I'm doing Jujutsu Kaisen in the ninja world.

The shop owner was so frightened that he hid under the counter, trembling with fear.

Meanwhile, Shinji and the others calmly continued eating, completely ignoring the hundreds of rotten fish and shrimp outside.

"I want to sacrifice all these people to the evil god."

Hidan suddenly threw down his chopsticks, a cruel and bloodthirsty expression on his face.

In the past, Shinji would never have agreed to him doing this.

But today is different. These scumbags don't deserve to be called human. What's wrong with killing some animals as sacrifices to evil gods?

So he nodded casually, "Don't go too far, and most importantly, don't disturb me while I'm eating."

"Don't worry, Fei, give me the Bloodstained March Scythe."

With a swift turn of his divine power, A Fei retrieved the Bloodstained Three-Month Scythe from within.

Hidan picked up his weapon and couldn't help but lick his lips twice; he hadn't had a proper outburst in a long time.

He craved blood!

Hidan made sure to close the door properly before leaving.

So as not to be disturbed by anyone during his ceremony.

"You bastard, you dare to come out here to die all by yourself? Kneel down for me!"

puff!

A certain arrogant blond thug was directly cleaved in two by Hidan at an angle.

No one expected that this guy would dare to attack them, especially when facing so many of them, and even go so far as to kill them.

This undoubtedly enraged them instantly!

"Kill them! I'll take responsibility if anything happens!"

"kill!!!"

Hundreds of people rushed towards Hidan in a swarm.

Hidan immediately revealed an expression of extreme excitement, and that morbid pleasure instantly overwhelmed him.

Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!

Hidan wielded his blood-red three-month scythe, weaving through the crowd, each swing sending countless severed limbs flying.

Soon a red carpet was laid out on the ground...

Fueled by the bloody March, Hidan fought with increasing ferocity, and no one could stop him. He almost always cut people and their weapons in two at the same time.

The strong smell of blood traveled far and wide in an instant.

---Aside---

P.S.: This is a made-up story. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental.

[Chapter 456: Well-Prepared]

Snap... Snap...

Hidan dragged the blood-stained three-month scythe backwards, using the blood from the sole of his shoe to draw sacrificial ritual patterns on the ground.

In the center of the design are hundreds of corpses that are difficult to piece together.

These scum and parasites can only bully ordinary people; they're just unlucky to run into Hidan.

After losing dozens of men, their morale plummeted, and they were terrified of being killed.

But having finally had a chance to vent his anger, Hidan naturally wouldn't let them go, so he chased after them and killed them all.

Anyway, these scumbags waste air when they're alive and waste land when they're dead.

Therefore, Shinji had no intention of stopping Hidan.

Not long after Shinji finished his meal, Hidan also finished his ceremony.

After the ceremony, Hidan seemed to enter a state of enlightenment, devoid of desire and interest.

After glancing at the mountain of corpses, Shinji suddenly turned to look at Sasuke.

"Let me see if your eye power has increased recently. Use Amaterasu to purify these impurities."

Sasuke was speechless. Why isn't he afraid I'll go blind this time?

But he didn't say it; instead, he did as instructed.

After all, he's still far from reaching that level.

The Mangekyou Sharingan activated instantly, and a black flame immediately ignited the mountain of corpses.

Beneath the raging flames, filth is being purified.

Furthermore, under Sasuke's deliberate control, Hidan's ritual pattern did not spread.

Just treat it as training.

Soon, all the corpses were burned to ashes and disappeared from the world completely.

Shinji knew in his heart that the evil hidden in Little Pigeon Pond was definitely not limited to just these few people.

But he couldn't control any more of them; he could only leave them to the next 'butcher' who might come at any time.

. . . . . .

Standing on the mountain, looking down at the bustling village at the foot of the mountain.

Shanhu then said, "The harvest of these past few days, plus the number of people in this village, should be enough to fill this stone."

As soon as he finished speaking, his third eye on his forehead opened immediately. "Don't be careless. The massacre we've been carrying out against humans these past few days has attracted the attention of those ninjas. Before I get my new body, it's best not to confront them head-on."

"I'd like to too, but we don't have the time to prepare slowly. Collecting ten thousand human souls isn't that easy. To be honest, I'm already quite surprised that we've managed to hold out until now without being cornered by those ninjas."

Shanhu took out a pipe that he had somehow stolen, squinted his eyes, and took a puff with an expression of enjoyment.

Then thick white smoke billowed from the crater above his head.

Mr. Enemy did not refute his words, but rather agreed, "What you said is not wrong. It is always better to act decisively than to hesitate and miss the opportunity. Regardless of whether there are traps or ambushes ahead, we must collect enough human souls this time. Go ahead and do it boldly. Even if something unexpected happens, I will lend you my power."

Shanhu took two more puffs and nodded slowly amidst the swirling smoke.

The reason he went to such lengths to help Mr. Enemy, besides their friendship, was also to get the other man out of his body as soon as possible.

After all, nobody likes having another soul living inside their body, unless it's some kind of superpower like a personal guru.

Shanhu strongly suspected that if things didn't go well, this guy might take the opportunity to steal his body.

After finishing his cigarette, Shanhu leaped off the mountaintop, the intense heat emanating from his body distorting the surrounding air.

boom!

A loud bang drew the attention of everyone around.

Then a short monster with a volcano-like head and three eyes crawled out of the pit, bringing with it some lava-like substance.

"That kind of look really bothers me."

Shan Hu snorted coldly, and then the dozen or so people closest to him were immediately ignited by the high temperature, turning into burning figures and howling in agony.

The people nearby suddenly realized what was happening and scattered in all directions, screaming in alarm.

"Run! A monster is coming!"

"They actually...they really came! Quickly, go and invite the ninja masters over."

"I don't want to die, someone save me!"

"Fire...it hurts so much..."

"Fire! Go get some water!"

. . . . . .

"Water Release·Water Crush Wave!"

Amid the chaos, several ninjas descended from the sky, one of whom used his skillful water jutsu to extinguish the flames engulfing everyone.

Although they arrived at a very timely time, many people still died on the spot.

Those who survived also suffered severe burns over large areas of their bodies, and whether they would live or die was up to fate.

"Damn it, they infiltrated from the air!"

Upon landing, the ninja who had just unleashed the Water Release technique looked grim and couldn't help but curse.

They set traps in all directions as a precaution.

They never expected the enemy to fall directly into the village from the sky, rendering all their previous preparations futile.

The good news is that, after rigorous intelligence analysis, they finally made the right bet.

That damned monster couldn't resist the temptation and walked right into the trap.

"Be careful, this cursed spirit is probably not simple."

"I know, otherwise the three great ninja villages of Konoha, Iwagakure, and Sunagakure wouldn't have joined forces to send people to carry out this mission. A total of 4 Jonin and 16 Chunin are all here. I refuse to believe that this monster can get away!"

"In short, don't be careless."

"Don't worry, I understand."

As they talked, the other ninjas arrived from all directions and surrounded Shanhu in the center.

The villagers had long since fled, fearing they would be the next to be burned alive.

Shanhu was not surprised by the situation; he was even counting the number of enemies with great interest.

“1、2、3...19、20。才来了20个人，是不是有些太不把你珊壶大爷当回事了？”

"I think you've overestimated yourself. Sunagakure is more than enough to deal with you!"

Four Sand Village ninjas with painted faces immediately unleashed their prized puppet creations, manipulating them to attack Sancho in unison.

"Let's all get fired up!"

The crater on the coral head spewed out two more bursts of hot air, causing the surrounding temperature to rise again.