Konoha: My peaceful life was betrayed by the system.

The Blood Pool tribesmen, who were driven back into the valley, dared not leave again, and the tribesman committed suicide out of guilt for the excessive number of deaths and injuries among his tribesmen.

Although they still wanted to leave the valley, their strength did not allow it, so they could only silently accumulate strength.

But the poisonous gas in the valley was slowly reaping their lives, and by the time they realized it, it was too late.

Presumably, the only person who can move around normally now is Miyajo En, otherwise they wouldn't have sent a six-year-old child to find herbs to cure miasma.

Although Toki had already understood the whole story, Chiri was still confused and desperately searched her mind for information about who the Blood Pond Clan was and what grudge they had against the Uchiha Clan.

But in the end, she discovered that there seemed to be no record of the Blood Pool Clan in her family.

Seeing that Chiri still looked puzzled, Miyajo En said, "As expected, the Uchiha clan won't remember us. How arrogant."

In reality, this matter cannot be called the arrogance of the Uchiha clan at all; it was essentially a mercenary mission that the Uchiha clan accepted.

I was just helping out by watching the gate and resolving a riot.

If such work experiences were recorded in family secrets, they would be worthless.

Moreover, it seriously undermines the prestige of the clan. The dignified Uchiha clan is actually working for a mercenary organization, which is unbecoming of their status.

However, Zhili did not refute Miyajo En's words, since she had not yet understood the true situation.

At this point, rushing to make an explanation would be futile.

Seeing that neither of them intended to speak, Miyajo En pointed towards the cave.

"Go in from there. Your builds should be fine."

Chapter 150 Red Mist

Seeing that neither of them intended to speak, Miyajo En pointed towards the cave.

"Go in from there. Your builds should be fine."

After saying that, he walked straight into the cave.

After exchanging a glance, Toru and Jiri followed in Miyajo En's footsteps.

Upon entering the cave, the two discovered that older people would not be able to leave.

Only teenagers can come and go here; adults would be blocked.

In this way, Hell Valley became a natural prison.

Even if children manage to get out, it won't be a problem, unless they want to abandon their families; otherwise, they will eventually return to Hell Valley.

Once they reach adulthood and are no longer able to leave, a new cycle begins.

If the children of the Blood Pool Clan cannot abandon their clan, then the Blood Pool Clan will be trapped in Hell Valley forever and unable to escape.

The cave leading into Hell Valley is quite long, with many twists and turns; if you're not careful, you could fall into a deep pit.

It's safe to say that there are deadly dangers everywhere, so it's no wonder that this place is called Hell Valley.

Because it's not a place where the living can survive; only hell has such a harsh environment.

As the three ventured deeper into the cave, it grew increasingly hot, with a pungent smell of sulfur wafting through the air from time to time.

The surrounding walls gradually changed from their initial earthy yellow color to blood red.

It felt like being in a fiery hell, making one feel suffocated.

Chiri felt a mix of emotions. Although she didn't think the Uchiha clan had done anything wrong, the Miyajo clan had actually lived in such an environment for decades or even centuries.

She couldn't imagine what kind of torment they had endured all this time.

If possible, try your best to make it up to them.

"How much longer until we arrive?" Unlike Zhili, Qufeng didn't think about such trivial matters.

I only came here because I was attracted by this petty thief, and then I discovered that he was actually a member of the Blood Pool Clan.

This made Qu Feng even more curious.

After all, there are very few clans in the ninja world that are skilled in eye techniques, even though the Blood Pond clan has declined.

But there may still be a chance to save it.

However, the specifics depend on whether the Blood Pond Clan's ninjas are worth rescuing.

After all, he wasn't so kind as to rescue someone just because he happened to pass by a mountain.

If there's really no need to save the Blood Pool Clan, then just draw a vial of blood and leave gracefully.

Presumably, no one can stop Toru from taking Chiri away from Hell Valley.

"We're almost there. After we go around a bend, we'll enter Hell Valley."

Toru didn't doubt what Miyajo said, because he could already smell an incredibly strong sulfur odor.

Moreover, the surrounding walls had become very damp.

They were clearly already close to entering the valley.

Finally, after turning a corner, the three of them found their view suddenly opened up.

