully came to the mouth of the ghost face. Similarly, another scroll was lying quietly in it, and the sharp-eyed Xuehui found the time that the scroll was idle this time. It was longer than the previous scroll of Rashomon, and there was a clear layer of dust accumulated on the upper area.

Xuehui slowly approached, gently wiped away the dust on it, curiously picked up this unknown scroll and spread it out.

To Xuehui’s expectation, the densely packed text was recorded on it. Xuehui was surprised for a while and looked at the front page.

“The Dead Scroll”

“The scroll of dying? What do you mean? Am I already dead? This is too strange.” Xue Hui was slightly startled, a little confused.

With patience, Xue Hui simply sat down cross-legged, spread the scroll on his lap, and looked at it with the dim light here.

After being immersed in reading for no idea how long it took, Xuehui snapped the scrolls together and sighed:

“That’s it, this is the realm of dying.”

Thanks to the fact that the text recorded in this volume was not the ancient text that Xuehui didn’t recognize, Xuehui browsed all the content and understood many things.

The name of this huge space that makes Xuehui confused is called the Land of Dead, which is at the border of life and death. Although Xuehui sees it as empty, sometimes there will be some dead souls or touch switches. The living enters here by accident. As Xuehui had imagined, the iron chains entwined with Xuehui belonged to a kind of trial, and the five chains were five trials, and each trial had a corresponding reward.

In addition to these long introductions, what makes Xuehui most happy is that the second half of the scroll records some related techniques, including Xuehui’s most urgent psychic and reverse psychic techniques.

There was also a strange technique that made Xuehui caring.

The technique of the other shore flower is a technique that can confine the soul, but it can only be used in the place where it dies. As for the reason—

“The technique of the other shore flower!” There were not many seals. With Xuehui’s use, the originally dim venue was instantly illuminated by red light, and the bare ground was covered by glamorous red flowers.

Feeling the rapid consumption of chakras on her body, Xuehui hastily admired the somewhat amazing sight, and cut off the supply of chakras, and the sea of ​​red flowers disappeared instantly. At the moment Xuehui stood on top of Rashomon. It is also uncertain whether it is a real or illusory flower.

“The other side flower.” Xue Hui said the name of the flower.

“Now let’s go back to the village quickly. I’m afraid everyone will be in a hurry right now! As for these chains,” Xuehui tugged at the heavy objects on his body, “Let’s talk about it then! Wait until I get stronger, yes. I have a chance to ask about Senjujuan!”

Xuehui didn’t go down anymore, she stood in the mouth of the ghost face, took out the Death God mask that sent herself here, and put on her hands.

“Inverse psychic art!”



“Puff!” After the smoke passed, Xuehui’s figure disappeared here.

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