Scourge of Naruto

The experience derived from the dream is beyond Banner's control, because it is a picture created based on Ye Zi's memory. Everything is a dream projection from Ye Zi's independent memory. ○

Judging from this not very long dream memory, Ye Zi is a person from another world. The power system in that world is very ordinary. So in what way can Ye Zi travel between worlds? barrier?

The face was as dry as tree bark, and the folds squeezed together became even more ugly due to emotional fluctuations. After a while, the turbulent mood returned to calm, and the old face was expressionless.

If the situation permits, he would like to pry out more information. Although he has an unchangeable purpose, it does not prevent him from being interested in another world.

He wants to create a perfect world, and after that, there may not be any confusion about where to go.

Beside him, Bai Zetsu grinned and showed his fangs. Madara's performance really made him very curious as to what he saw that caused him to lose his composure for such a brief period.

This is not a long time, but it becomes very long under the darkness that never sees the light of day.

That cold man, who had been sitting under the Heretic Demon Statue for so many years, never showed any fluctuation in his face as he looked into the depths of darkness.

Although Bai Jue was curious, he didn't ask. The end of the dream projection was when the caster woke up. Therefore, by the time Madara calmed down, Ye Zi, who was lying on the bed, had already woken up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar darkness, and I couldn't see any fingers. After getting used to it for a while, my vision changed from darkness to gray, giving people a vague feeling of seeing things clearly but not being able to see them clearly.

Ye Zi stared at the unknown gray darkness with complicated emotions. His persistence along the way seemed to be a dream that evoked inner memories, reminding him that his original intention should not be forgotten...

In the dangerous situation where death was within reach, the rumble of the rock formations was moving in his ears, and his consciousness was still clear and he was aware of the gradually thinning air. He really thought that he was going to die like this. For a brief moment, he felt relieved. It felt so relaxing to have all the baggage gone, so much so that an idea arose in my mind that I was going to die anyway.

Why do I have to be so tired?

Why do I have to endure so much?

(Author: Because you are a pig’s foot!)

And this dream, which was clear even after waking up, turned into an answer, binding him deeply again.

"If I give up these things, maybe I can live an easy life, but if I can give them up easily, then I won't be me..."

Ye Zi thought silently, and his desire to go back as soon as possible became even stronger.

"You are recovering well." Ban looked at Ye Zi and said calmly.

It took a week to spy on the dream projection, and this week allowed Ye Zi to recover well from his injuries. On the one hand, it was due to the work of the heretic demons transmitting chakra to Ye Zi, and on the other hand, it was also the condition of Ye Zi's recovery. Yes, Hashirama's cells seem to be well integrated into Ye Zi's body.

From the moment he woke up, Ye Zi noticed that the tearing pain before no longer stimulated his head. Although the empty feeling of losing his arms and thighs made him slightly uncomfortable, nothing was more important than this moment. .

Living is more important than anything else, right, old man...

Only when you are alive can you change everything.

Ye Zi straightened up, and after moving, his back felt slightly heavy, and he felt like something was inserted into his back. If he felt carefully, chakra flowed into his body like a trickle from there.

Turning his head to look at the bedside, he could barely see the appearance of the person who saved him.

Two people, one old and one young. The person talking to him had an old voice, so he was probably this old person.

The young man had a strange shape, with half of his body being made up of unknown spikes extending outward. The old man, wearing a robe, holding a sickle in both hands, had long hair, covering half of his face, only revealing a eyes.

Um? That eye, the Sharingan?

Is this person from the Uchiha clan?

His mind was slightly shaken, and he suppressed the doubts in his heart, looked at Madara, with impatient emotions in his eyes, and said: "Help me recover my arms and thighs."

Madara raised the scythe in his hand, shook it lightly on the ground, and said calmly: "You agreed without knowing what you need to do? So...are you ready to pay the price?"

"Of course!" Ye Zi said coldly.

"Don't worry, recovery will take some time."

Madara turned around and staggered towards the bottom of a huge shadow, where there was a stone chair. He walked over, put the sickle next to him, sat down slowly, and closed his eyes slightly.

Ye Zi's eyes moved as he walked. After Madara sat down, he tried hard to distinguish the appearance of the huge shadow. However, the lack of light made his efforts in vain, but he could still vaguely see the huge shadow. The shape below the shadow looks like a thick tree, with several knotted roots exposed. Moving upward slightly, there are sharp thorns protruding out. Above these sharp thorns, it seems to be hanging. One after another figures.

Is that... a corpse?

Ye Zi's heart skipped a beat.

Perhaps noticing Ye Zi's gaze, Bai Jue, who had always been silent on the side, suddenly laughed and said, "Those are artificial bodies made from Hashirama's cells. Although they are just inferior goods without emotions, these are Artificial bodies are the key to restoring your arms and thighs."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Ye Zi looked at Bai Jue and asked.

"You're asking why you have to wait?" Bai Jue curled his lips and said, "Didn't Madara answer you just now? It takes some time to recover. Didn't you find that your wound was stitched with something? Even if it's making shit , it also has to go through gastrointestinal digestion for a period of time. Can you make the food turn into stool after you eat it? Oh, by the way, can I ask you a question? "

Ye Zi ignored Bai Jue who started to nag, and looked down at his shoulders. There was indeed a slight bulge there. Is this the key to recovering his limbs? Hashirama cells actually have this effect?

"Hey!" Seeing that Ye Zi ignored him, Bai Jue immediately became unhappy and said loudly: "Since we happened to talk about this topic, can you tell me what it feels like to defecate? Because I don't need to eat, so I don't Know what it feels like to poop.”

Listening to Bai Jue's words, Ye Zi ignored him again and looked directly at Madara sitting on the stone chair. Thinking about the Sharingan, he finally couldn't help but ask: "Who are you?"

"Uchiha Madara." On the stone chair, Madara slowly opened his left eye. In that eye were three magatama sharingan eyes.

Hearing this name, Ye Zi's expression suddenly shook.

Uchiha Madara? The ancestor of the Uchiha clan, Uchiha Madara? How is it possible? According to the recorded documents, it is false that Uchiha Madara died at the hands of Senju Hashirama many years ago?

Ye Zi looked at Ban, astonished.

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I forgot that the transplanted Sharingan cannot be turned back to black, sorry, change!