However, the Ming Dynasty lacked fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry trees, and bamboo groves, as well as crisscrossing paths and the sounds of chickens and dogs.

All that remained was a red mist that permeated the entire valley and an almost deathly silence.

Almost the instant he smelled the red mist, Zhili began coughing violently.

She tried many methods but couldn't stop, and with each inhalation of the mist, her cough became more severe.

Seeing this, Toru took out a light pink pill and put it into Jiri's mouth, telling her to swallow it.

After doing so, Zhili stopped coughing about a minute later, and her complexion improved.

Qu Feng glanced at Miyajo En and casually tossed him a pill.

"Don't die before we leave here."

Miyajo En looked at the pill in his hand, then put it away: "I'm used to it. The red mist can't do anything to me, but it might not be the case for you outsiders."

Qu Feng waved his hand casually: "Don't worry about us, lead the way, let me see your people."

Miyajo En nodded, then gestured for Torukaze and Jiri to follow in his footsteps, otherwise they would easily lose their way in the fog.

The three of them walked into the fog together. To prevent them from getting separated, Qu Feng tied their wrists together with crystal vines, which made them feel very safe.

At that moment, Zhili suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

When Qu Feng turned around, he saw a skeleton lying at Zhi Li's feet, a skeleton that had been dead for who knows how long.

It was accidentally stepped on and crushed by Zhili.

It's no wonder that Zhili didn't notice; the skull had been stained red by the red mist.

It blends almost seamlessly with the boundless red mist, making it difficult to spot if you're not paying attention.

Chiri wasn't frightened by this small matter; she just felt it might be a bit offensive, which is why she exclaimed in surprise.

At this moment, Miyagi said calmly, "There's no need to make a fuss. He's not the only dead person here. It looks like he's been dead for over ten years."

"Why not bury them? Just letting the bodies be dumped and rot won't that spread diseases?"

Miyajo En answered the question about obtaining wind relatively patiently.

“There is no soil here, only broken stones. Even if there is soil, it has all been used to build houses. There is no spare soil to take care of them.”

"Regarding disease... Ah, the red mist is the greatest disease."

Well, there's no need to ask this question. This Hell Valley doesn't even have soil to bury corpses. It's really barren to a certain extent.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it's the worst place in the ninja world.

The Blood Pool Clan is truly a very tenacious family.

"How many 'predecessors' are there in this area? I'll be careful not to offend them."

"I'm being very careful," Zhili said cautiously.

Miyajo En thought about the question for a moment and said, "If there aren't a thousand, there are at least several hundred, but most of them died fighting the Uchiha clan back then."

"The clansmen were severely weakened and had no energy to pull them back, so they were left to rot here. However, they died for the freedom of the Blood Pool clan."

“We also call this place a holy site, but I don’t feel it is sacred.”

For some reason, Toru felt that Oyajo had become more talkative since returning to Hell Valley, probably because he was back in a familiar place.

It might make him feel at ease.

The area inside Hell Valley is quite large; after walking for so long, the group still hadn't reached the location of the Blood Pool Clan.

Despite its large area, the red fog showed no signs of thinning.

Takefusa attempted to use Cloud Escape to merge into the red mist, hoping to see if he could control it.

It was a success very easily; it seems that it was just ordinary fog mixed with some toxic substances.

But now that we can control it, everything is much easier, and there's no need to keep wandering around like blind men touching an elephant.

Chapter 151 The Blood Pool Clan

But now that we can control it, everything is much easier, and there's no need to keep wandering around like blind men touching an elephant.

Toru stopped in his tracks, which puzzled Chiri and Miyajo. Could it be that he had discovered something?

Just as Zhili was about to ask, the wind suddenly stirred.

His hands moved swiftly, forming hand seals. Then, he exhaled a cloud of energy from his mouth, which spun and condensed into a white cloud ball in his hands.

"What are you doing, taking the wind?"

Qu Feng smiled and said, "If it succeeds, then there will be no more red mist here in the future."

Miyajo En didn't ask anything; he just kept staring at the white cloud ball in Torufu's hand.

Although he had not yet refined chakra, he already knew the five attributes of chakra.

But he didn't understand any of the ninjutsu that the person in front of him used from beginning to end.

It was crystal just now, but now it looks like white clouds.