People are in Hokage, start with an old tree on the grave of Jinglingting

The mask was as black as night, with a bright red crescent moon printed on it, as bright as blood, suddenly reflected in the eyes, and coupled with the centipede baby face on top of the head... It was really like walking into a ghost at night, and I almost died of a heart attack. Scared out.

The four little ones: Sakon, Tayuya, Kidomaru, Shishirobo... their faces all changed. Their thin and petite bodies were not as big as that baby's face. They turned their heads at the same time, and the ghost was reflected in their eyes. When wearing a mask, the pores on the cheeks shrink into pimples.

This thing floating in the sky?

Orochimaru-sama never taught it!

There was a momentary brain shutdown, and the Otonin four who had not yet graduated did not have enough knowledge, quick reactions, and enough courage and experience. At this moment, there was no way to answer the question posed by the ghost face.

murderous look?

Something that looked like murderous intent, but seemed to be more viscous and turned into substance... a sense of oppression that directly impacted the soul, shrouded the surrounding air, and pressed extremely heavily on the four small people, making them unable to move and unable to move. Dare to resist.

The four little people froze in place, their eyes subconsciously aimed in the same direction, Nirvana Mayori grinned exaggeratedly, and Kisawa Jizo above her head also responded to the terrifying baby crying.

Nirvana Mayuri disappeared in place.

Jisha Jizo slammed through the wall of the house next to him, like a ferocious centipede climbing the wall, and quickly followed in a certain direction, leaving ripples in the air.

"Saved!" Jirobo's jaw was trembling.

"That monster went to the laboratory." Tayuya swallowed.

"What is that thing, just now I felt that my body couldn't move at all, and I would die if I moved!" Kidomaru opened his mouth, breathing heavily.

"..." Sakon felt a chill in his heart. The man wearing the Onizuki mask had the same terrifying aura as Orochimaru, and now, that man went to Orochimaru's laboratory.

Four small people, you look at me, I look at you, but the feet are like roots, standing still, looking up at the dark sky, waiting silently.

who knows,

When will Master Orochimaru come back?

......

On the street next to him, Jun Malu had just drawn a tube of blood for himself, and before he could stop the bleeding, he saw the roof beams of the house collapsed, the broken stones fell like rain, and a twisted and bloated centipede flew from the top of his head. past.

"???" Jun Malu was confused, almost thinking that his blood was pumping too much, resulting in insufficient blood supply to the brain, and a phantom appeared in front of his eyes.

"wrong!"

Jun Malu came back to his senses, two bone spurs pierced out of his arms and elbows, like knives and swords, he suddenly jumped and split the broken beam, turned his body and stepped on the roof, his eyes were cold and frowning, and he looked into the night .

"stop!"

Jun Malu locked onto a strange and sneaky figure. The man was covered in a black robe, with a mask on his face, and a knife on his waist. He was always stroking the handle of the knife with one hand, but there were a series of eyeballs embedded in the handle of the knife.

The man walked neither fast nor slow, exuding a strange and chilling aura around him, and behind him was a street stained red with blood, and the corpses of several Otonin who blocked the road were cut into several pieces, scattered miserably and horribly all over the place.

"You called me?" Guiyue's voice under the mask was deep and cold. Listening to him, it was as if a knife was cutting her throat.

Jun Malu felt a sharp pain in his Adam's apple, and he stared at the ghost face in front of him, but suddenly, a chill of horror emerged in his heart, because the eyeballs embedded in the handle of the knife in his peripheral vision blinked at him in unison.

Those eyeballs moving?

The knife is alive!

He, who never knew what fear was, met the string of eyeballs staring at him at the same time. At this moment, a coolness soaked into his skull, and Jun Malu's scalp felt numb.

"You called me, stop?"

The voice that was rubbing like a blade repeated the question, and then there was a ferocious and cold laugh, "Your hands grow bones, in the shape of swords? What an enviable ability!"

Hei Si Mou's sword was forged with his own flesh and blood!

As for the corpse bone vein, you can manipulate your own bones and grind them into swords!

To a certain extent, this is the ability that Hei Si Mou desires most, longing for him, and cannot bear to kill the boy in front of him.

Jun Malu keenly caught the strangeness in Hei Si Mou's words, the other party seemed to have never heard of the famous Shi Gu Mai, why did he act like he didn't know him at all?

"Give you a chance to draw your sword against me. If you can satisfy me, I will introduce you to Lord Wuhan, otherwise..."

Hei Si Mou raised his hand and took off his mask, revealing a face full of six eyes, like a demon or a ghost. Three pairs of writing sharing eyes arranged vertically and side by side rotated at the same frequency, locking on the horrified Jun Malu at the same time.

A terrifying murderous aura erupted from him, gloomy and cold, "Otherwise, you will die cleanly with the bones in your body!"

It's not like the murderous aura that humans can erupt, but an evil spirit that devours countless living people, and the ghostly aura emanating from the body and soul wants to choose people and devour them.

"Is this guy in front of me really human?"

Jun Malu's expression changed suddenly, and his pores all over his body seemed to be pricked by needles. He recalled that a few days ago, in the laboratory, he occasionally heard something about [ghosts] mentioned in Dashemaru's mouth.

Oshemaru-sama, this time he went out to bring back a [ghost] for research, but now, Oshemaru-sama hasn't come back yet, the ghost may have come to the door first!

Jun Ma Lu Fu felt in his heart that he might have recognized Hei Si Mou's true identity. He gritted his teeth fiercely, stepped on his feet and rushed forward, using his body to help his arms, and immediately twisted his waist horizontally, driving his forearms to swing, and his elbows fell The pierced knife quickly cut through the air, making a piercing scream.

For a moment, the air was filled with the sound of chopping and cutting, and the Mori White Bone Sword covered the sky and covered the sky, tightly locking all the dodging directions of Hei Simou.

"It's good, but it's not enough!"

Hei Si Mou held the hilt of the sword with one hand, shaking his wrist lightly, his shoulders dropped and his elbows dropped. The images reflected in the six Sharingan were overlapping, and the trajectory of the bone knife in the sky suddenly became an intermittent slideshow.

"If that's the case, go to hell, Moon Breath One Form Dark Moon Palace of Night!"

Knife drawing technique, Juhe chopping, the blade is like a gorgeous moon wheel, the cold light is shining in a line, the arc of the crescent moon is rotating, and in an instant, the bone blade net is cut, and the straight cold light is reflected on Jun Malu's chest .

Blood spattered, his chest was cracked, and his ribs were severed.

Jun Malu flew upside down and spun half a circle in the air, his whole face was stained red by the blood sprayed from his chest, but his eyes were still bright and stared at Heishimu, his spine trembled like a python, A vertebra was quietly pulled out by him, turned over in the air along the body, stained with his own blood, and with the residual heat of scorching heat, he threw it out like a whip and pierced Heishimou's heart.

"Hey!" Jun Malu fell heavily to the ground, his chest and ribs were broken, his heart was bleeding, and his beating became weaker and weaker.

The color in his eyes was fading away, but he just ignored it completely, and smiled as if he was coughing up blood, and the two red spots between his eyebrows were stained more vividly by the blood.

"Hey!"

Hei Si Mou remained motionless, allowing the bone whip to pierce his heart like a knife. He looked down at Jun Ma Lu whose heart was about to stop beating, and licked his indifferent and cold lips, "It's a good sword, I will kill you Dedicated to Master Wu Mi!"

Black Death Mou pulled out the bone sword that pierced the heart inch by inch...