Chapter 475: Yes, but you have to work hard

 “You…you…are…Xia…!”

 “Puff!”

A man pointed at Xia Muyang in horror, but before he could say a word or two, Xia Muyang raised his long knife and nailed it directly to the ground, and his breath disappeared quickly.

“Is there anyone else who wants to **** my wallet? If not, I’ll ask again later!”

 “You are Konoha Hanguang Natsume Yang!”

At this moment, a frightened and slightly uncertain voice suddenly came from behind Xia Muyang, and he saw a thief sitting in the corner looking at him with horror on his face.

 “Why, doesn’t it look like it?”

Xia Muyang pulled out the long knife on the ground, came to him, and killed him with one knife.

"We actually provoked such a murderous god?" Everyone's eyes showed a look of horror. They really didn't know how to escape from the hands of this murderous god.

 Hurling, for the murderous **** in front of you, may really be just a common occurrence.

 “Want to live?”

Xia Muyang turned around, raised the long knife in his hand, his eyes quickly flashed across the faces of the people, and he grinned with a bloodthirsty smile.

 “What do you want to know?” A person boldly asked, his voice trembling.

"I am asking you about a man. If you know it, tell me his full whereabouts."

"Of course, you don't have to tell me, but in that case, I have to tell you that I'm sorry, but the knife in my hand doesn't recognize anyone!" Xia Muyang said with a harmless expression, his teeth shining in the sun Glittering in the light.

"You said...you said, you must know that Wu...doesn't say anything, and talks about Wu...infinitely!" A group of thieves were about to cry and responded quickly.

This deal is really not a good deal at all. I thought he was a rich man, but in the end, he provoked a murderer.

"Have you ever seen a Konoha ninja wearing a Konoha forehead protector, about thirty years old, with gray hair, a stab wound on his right eye, rosacea, and a bandage on his right hand?" Natsume Yang looked at these people and asked What I wanted to ask.

"this…!"

After hearing this, everyone couldn't help but look at each other. Everyone tried to think back and see if they had seen the person Natsume Yang was talking about. They didn't want to die.

However, no matter what they thought, none of them seemed to match what Natsume Yang said. Sweat suddenly covered their foreheads and dripped to the ground.

"Looking at you, I guess I can't get the answer I want. In that case, I have no choice but to ask you to die!"

Not getting the answer he wanted, Xia Muyang shook his head in disappointment, and then, with a cold flash of light, the long sword was about to fall.

“We can be your spy and will notify you as soon as there is news! Please don’t kill us, spare our lives, we really don’t know!”

Seeing this, some people panicked and quickly kowtowed and begged.

But what they got was deathly silence. Everyone felt that the air had become much heavier and breathing became difficult. The surroundings instantly became silent. Even the sound of breathing seemed abrupt and unnecessary. It was extremely difficult to move a finger. .

 The deathly silent environment made these people feel that every second was so long. Sweat was pouring down, but no one dared to move. Their hearts were beating fast and they were extremely nervous.

Whether the long sword will fall is a matter of Natsume Yang's thoughts. They have no ability to resist at all.

“Okay! So, you have to work hard, otherwise, you will still die!”

After a long time, they finally got Xia Muyang's answer. Everyone felt their bodies suddenly lighten, and they all collapsed into one piece. They were panting heavily, and their eyes and faces were filled with lingering fear.