Group wear Naruto to engage in construction

Under the smoke and dust of the battlefield are countless corpses, including insects, ninjas, and ordinary townspeople. It's not right to say they are ordinary. These townspeople are a group of filthy reincarnations who will not die. Even if their bodies have died, but

It will still come back to life.

"The research is still not very good." Orochimaru stood high above the Pigeon Village, looking down at the fighting personnel below. Countless giant insects emerged from the ground. They were like evil waves breaking into the flock of sheep, biting the townspeople within sight.

The townspeople, who were almost like ordinary people after removing the ability to resurrect, were immediately massacred by insects.

They are not reincarnated from filthy soil. Resurrection does not require any sacrifices or special chakra. Resurrection is literal resurrection. Injuries will be restored, and the dead will act again, with the consciousness and power of their lifetimes.

.But, again, this ninjutsu is not as demanding as the reincarnation of the earth, but it is also not as powerful as the reincarnation of the earth. They are not familiar with those reincarnated characters whose bodies were blown to pieces but can still be resurrected. They are in

After suffering severe damage, you will still die. By the way, a damaged head is not considered a particularly serious injury.

"Is there still no way for this thing to infect ninjas?" Orochimaru was surrounded by a large number of ninjas from the Pigeon Village. Most of them were genin and chunin. At this time, these pigeon villages' precious combat power was ruthlessly captured by Orochimaru.

They got up and did experiments, but all failed without any surprise. They were not successfully transformed into zombies.

"It should be that the number of "snakes" is not enough. To complete this level of transformation, the mother body may still be needed. But the mother body is still in Pingan Town. Do you need me to bring it over?" Standing next to her was a

The man's whole body was shrouded in black robes, and his voice was completely muffled by his cloak.

"No need, this kind of experiment we want to do can be done at any time. Now we should hurry up and complete our task and get started. Pigeon Village really has many interesting people." Orochimaru vomited.

Tongue, slightly feel the moisture in the air. He put his hand to his mouth, bit it lightly with his teeth, and blood flowed from his thumb. He dipped it in blood and made a mark with a grim smile.

"Ninjutsu·Psychic Technique!"

Four or five giant snakes as big as mountains appeared in Pigeon Village. They swept away a large number of ninjas on the ground. In an instant, the situation was reversed. The townspeople who were supposed to be bullied and killed actually now had the ability to fight back.

The appearance of the big snake made most ninjas busy cleaning it up, giving the zombie brigade time to catch their breath. They attacked the ninjas of Pigeon Village in groups. Even though the individual soldiers of Pigeon Village were extremely capable, they were not afraid of death in the face of it.

And they have an absolute advantage in numbers. Facing the ninja army, they are not at a disadvantage.

"Then, it's time for you to fight. Just leave the rest to me." Orochimaru glanced at the battlefield from a distance, and saw a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in white clothes. He was dressed like a doctor.

But there were sharp knives underneath the white coat that symbolized saving people. Countless zombies tried to attack him, but only a few succeeded in encountering him. A large number of zombies were cut into pieces in front of him. It was too much.

A broken body makes rebirth difficult.

"Although it is only a semi-finished product, and it is difficult to even infect genin, it still has some effect. As long as the mother body in Ping'an Town is fine, zombies can be resurrected indefinitely."

Orochimaru looked at the fighting zombies. He said they were zombies but they were not. They had

He had memories and no particularly strong desires. He just had to obey his orders despite being infected. His body moved and he ran quickly in Pigeon Village. His purpose was very clear, which was the huge ninja academy in the village.

.......

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The young man in Ping'an Town turned around and fled the streets. But what greeted him was not any light, but the thick fog and rain outside that made it almost impossible to see anything, as well as the wandering monsters.

, they gathered together and set off towards the Pigeon Village. The flames flickered from time to time in the rainy night, and the burning smell of the flames coming from the Pigeon Village could be smelled from a long distance away.

Looking at these monsters, after hesitating for a moment, the young man finally retreated and re-entered the room deep in the house, closing the door with some reluctance.

Facing this deserted town full of monsters, facing this heavy rain that seems to never stop... how helpless I feel!

It's such a disgusting feeling. I feel disgusted with my own weakness, disgusted with my own incompetence, and disgusted with the fact that I have become so cowardly in a dangerous situation.

"call........"

Taking a deep breath, the young man calmed down his heart, opened his eyes and looked around, trying to see as much as possible everything in this room. This was a warehouse where items were stored. He suppressed the fear and uneasiness in his heart, and swallowed

He swallowed, took steps, and began to explore forward.

