Sasori controlled the Sunagakure jonin and slowly walked deeper into the hideout.
The surroundings were pitch-black, with only the faint light filtering in from the entrance barely outlining the area.
Under the control of Chakra threads, the Sunagakure jonin stiffly took out a firestarter and lit the candles on the walls.
As the candles ignited, their dim yellow light quickly spread, faintly illuminating this long-abandoned hideout.
Though dust covered every surface and quite a few spiderwebs hung in the corners.
Everything here was arranged almost exactly as it had been when Sasori left, indirectly proving that no one else had broken in during that time.
Human puppets he had modified—or failed to modify—hung or stood all around them, each with a different form.
Yet without exception, they all retained the painful, terrified, or bewildered expressions they had worn in life.
Taking in the scene around him and recalling the other party's obvious habit of hiding inside puppets, the Sunagakure jonin finally asked, "You... are Sasori of the Red Sands, aren't you?"
"Hmph..." Sasori snorted and ignored his question, instead studying the map the Sunagakure jonin had been examining so carefully earlier.
According to the notes on it, it not only marked the approximate location of this hideout, but also detailed in small writing how to break the barrier surrounding it.
Sasori's cold voice rang out again. "Why are you looking for me? And what is your purpose in searching for this hideout?"
The Sunagakure jonin gritted his teeth, anger and fear mingling on his face.
He tried to struggle, but he could not break free from the Chakra threads binding him. He could only snap, "No comment!"
"Oh?"
There seemed to be a trace of mockery in Sasori's voice.
He then controlled Hiruko's tail, slowly bringing its poisoned needle toward