The experience derived from the dream is uncontrollable, because it is a picture created based on Ye Zi's memory, and everything is a dream projection from Ye Zi's own memory.

Judging from this not very long dream memory, Ye Zi is a person from another world, and the power system of that world is very ordinary, so what method can Ye Zi use to cross the barrier between worlds?

The face was as dry as the bark of a tree, and the folds were even more ugly due to mood swings, and after a while, the mood that had stirred up the waves returned to calm, and an old face was expressionless.

If the circumstances allowed, he would like to get a glimpse of more information, and although he has an unchangeable purpose, it does not prevent him from taking an interest in another world.

He wants to create a perfect world, and after that, he may not be confused about where to go.

Bai Jue on the side grinned and showed a mouthful of fangs, and Madara's performance really made him very curious, what did he see to have such a brief gaffe.

It's not a long time, but it's a long time to be under the darkness that never sees the light of day.

That cold man, sitting under the Outer Dao Golem for so many years, looked at the face of the dark depths, and there had never been any fluctuations.

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

When I opened my eyes, I saw the familiar darkness, and after a while of adaptation, my vision changed from dark to gray, giving people a vague feeling that I could see things clearly but couldn't see them clearly.

Ye Zi looked at the gray unknown darkness in a daze, his mood was very complicated, and the persistence along the way seemed to remind him with a dream that evoked his inner memories, and his original intention should not be forgotten...

In the danger of death within reach, the rumbling sound of the rock formations in his ears, the fact that his consciousness was still clear and the air was gradually thinning, made him really think that he was going to die like this, and for a short moment, the feeling of unloading all the baggage was so light, that in the thought of dying anyway, a thought arose.

Why do I have to be so tired?

Why do I have to endure so much?

(Author: Because you're a pig's foot!) ）

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

"If I give up this, maybe I can live an easy life, but if I can give up easily, then I am not me..."

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

"You're recovering well." Madara looked at Ye Zi and said lightly.

It took a week to spy on the dream projection, and this week's time allowed Ye Zi's injuries to recover well, on the one hand, it was the credit of the outer road golem to Ye Zi in transporting chakra, and on the other hand, Ye Zi's recovery was good, and the cells between the columns seemed to be well integrated into Ye Zi's body.

From the moment he woke up, Ye Zi noticed that the previous tearing pain did not stimulate his head anymore, although the empty feeling of losing his arms and thighs made him slightly uncomfortable, but nothing was more important than this moment.

It's more important than anything else to be alive, right, old man...

Only when you are alive can you change everything.

Ye Zi straightened up, and after moving, his back was slightly heavy, and the feeling of something being inserted in his back, if he felt it carefully, Chakra entered his body like a trickle from there.

He turned his head to look at the side of the bed, barely able to make out the appearance of the person who had saved him.

Two people, one old and one young. The person who spoke to him had an old voice, and most of them were this old man.

The young man had a strange shape, half of his body was an unknown spike extending outward, and the old man, dressed in a robe, with a scythe in both hands, had long hair that covered half of his cheek and showed only one eye.

Well? That eye, the writing wheel eye?

Is this person from the Uchiha clan?

He was slightly shocked, forcibly suppressed the doubts in his heart, looked at Madara, and said with an impatient emotion in his eyes, "Help me recover my arms and thighs." ”

Madara raised the scythe in his hand, shook it lightly to the ground, and said calmly, "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, it will take a little time to recover."

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

Ye Zi's gaze moved with his movements, and after Madara sat down, he tried to discern the appearance of the huge shadow, but the lack of light made his efforts in vain, but he could vaguely see the appearance under the huge shadow, resembling a thick tree, with several knotted roots exposed outside, and moving up slightly, there were protruding spikes, and above these spikes, there seemed to be a series of human figures.

Is that... Corpse?

Ye Zi's heart jumped slightly.

Maybe noticing Ye Zi's gaze, Bai Jue, who had always been silent on the side, suddenly laughed and said: "That's an artificial body made of intercolumnar cells, although it's just some inferior goods with no feelings, but these artificial bodies are the key to restoring your arms and thighs." ”

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

"You're asking why wait?" Bai Jue pursed his lips and said, "Didn't Madara answer you just now?" It takes a little time to recover, don't you notice that something is stitched up on your wound? Even if you make stool, you have to go through the stomach and intestines to digest it for a while, can you eat food and make that food become stool? Oh yes, can I ask you a question? ”

Ye Zi directly ignored Bai Jue, who began to nag, and looked down at his shoulders, which were indeed slightly raised, is this the key to recovering his limbs? How can intercolumnar cells have this effect?

"Hey, hey!" Seeing that Ye Zi ignored himself, Bai Jue was suddenly unhappy, and said loudly: "Since you happen to talk about this topic, can you tell me what it feels like to poop?" Since I don't have to eat, I don't know what it's like to poop. ”

Listening to Bai Jue's words, Ye Zi ignored him again, looked directly at Ban who was sitting on the stone chair, thinking about the writing wheel, and finally couldn't help asking, "Who are you?" ”

"Madara Uchiha." On the stone chair, Madara slowly opened his left eye, and in that eye, there were three writing wheel eyes of Magatama.

Hearing this name, Ye Zi's expression was suddenly shocked.

Madara Uchiha? The ancestor of the Uchiha clan, Madara Uchiha? How is it possible, from the recorded documents, that Madara Uchiha died at the hands of the Thousand Hands Pillar many years ago, is it fake?

Ye Zi looked at Madara and was stunned.

I forgot that the transplanted Sharingan can't be changed back to black, sorry, change! (To be continued.) )