The stand-in messenger in Konoha

The media related to the adoptive father has been confirmed,

The next step is the medium that makes it easy to show the images of mindfulness.

The medium used by Bai Yue is a camera,

A camera costs 10,000+ yuan, and he was left poor and useless with only two hits.

"It's a pity that there is no TV at home, otherwise the TV could be smashed!" Bai Yue thought very prodigal.

Without a camera or a TV, it was just a cheap trick.

Bai Yue went to the yard to shovel some ash, put it on the flat wooden board in the corridor, and put the razor beside it.

The rays of the setting sun just fell on the wooden boards, making the dust and razors more colorful.

"I have a sense of ritual, do you want to chant some spells next?"

Bai Yue thought for a while, raised her hands and said, "Zi Zi, the omniscient hermit, I order you as the master, lift the seal, and release your true power!"

"Purple of the Hermit!"

Bai Yue pointed to the soil on the wooden board and said in a low voice, "Nian Zhao can find out the whereabouts of my adoptive father."

When the purple hermit touched the soil, a bright electric light burst out. The electric light covered the dust and the razor blade. At the moment of contact, the soil on the wooden board began to move.

And tracked and shaped, piled up into a picture.

in the screen,

A man with an unfamiliar face was squatting on the eaves overlooking the beautiful sunset, and he took a big bite of the steamed stuffed bun without emotion.

"..."

"There are still buns to eat. Is this a bun? It looks like a steamed bun, a steamed bun? There doesn't seem to be a hole in it, so it's a steamed bun..."

Bai Yue originally wanted to find out her adoptive father to find out what happened a few years ago, and see if she could get some sponsorship so that he could look at the full-color photos, but she didn't expect her adoptive father to be reduced to eating steamed buns.

No matter how bad life is, you can't eat steamed buns without mustard!

Bai Yue babbled: "There are still a handful of noodles at home, and there are eggs in the refrigerator. After reading the photos, why don't you go cook a bowl of egg noodles?"

"His life seems to be miserable, and we will meet again by fate in the future."

After this test, Bai Yue knew the correct usage of the purple hermit.

The purple hermit's ability is to read and write,

Different information can be obtained through different media.

Like a camera, get a photo.

Dirt, to get a stacked silhouette picture.

And if a better medium can be found that can present an exact picture, the purple hermit's ability to read and write will wait until further development.

Bai Yue's thoughts were limited, and she couldn't think of a better medium for a while.

After all, he only planned to use the purple hermit to jump rubber bands, skip rope, and play bondage...

It suddenly made him think of too complicated usage, and his little head couldn't turn it around.

"Knowing the real identity of my parents, so that I can read their whereabouts. My adoptive parents were invited by the third generation to take care of me. If the adoptive parents know the situation of my real parents, it makes no sense that the third generation will not know."

"One is that the third generation knows, but he is lying to me, and the other is that he does not know, but is just taking care of orphans in the village who have no ability to live independently."

"If the third generation doesn't know, then the real identity of my parents may be hidden even deeper, and this deep... is that the identity is insignificant and does not attract people's attention, so when something happens, I can't think of who is wrong."

"By the way, if reading pictures related to people can increase the accuracy of reading pictures, then I can start with myself."

"Although I don't know the true identities of my parents, but using my blood as a medium, I will take pictures of the person with the closest bloodline, and limit that person's identity to women, and it is very possible to know the result."

"Unless my mother has other relatives, the person in the picture taken by Nian is likely to be her!"

Bai Yue became excited. He ran into the house and grabbed the fruit knife on the coffee table.

"Just cut it off like this, how much blood do I have to bleed to get a complete picture!"

"It doesn't matter, find a basin to catch it..."

Bai Yue went to find a basin, he looked at the washbasin, and changed another bowl.

I looked at the bowl, and then looked for a smaller container.

In the end, Bai Yue found the cup for drinking tea as he wished. In the living room, he put the tea cup on the table, then picked up the fruit knife beside him, and stroked it on his wrist.

"Cut smaller, if the wound is too deep, you may miss the start of the ninja school... and the blood is too much, I need to eat a lot of steamed buns to mend it."

"The body is not good. If you lose too much blood, you might lose your hair."

"Okay, that's it, stop talking... I'll count three numbers, three... ah!"

Just after Bai Yue finished speaking, before she could react, she cut it off.

A red line suddenly appeared on the tiny wrist, and the flesh burst out along the wound, and red blood flowed out from the wound like a thin red line.

Bai Yue turned over her palm, and bright red blood dripped down her fingers into the teacup.

The blood accumulated more and more, and soon changed from bright red to black red, just like red wine.

Bai Yue looked at the teacup, just in time to see the blood in the cup.

His face was pale, half from pain, half from fright...with no experience, if the knife was cut off, he might not be able to go to the Ninja Hospital to see a doctor.

"It's over. I didn't prepare anything to stop the bleeding in advance. It just kept flowing like this. It will take a long time for the bleeding to stop naturally... The teacup will be full, and I will pinch my wrist. I can't continue to bleed!"

Bai Yue put down the knife, held her left wrist with her right hand, and pinched it hard, her right hand was covered with blood, and after a few minutes, her palm was stuck to her left wrist.

Bai Yue felt a little dizzy. He sat on the sofa and looked up at the ceiling on the first floor in a daze.

After a while, he regained his composure, held his left hand with his right hand, kept the posture of hemostasis, and searched for a medicine kit for trauma.

Konoha Hermit Village is a ninja village. The residents living in the village are more or less related to ninjas. In addition, the history of building the village is the history of ninja wars, so every household has medical emergency and other things...

Bai Yue had seen the medicine box at home a long time ago. After all, he usually had nothing to do, so he looked around for fun and was very familiar with the home.

Bai Yue knelt on the ground, opened the medicine box with her forehead, bit out the gauze with sweat all over her face, and then carefully released her left hand with her right hand.

The right hand did not let go of the left wrist for the first time, and the flesh was stuck with blood.

After Bai Yue tore it apart, it was very painful again. He gritted his teeth and picked up the gauze and wrapped it around his wrist a few times.

"Ha... I can't believe it, I actually cut it off!"

Bai Yue sat on the ground panting: "It's not fun, the blood shed this time is enough to find my mother, right?"

"Let's go read and take a picture..."

Bai Yue got up, ignoring the medicine box on the ground, he staggered to the living room, and picked up the tea cup filled with his own blood with his right hand.

"Need to find a flat place, that place can't have any inclinations."

"Water is different from soil. Water is fluid. Although the ability to read and write can fix the screen immediately, there is a specific time for maintaining the ability. After the maintenance time passes, the screen will be uneven, causing blood to flow. , which blurs the picture."

Bai Yue found a place as flat as possible. Looking left and right, the ground of the house was flatter.

Bai Yue poured the blood on the floor, and stretched out her good right hand: "That's it, the purple hermit, read my mother's whereabouts, and use my blood as the medium of reading!"

The black and red blood on the floor, under the purple hermit's ability to read and write, slowly flowed on the ground, just like writing, outlining a picture of a skeleton coffin.

in the coffin,

A skeleton outlined in blood lay quietly inside.