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

"What is Big Brother Scorpion going to do, save him?"

The Red Sand Scorpion shook his head:

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

After sealing his hands and giving the dying boy a dive brain, he 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 it back into the quicksand sea again.

"If you die, you're lucky, if you survive, give me a good effort, let me see if your dedication to art can create miracles......"

After speaking, the genius puppeteer who no longer looked back turned around and left,

"Gone, Deidara ......"

"That's it?"

If it had been a different place, Deidara would have sacrificed this kind of waste, which has little ability and is not ashamed, to the art of explosions.

"You don't bother, go back and kill him, I won't stop you......"

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

"Whatever you want!"

The slightly talkative Deidara and the impatient Sand Scorpion walked away, and the pit left by the sinking dying boy was gradually filled by the quicksand; The wind and sand in the sky will be completely submerged by the footprints from far and near, and the story just now is as if it never happened.

When everything was over and the surroundings were plunged into darkness again, Daimaru suddenly noticed a warm breath coming from his body, hesitated for a moment, and then opened his eyes, and saw Kurama Yakumo painting not far away, while he was lazily leaning on the edge of the windowsill as a model.

"Are you awake? It's really slow......"

"That memory ...... just now"

Daimaru smiled gratefully,

"Thank you......"

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

"It's really a 'small problem'......"

Daimaru sighed, it was too difficult to unravel the dangerous secret technique of controlling memory, but for Kurama Yakumo, it was indeed only a small problem.

"Helped me remove that spell, 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 for knowing this......

Once the huge spiritual power that has been hidden for many years is liberated, and such a strong negative aura is released, maybe Daimaru's spiritual world will also give birth to an uncontrolled monster, and then it will be troublesome.

"Maybe......"

Daimaru looked at his pale palm,

"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 valuable, I feel a little frightened......"

Daimaru asked with a smile,

"I've figured out what's going on with the fused memories of the loss, you...... What is it here? ”

"It's just a spiritual projection, and it's going to disappear soon, but ......"

Kurama Yakumo smiled mysteriously,

"Maybe we will meet in another way soon......"

"I'm looking forward to ......"

"That'...... Bye! ”

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

……

In the eyes of Yamu and Chisen's concern, Daimaru suddenly opened his eyes.

"Are you awake?"

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

"Well, how many minutes have it been since I made my move?"

"Less than ten minutes!"

Yeme patted his chest and replied,

"From the beginning of the mutation, you closed your eyes, your body kept shaking, and you seemed to be very frightened......"

"Fright?"

Daimaru grinned,

"Probably!"

From the sudden surge in spiritual power, it can be known that it is absolutely impossible to recover a small memory to grow so much, and this level is probably a real harvest of near-death.

The threat of death and the desperation of physical pain are several times higher than the total amount of improvement that Daimaru has achieved in the months since he began to absorb negative emotions.

"What a good experience!"

It turns out that he and the Red Sand Scorpion and Deidara have such a story, and the former self is also a member of the control of the submerged brain.

But are you a spy?

Omachimaru asked himself, although he had received a little help from the Red Sand Scorpion, but without his intervention, he might not have died at that time, and the Red Sand Scorpion's actions only increased the chance of surviving and waiting for rescue.

He has never helped the Red Sand Scorpion obtain information, and he has not lost the sense of proportion of the Sand Ninja in what he has done. Daimaru has never felt that he is a subordinate of the Red Sand Scorpion, and naturally he can't talk about spies.

Before he had time to do something bad, he fell too deep, and with the help of Kurama Yakumo, he lifted the hidden danger, and Daimaru couldn't help but rejoice.

Is this a kindness? Presumably, but Daimaru is not a good person, and he is not at all interested in the so-called tragic experience of the Red Sand Scorpion.

I can't get busy with my own business, how can I have time to sigh for other people's stories? Daimaru is interested in the knowledge and puppets of the Red Sand Scorpion, but he doesn't have any good feelings for him.

Not long ago, I was thinking about whether to contact the Red Sand Scorpion, but it turned out to be a matter of fact.

"When the time comes, it is a shout: The evil devil is outside, and everyone will be punished; Still shouting: the enemy is ferocious, everyone is on the shoulder! Which is better?'

"Orochi, did you encounter something good? Laughing so happily? ”

Yame asked a little strangely.

"It's a bit of a gain, but it's ......"

Daimaru replied,

"I laugh because I think of something happy......"

"Yes! It seems that Kurama Yakumo's first gift is very satisfying to you......"

Qian nodded and said,

"When you explored the first painting just now, your spiritual power overflowed very much, and the second painting also had some changes, but we didn't dare to interfere......"

"Peace of mind, it's okay! I kind of understand what these two paintings are about......"

Both paintings are entrances to a small mental space that can be accessed with limited access once the technique is found.

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

"Is that okay?"

Night eyes and a thousand glances,

"What someone gave you, should we avoid it?"

Daimaru chuckled and shook his head and replied:

"It's okay, the secret in the second painting is very likely to have something to do with you......"