I unleashed a Hundred Demons Parade in the Ninja World

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Task Status: Incomplete

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Very simple task.

But it felt somewhat heavy.

"Thank you."

After uttering those words, he summoned back all the shikigami around him, and then strolled into the depths of the island.

The entrance to the cave is in a tunnel on the mountain. The wooden steps leading down have been completely destroyed. Perhaps the original islanders went down there to prevent pirates from hunting them, or perhaps those vicious guys had already discovered the secret underground and deliberately cut off the way to survival, extinguishing any hope.

However, this is not a problem for Huang.

As he stepped down from mid-air, a wooden ladder woven from intertwined vines and roots appeared out of thin air and then meandered down the rock face.

[Ghostly Entanglement - The Root of Calamity in the Sacred Tree!]

The cave was dimly lit, and the sound of dripping water filled the air. Huang's footsteps were particularly distinct in this area.

Just as he stepped onto a rugged and sturdy stone pillar, several hoarse and deep voices suddenly appeared in his ears, accompanied by gusts of wind.

"Go to hell!"

Correct.

In their unanimous roar, only these two words were uttered.

The objects that carried strong winds were agricultural implements that were not very threatening.

Such an attack could not possibly harm Huang. In fact, when Huang was close by, Huang had already noticed the tattered corners of his clothes that were not completely hidden, as well as the breathing and heartbeat that he was trying to suppress but could not easily let go of.

The phantom was shattered.

This is the ability of [Mirror Flower Water Moon].

He himself had already fallen more than three meters away.

"Are you the only few left?"

Huang looked calmly at the five thin, middle-aged men in his field of vision and said.

Actually, he had been worried about one thing since he came down:

To save the remaining islanders.

In the event of a disaster, what choice will the surviving members of their kind make?

Is it about helping each other and waiting for a possible hope to arrive? Or is it about gradually amplifying selfish human nature and letting the fittest survive?

If it were the former, Huang would naturally not have any other thoughts.

But if it's the latter...

Perhaps he will choose to complete the summoning quest first...

"Go to hell! Go to hell!!"

The men in sight did not answer, but instead frantically waved their farm tools, though this frenzy existed only in their expressions and words.

'boom. ’

Huang casually braced himself against a hoe that came crashing down on him, easily snapping it in half, and then asked:

"I've wiped out those pirates. Are you all the only ones left down here?"

As he spoke, he drew the horizontal sword from his back, the blade still stained with blood.

Upon hearing this, the men who were in a state of rioting suddenly stopped what they were doing.

In fact, they also discovered some clues:

Aside from the fact that their attire is fundamentally different from that of pirates, the most striking difference is that the little guy in front of him is just too young!

However, no one had come down here for too long, and the pirates had taken over the entire island, so this sudden "visitor" drove these homeless people crazy and reckless.

"You mean......."

After they slowly finished analyzing the message that had reached their ears, the man who seemed to be the oldest suddenly spoke up, and it was no longer the simple and direct "Go to hell, go to hell".

However, he didn't say all of his words.

For the same reason, the boy in front of them was simply too young.

"Yes, it's already been wiped out. I'm just a wandering ninja passing by."

"The blood on this knife belongs to the pirate leader."

Huang said calmly.

In his opinion, this was a trivial matter.

"Really?"

A hoarse voice rang out; it belonged to another person.

His eyes were cloudy, best described as muddled and confused, but now, a glimmer of light flashed in those dull pupils.

"Yeah, it's true."

After receiving another affirmative answer, tears silently streamed down the man's long-dry eyes.

"The child's mother has gotten her revenge, she's got her revenge..."

"Thank you, thank you..."

He knelt down at Huang's feet, murmuring his deepest gratitude.

........

The previously guessed answer was: the former.

The remaining island residents are no more than fifty years old, but they are mostly children and women.

This is how hope has been preserved.

Behind them lay endless rows of graves, each simply inscribed with the name of the departed.

Upon learning that the pirates who had invaded their homeland had been wiped out, endless sorrow instantly filled the entire cavern, echoing with the faint wailing of ghosts.

"Go up."

"We have to look forward."

Huang spoke to the survivors who were reluctant to leave, trying to keep his voice down.

This situation seems a bit strange.

But it seems to fit perfectly.

Only after all the survivors had left did Huang look ahead, where a continuous mass of dead souls lay.

The souls of the dead kneel on the ground in worship.

[Spiritual Vision]: By concentrating Yin-Yang power in the eyes, one can see things that exist between the Yin and Yang realms. Skill points consumed: 1.

This is almost a required skill for every Onmyoji.

"Thank you, Lord Ara."

The elderly spirit at the head of the group raised its eyes and spoke first, its eyes filled with gratitude.

These lingering resentments constantly watch over those despicable pirates, and when the unseeing thing falls into the sea, they rush out their hands, eager to drag it into eternal damnation.

I heard the boy's name at that time.

"Well, no need."

"They will start a new life."

"You may all leave now."

Huang didn't know how to communicate with these spirits, so he could only simplify the problem.

"Um, Lord Ara."

"We have one more small request..."

It was the old man who was in the lead who spoke again, and the other kneeling souls all raised their eyes at that moment, their eyes filled with expectation.

"What is it?"

Huang hesitated for a moment, then asked.

But Yu Zhi had already made up his mind that he could not and was unable to help take care of or even take away the remaining survivors.

"We want to see our surviving relatives again, and the island where we used to live."

The old man spoke softly, his eyes filled with longing.

The spirits behind him all wore similar expressions.

"Yeah, no problem."

A hint of guilt appeared in Huang's eyes. He turned slightly to the side, signaling to make way.

Seeing this, the old man stood up, his eyes filled with not only longing but also a sense of relief.

"Thank you, Lord Ara."

His unique voice was filled with the most sincere gratitude, and after bowing, it drifted towards the brightly lit mountaintop.

"Thank you, Lord Ara."