Warehouse furnishings, chaos.

The young man supported the container next to him and walked forward cautiously. He walked very slowly and carefully.

Knock, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click, click.

Something suddenly appeared at the young man's feet. The thing was slippery and rolled forward as soon as he stepped on it.

The young man was startled and quickly took a step back. He held a stick in one hand to guard the front and pressed the door with the other. If anything went wrong, he would immediately rush out of the door. He stared at the darkness in front of him with his eyes wide open. He listened quietly with bated breath.

There was a clucking sound coming from the side.

Click, click, click.

The sound stopped.

As the sound stopped, a light suddenly flashed in the darkness.

The young man took a closer look and saw that the source of the light was a flashlight that was leaning on the edge of the shelf and powered by magic. This lonely light was as heart-warming as the light of hope in this dark world.

Thinking about it this way, it must have been this flashlight that I stepped on just now. It hit the shelf and accidentally activated the switch, which gave me a chance to see it.

Thinking of this, the young man breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the direction of the light. But when he walked to the flashlight, his eyes turned sideways inadvertently...

The light of the flashlight was impartial and projected onto a picture frame that had fallen to the ground. The glass in the picture frame was broken, and there was no photo inside, but a piece of paper was stuck inside.

The boy couldn't see clearly what was written on the paper.

Perhaps due to its age, the paper looked yellowed, and it was also full of filth. Coupled with the resistance of the glass shards, it was even harder to see anything clearly.

He hesitated for a moment, bent down and picked up the flashlight, and slowly walked towards the frame. He carefully pushed aside the broken glass, picked up the frame, and looked at it carefully with the light of the flashlight...

(This is not a resurrection at all!)

The handwriting is very heavy, and if you use the depth of the pen, it seems to wear out the pen, but the writing

The writing was very standard, and he wrote it carefully stroke by stroke, like a child learning to write, but the above content did not have a trace of childish innocence, on the contrary, it was a little more terrifying. Yes, living like this is not good at all.

Even if he is alive, he is just a monster with his own consciousness and memory... The so-called resurrection is nothing more than that.

drop.....

A soft sound suddenly appeared in the dark warehouse.

The young man was stunned, lowered his head, and looked at the frame in his hand...

Water droplets came from nowhere and fell on the frame. The water droplets reflected on the paper and slightly melted the writing.

One drop...one drop...and another drop.

The young man immediately took two steps back, but what made his eyes gradually expand was that those water droplets seemed to have some kind of consciousness, always dripping on the frame of her hand, and the writing became more and more blurry as it melted, and finally

...I finally couldn't see clearly.

The young man was stunned. Suddenly, he seemed to notice something, and reached out to touch the melted writings in the frame...

Sticky.

Although they are very old, there is no doubt that these things stuck to my fingers are...

blood.......

Beep... beep beep... beep beep beep... beep beep beep...

The water droplets were falling faster and faster, and the young man was shocked. When he saw the frame in his hand being gradually submerged by the water droplets, he instinctively threw the frame forward and stepped back, and at the same time raised the flashlight in his hand.

Shine towards the ceiling.

.........

Nothing.

There are no leaks or cracks.

There is nothing but those dim yellow spots on the ceiling...

The cold feeling made the young man shiver.

He couldn't help but cover his shoulders. The weak light of the flashlight swept around and saw the stairs going up. He glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor with a slight hesitation, then looked at the spot where blood was dripping on the ceiling and gritted his teeth.

, walking towards the stairs.

The stairs creaked under my feet. The old wooden boards seemed to have become less hard due to moisture corrosion. Every time I took a step, my whole body could not help but sink slightly.

The young man's hand grasped the guardrail and slowly climbed up to the second floor step by step. But just as he felt lucky that he had gone upstairs safely, the moment his flashlight swept across the aisle...

On the other side of the aisle, a figure flashed past quickly. He was immediately startled. The figure was not tall, and was even a little short.

"Stop! Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person!"

However, the figure over there did not pay attention to the young man, but disappeared directly at the corner of the corridor. He did not see himself or hear his words? How is this possible?

The young man became anxious now. He immediately grabbed the flashlight in his hand and ran towards the darkness quickly.

His footsteps made a fierce sound throughout the entire corridor. The fragile floor, which was almost completely corroded by moisture, was more like a drum set.

Accompanied by these sounds, he turned around the aisle and saw that there was only one door in front of him. Seeing this, of course he opened the door without hesitation and rushed in.

"Little guy......"

At the moment when the door is opened, does one's hell leave?

And will the long-lost human world finally come?