Finally, they came to a huge tea room.

Outside the teahouse, there is a large open space. The ground is paved with a layer of fine white sandstone, and the surface is combed with very neat ripples. This is the product of careful care every day.

In the tea room, a Japanese man wearing a traditional kimono was sipping tea.

"It's great to have friends from far away." His Chinese was very standard, and he had medium gray and white hair tied into a ball at the back of his head. The man was kneeling on the tatami, his back straight, and he nodded slightly towards Zhang Ming.

He stretched out his right hand and asked Zhang Ming to sit over.

Zhang Ming stepped on the white gravel ground, took off his shoes and walked into the tea room. Deidara followed. When Miyamoto took off his shoes, Zhang Ming sniffed and frowned slightly.

"Um...Miyamoto, please stay outside."

"oh."

Miyamoto put on his shoes again and walked out. This action made the three people in the tea room subconsciously breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhang Ming didn't know how to sit on his knees. He sat cross-legged opposite the man in kimono and glanced at the Japanese sword beside his legs.

"Who are you?"

"Murakami. One of the five founders of the Hand."

"You don't look like the founder, but a pawn that was thrown out for me to eat."

"You are right, I am an abandoned child."

Murakami poured tea for Zhang Ming. His tea ceremony was exquisite, and every move he made was full of ancient charm.

"As an abandoned son, I have a merciless request."

"What?" Zhang Ming asked.

Murakami raised his tea cup and said, "After drinking this cup of tea, I will kill you. If I fail, I will either die in your hands or commit suicide. I want to ask you... to save my life."

Circles of dark ripples gradually appeared in Murakami's eyes.

"Reincarnation Eye?" Deidara was the first to react, "This is Pain's illusion!"

"Why should I save you?" Zhang Ming asked.

"Because I'm still useful. I have information, and I can also help you kill people."

Murakami's hand holding the tea cup was trembling slightly, and the black ripples in his eyes were getting deeper and deeper.

"Okay, I promise you."

"Thank you." Murakami drank the tea in one gulp.
Chapter completed!