Madara held his hand emptyly, and a cold light slid down his fingertips and landed on a White Zetsu.
The named White Zetsu didn't even fart.
The body directly turned into a white film, covering the unconscious Zhen Lin.
Penetrate and blend without leaving any trace.
Just a few seconds.
The Three-Tails seal pattern on Zhenlin's abdomen was scratched from the inside out by this film.
The white film began to twist and swell.
The bones shifted rapidly under the outer skin, and the short brown hair drilled out one by one.
Even the slight scratch between the eyebrows has been reproduced one to one, which is absolutely stunning.
A completely unreal "Lin" lay softly back in the mud.
The comatose posture was at a textbook level, with absolutely no stretching of the hips.
Madara raised his chin towards the shadow.
Third Mizukage floated out like a ghost.
I picked up the real Lin and got into the thick fog after a few ups and downs.
On the tree canopy.
Ye stood nearby and spread the sensory net along the way.
The White Zetsu on the ground and the Chakra in Lin's body are no different from Lin's, enough to make them look fake.
At this time, Ye was staring at the fake Lin in the center of the open space, and suddenly a director's desire to scrutinize appeared in his heart.
"How is this guy's acting skills?"
I ask questions on the channel in my mind at night.
White Zetsu channel was silent for two seconds.
Then dozens of voices began to buzz and brag at the same time. "Don't worry! This is our best actor, I guarantee your satisfaction!"
"Oh."
Ye responded casually and glanced at Madara.
The old man had his hands behind his back and his black hair was fluttering in the wind. He looked like a proud parent watching his grandson compete.
Ye looked away and asked the one on his shoulder, "What about you? What are your specialties?"
The White Zetsu on my back was stuck for two seconds.
The cold touch moved and circled next to his shoulder blades.
Then, with a clear and perverted desire for knowledge, it asked seriously.
"Speaking of... what does it feel like to have a bowel movement?"
The hairs all over Ye's body stood at attention in an instant.
His face turned green on the spot and turned into a piece of green grass.
He froze in place, going over this White Zetsu several times in his mind.
I didn't look at my face when I blended in just now, I just treated him as a casually assigned walk-on.
But this is a perverted question.
This strange brain circuit.
The kid who wears Spiral Mask and chases people all day long asking such stupid questions...
Tobi!
This is definitely Tobi!
She took a breath deep into the night and asked questions in her mind in a tone that meant she could see through the world.
"Can I change it?"
"You would have been bored if it had been anything else!"
Tobi sounded extremely serious, "I am the most curious!"
Is this a matter of curiosity?
Is this a perversion?
Ye forced his attention away from this mass of things and stared at the dense forest in the distance.
Come to work.
The two shadows staggered to the point where they were almost stacked on top of each other, stumbling forward.
Obito was carrying Kakashi, and every step he took would leave a deep, bloody pit in the mud.
Blood trickled down his spine, smearing it all the way.
Three-Tomoe rotated rapidly in its eye sockets, locking the front instantly.
Brown hair.
Konoha Forehead Protector.
Obito The open wound on his thigh was still bleeding, but he seemed to feel no pain.
He placed Kakashi on a piece of rotten wood, and his Adam's apple rolled crazily.
"Lin!"
The broken gong roared out from its throat, crying blood.
Kakashi was half lying on his stomach, holding his broken ribs tightly with his left hand, and his mouth was full of blood foam.
His eyes were surprisingly cold, scanning the surrounding area.
No one was spared, including tree crowns, cluttered grass piles, and cracks between boulders.
"Obito."
Kakashi lowered his voice and said, "There is an ambush, at least fifteen people, waiting to close the net."
Obito didn't even stop.
"Whatever."
Three-Tomoe stared ahead, his voice sounding like it was forced out from between his teeth.
"Lin is there."
As soon as he finished speaking, several murderous figures walked out of the heavy fog.
A few Kirigakure ANBU who were responsible for staying behind after the break.
Ninja Sword Reflecting the cold light, the temperature in the open space instantly dropped to freezing point.
Obito didn't even think about defending.
Chakra was all thrown at the hand, Hand Seals was about to leave an afterimage, and Great Fireball was directly called out!
The three Kirigakure who were at the front were instantly enveloped in the wall of fire.
Obito flicked his left hand, and thirteen Kunai hanging from Chakra Threads were shot out.
Under Three-Tomoe's dynamic vision, Kunai blocked all raid routes.
It's just crazy.
Kakashi stood up from the fallen tree.
The blue and white arc in his right hand screamed, and the light of Lightning Cutter tore through the fog!
He rushed forward with broken steps, Short Sword slashing into the enemy's weak points, cutting the bones with his swords.
Kirigakure These old yinbi don't fight hard at all.
Water Release The long whip was pulled out from the crack in the ground, Water Prison crazily compressed the two people's movements.
Dual-wielding Ninja Sword and ANBU outflanked them from both sides, forcing the two of them to death.
Kakkō exploded and arc flashed wildly.
The empty space instantly turned into a slaughterhouse.
Obito was slashed twice on the waist, and his flesh was rolled up. Without blinking, he cut the opponent's throat with a backhand knife.
He kept staring in Lin's direction, killing one and then cutting down another.
But those two legs were shaking like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
The broken ribs rubbed against the lungs crazily, and my breathing was completely disrupted.
Kakashi also squeezed out the last Chakra in the meridians.
Lightning Cutter is completely extinguished.
He gritted his teeth and leaned on Taijutsu for support, and the blood from the corner of his mouth fell like broken beads.
Seven or eight Kirigakure corpses lay on the ground.
The remaining six quietly closed up and pinned the two of them to the edge of the clearing.
Then, Obito fell.
He was not knocked down, but his body was completely on the verge of collapse. His legs were broken, his ribs were almost broken, and his spine was slightly misaligned.
But he pressed his elbows against the dirt to support his upper body.
Looking up, Lin was ten meters away.
Obito turned his head, his voice was hoarse.
"Kakashi. Protect her."
Then, holding his last breath in his arms, he began to crawl forward.
One inch, another inch.
His fingers were dug into the mud, his skin and flesh were bruised, and two dazzling blood stains were drawn on the mud.
The Three-Tomoe in his eyes was as bright as two red-hot soldering irons, staring ahead.
All six Kirigakure ANBU were stunned.
Is this still a human being?
Your legs are useless and you still have to move forward?
On the tree canopy.
Ye looked at the tragic scene below with an expressionless face.
Behind him, Madara stared at the figure moving forward inch by inch in the mud, and was silent for a long time.
"This boy."
He didn't finish.
Something in those eyes lit up for a moment, then was suppressed.
Tobi paused next to Ye's shoulder blade for a while.
Finally, in an extremely soft voice, he asked the second question.
"What does this... feel like?"
Ye didn't roll his eyes or answer.
In the distance, Kakashi walked step by step next to "Lin" and wiped the blood on her chin with the back of her hand.
He placed one hand on her side, slowly straightened his back, and stared at the six enemies opposite.
The last Chakra in the body was forcibly extracted from the depths of the meridians.
Lightning Cutter lights up again in the palm of your hand.
Trembling weakly, like a candle in the wind.
But this thunderous roar is his declaration of war to fight to the death!
Six Kirigakure ANBU stepped forward at the same time, Ninja Sword pointed directly at the vital point.
Everyone knows that Kakashi can't stop the next blow.
At the moment when this string is stretched to its tightest...
In the mud, the girl who had been "unconscious" suddenly moved.
The five white fingers slowly closed.
Stuck in the mud.