Red sand dust

Deidara looked at his companion strangely, who seemed to have some inexplicable interest.

"What are you going to do, Brother Scorpion, to save him?"

Red Sand Scorpion shook his head:

"Didn't he say that life is beautiful? I gave him a chance to prove himself..."

After forming a seal with both hands, he conveniently injected the brain manipulation sand into the dying boy, then took out a large syringe and injected a tube of medicine into his body.

After doing this and checking that there were no fatal injuries on his body, he kicked him back into the quicksand sea again.

"You're lucky if you die. If you survive, just work hard and let me see if your persistence in art can create miracles..."

After saying that, the genius puppet master turned around and left without looking back.

"Let's go, Deidara..."

"Is this the end?"

If it were in another place, Deidara would have sacrificed this trash with little ability and arrogance to the art of explosion.

"If you don't mind the trouble, go back and kill him, and I won't stop you..."

"Forget it this time, don't disturb Brother Scorpion's interest. Next time, Brother Scorpion, don't stop me from enjoying the art of explosion..."

"what ever!"

Deidara, who was a bit talkative, and the Red Sand Scorpion, who was dealing with it impatiently, walked away. The pit left by the sinking dying boy was gradually filled with quicksand; the windy sand in the sky was filled with footprints from far to near. It was all submerged, and the story just now was as if it had never happened.

When everything ended and the surroundings fell into darkness again, Daimaru suddenly noticed a warm breath coming from his body. He hesitated for a moment, then opened his eyes, and saw Kurama Yakumo who was painting not far away, while he was lazy. He leaned against the window sill and acted as a model.

"Are you awake? You're really slow..."

"That memory just now..."

Daimaru smiled gratefully,

"Thank you……"

"Nothing! Since you helped me solve Idu, I will also help you solve a small problem..."

"This is really a 'little problem'..."

Daimaru sighed, it was too difficult to remove the dangerous secret technique of controlling memory, such as Subliminal Mana Sand, but for Kurama Yakumo, it was indeed just a small problem.

"You helped me remove that technique, why did you seal that memory?"

"I always feel bad, full of despair, disgusting..."

Kurama Yakumo showed a disgusted expression,

"At that time, you weren't very suitable to know this..."

Once the huge spiritual power that has been hidden for many years is released, and such a strong negative aura is released, an uncontrollable monster may be born in Daimaru's spiritual world, and then there will be trouble.

"Maybe……"

Daimaru looked at his pale palms,

"It's really interesting that such a realistic spiritual world exists in a painting..."

"These are all for you..."

"This thank you gift is too expensive, I feel a bit frightened..."

Daimaru asked with a smile,

"I have fused with the lost memory. I have figured out what happened. What do you...do you mean here?"

"It's just a wisp of spiritual projection, it will disappear soon, but..."

Kurama Yakumo smiled mysteriously,

"Maybe we'll meet in another way soon..."

"Extremely looking forward to it..."

"Then...goodbye!"

As he said that, the studio was still the same and the girl's figure disappeared.

…

Under the concerned eyes of Yemu and Qian, Daimaru suddenly opened his eyes.

"you're awake?"

The two female ninjas breathed a sigh of relief. Although they had known for a long time that the gift from Kurama Yakumo was unlikely to bring danger to Daimaru, the sudden terrifying spiritual power still frightened the two of them.

"Well, how many minutes has passed since I took action?"

"Less than ten minutes!"

Nighteye patted his chest and replied,

"Since the mutation began, you have closed your eyes and your body has been shaking. You seem to have been greatly frightened..."

"Scared?"

Daimaru grinned,

"I guess so!"

From the sudden surge in mental strength, we can know that it is absolutely impossible to increase so much by recycling a small piece of memory. To this extent, it is probably a real gain from a near-death experience.

The despair brought about by the threat of death and physical pain is several times higher than the total amount of improvement Daimaru has gained in the past few months since he acquired the ability to absorb negative emotions.

“What a great experience!”

It turns out that I had such a story with the Red Sand Scorpion and Deidara. I used to be one of the people controlled by the Submersible Manipulator.

But is he considered a spy?

Daimaru asked himself, although he had received some help from the Red Sand Scorpion, without his intervention, he might not have died at that time. The actions of the Red Sand Scorpion only increased the chance of surviving and waiting for rescue.

He has never helped the Red Sand Scorpion obtain information, and his actions have not lost the propriety of the Sand Ninja. Daimaru has never thought of himself as a subordinate of the Red Sand Scorpion, so naturally he cannot be called a spy.

Before he could do anything bad or fall too deep, the hidden danger was eliminated with the help of Kurama Yakumo, and Daimaru couldn't help but feel lucky.

Is this considered kindness? I guess, but Daimaru is not a good person, and he has no interest in the so-called tragic experience of the Red Sand Scorpion.

If you are too busy with your own affairs, how can you have time to feel emotional about other people's stories? Daimaru is interested in the knowledge and puppets of the Red Sand Scorpion, but has no good impression of him himself.

Not long ago, I was thinking about getting in touch with the Red Sand Scorpion, but it turned out that we had already become involved.

"When we meet, should we shout: "Evil devils and heretics, everyone will find them and kill them;" or "The enemy is ferocious, everyone should come together shoulder to shoulder!" Which one is better? 』

"Daimaru, did something good happen to you? Are you smiling so happily?"

Yemu asked a little strangely.

"There are some gains, but..."

Daimaru replied,

"I laugh because I think of some happy things..."

"That's right! It seems that you are very satisfied with Kurama Yakumo's first gift..."

Qian nodded and said,

"When you were inspecting the first painting just now, your mental energy was overflowing greatly. There were also some strange movements in the second painting, but we didn't dare to intervene..."

"Anxin, it's okay! I probably understand what's going on with these two paintings..."

Both paintings are the entrance to a small spiritual space, which can be entered and exited in a limited manner after finding the skills.

"When I recover a little, I will take you to the second painting later..."

"Is this okay?"

Yemu and Qian looked at each other,

"Should we avoid the things that others give you?"

Daimaru chuckled, shook his head and replied:

"It doesn't matter. The secret in the second painting is most likely related to you..."