Orochimaru followed and walked in.
His eyes swept over the masks one by one.
Uzumaki Clan left behind many old things.
The only ones that can really be stored separately are these masks.
Orochimaru stopped in front of the wall.
The light fell on his pale face.
His eyes scanned the masks on the wall little by little, and finally stopped on the one in the back.
The corners of the mask's mouth were wide open, the eye sockets were hollow, and the brow bones were protruding outwards, making it look like it was smiling.
Orochimaru looked at it for a long time, and it seemed that among so many masks, he was the only one that was special.
After a while, Orochimaru spoke.
"Take it off."
The assistant quickly stepped forward and carefully took off the mask.
Dust fell from the edge of the mask, and the assistant blew it gently. Then he held the mask in both hands and brought it to Orochimaru.
Orochimaru didn't even look at it, and called his subordinates to bring the experimental subject in.
Then others quickly arranged the formation symbols on the ground.
The wound on the man's chest had been re-wrapped, and his face was frighteningly white. After seeing the techniques being re-rolled on the ground by his subordinates, he immediately began to struggle.
Two subordinates held his shoulders and dragged him to the center of the formation.
The cloth in the man's mouth has not been removed yet, and he can only make whining sounds.
Orochimaru stood outside the formation, watching the runes on the ground being connected one by one.
This is not the stone room of the stronghold.
The ground is also uneven.
Some spells fell on the rotten wooden boards, and the edges of the runes were slightly crooked.
The assistant checked it again, and there was a little sweat on his forehead.
"Lord Orochimaru, the formation has been laid out."
Orochimaru took a look.
"Start."
The assistant put the mask on the man's face.
The moment the mask was put on, the man's body suddenly froze.
Immediately afterwards, he seemed to be strangled by something, and his whole body suddenly leaned back.
Then the technique on the ground suddenly lit up.
Those runes climbed up his ankles and quickly wrapped around his waist, chest, and neck.
The man struggled desperately.
But his hands and feet were locked by the technique, and his body could only kneel there, straightening up little by little.
A muffled scream came from beneath the mask.
The voice was blocked in the throat, sounding dull and hoarse.
The runes on the edge of the formation began to slowly turn black.
Then the blackness gathered along the ground into the formation, and finally poured into the man's body.
The newly bandaged wound on the man's chest opened again.
Blood seeped out of the bandage and dripped onto the wooden board.
The next moment, his neck suddenly lifted up.
The lights in the room flickered.
The masks on the wall also shook, making a slight collision sound.
A cold breath emerged from behind the man.
The assistant subconsciously took a step back.
Orochimaru didn't move, he stared at the man's back.
There, a huge black shadow slowly emerged.
Long hair falls down.
There was a short knife in his mouth.
The dark figure lowered its head, as if it had squeezed into this dilapidated room from another place.
Shinigami.
Orochimaru Looking at the shadow, his eyes finally changed.
The man had completely stopped moving.
His body was suspended in the middle of the formation by the spell, his eyes under the mask turned white, and blood was still oozing from his chest.
Orochimaru took a step forward.
The assistant immediately wanted to stop him, but stopped abruptly.
Orochimaru's eyes fell on the short knife in Shinigami's mouth.
He spoke hoarsely.
"Continue."
The experimental subject made a more urgent sound from its throat.
He knelt in the center of the formation, his shoulders kept shaking, and his eyes under the mask turned white, but his right hand slowly raised.
A subordinate next to him pushed the short knife he had prepared long ago to the edge of the formation.
The man's fingers stretched out little by little.
He was obviously still struggling, but his hand grabbed the knife as if it didn't belong to him.
The tip of the knife was aimed at his abdomen.
A muffled scream came from behind the mask.
Poof!
The short knife stabbed in.
The man's whole body jerked suddenly, and blood poured out from the knife edge.
Almost at the same time, Shinigami behind him also moved.
The black shadow slowly raised his hand and took out the short knife from his mouth.
Orochimaru's pupils shrank.
Shinigami pointed the tip of the knife at his abdomen.
The next moment.
Poof!
The whole room seemed to be shaken by something.
The masks on the wall began to shake violently, hitting each other and making a series of messy sounds.
The runes in the formation instantly turned black.
The wound on the man's abdomen opened wider and wider, and blood flowed down the cracks in the wooden boards. But his body had not yet fallen, and the technique forced him to hang up and keep him kneeling there.
Shinigami The area where the abdomen was cut suddenly lit up with a gray-white light.
Immediately afterwards, the light burst out suddenly.
The lights in the room suddenly dimmed.
The assistant's face turned pale and he took two steps back.
He didn't know what it was.
I just felt that the moment those things rushed out of Shinigami's belly, it became difficult to breathe.
Orochimaru took a step forward.
Among those souls, two were entangled in the runes on the edge of the formation as soon as they appeared.
The runes crawled quickly against the ground, like two black lines, going straight towards Orochimaru's feet.
Orochimaru The fingers hanging in the sleeves suddenly twitched.
He looked down.
The fingers that had not been moved for a long time actually curled up little by little.
Then, the familiar feeling of control finally returned to the body.
Orochimaru slowly raised his hand and moved his fingers.
He laughed excitedly.
He raised his hand, spread his fingers and then clenched them.
Click click click.
The knuckles crackled softly.
At this time, the few remaining souls also rushed out from the crack.
One of the auras was so strong that the moment it appeared, several subordinates outside the formation knelt down almost simultaneously.
Orochimaru just glanced at it.
That's not his purpose.
The formation did not stop those souls, they quickly passed through the roof and disappeared into the night.
Shinigami The tear in the abdomen begins to close.
The experimental subject's body finally couldn't hold on any longer.
Bang.
He fell into a pool of blood, the mask on his face slipped off, and rolled to the side of the board.
The room was quiet for a while.
The assistant looked at the body on the ground and then at Orochimaru's hands.
"Lord Orochimaru..."
Orochimaru ignored him.
He moved his wrist and then slowly formed a seal.
Chakra flows along the meridians.
This time, there was no obstacle at all.
Mask Hall became quiet again.
The mask on the wall was still shaking, and the sound of the collision became smaller and smaller, until the only sound left was the sound of blood dripping from the cracks in the boards.
Orochimaru When walking down the steps, his steps were a little faster than when he came.
He has waited long enough.
Now the hands are finally back.
Next, it's time to get the perfect container in your hands.
Orochimaru stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
"Sasuke-kun, I hope you are ready..."
In the distant woods, a white snake slithered through the branches and leaves and quickly disappeared into the darkness.