Konoha: Rebooting Life of a Medical Ninja

This is the last night before surgery.

Yi Zhicheng couldn't fall asleep anyway.

He was still thinking about what backhand Monzaemon would prepare to prevent himself from playing tricks during the operation.

A person like Monzaemon, who is so insidious to the core, was captured twice as a doppelgänger, so how could he not do anything.

With his own life at stake, Yi Zhicheng felt that Monzaemon would do at least three tricks, or even four tricks, to ensure that the operation would not be tricked.

But now, except for the chief elder, what Monzaemon has shown is 100% trust.

But the Great Elder's backhand is not stable, Monzaemon will never bet his life on an outsider, and the Great Elder's mental state is unstable, and he also sees it.

This made Yi Zhicheng have to think hard about empathy, what would he do if he were Monzaemon?

Poisoning, poisoning is a must.

It is probably to poison himself with a delayed outbreak, and he may even go to Ise Fuso's house to poison him. Although it is troublesome, Monzaemon will definitely do this kind of thing in order to survive.

But this is not a big problem. Replying oranges can remove most of the poison, but Monzaemon already knows the function of oranges.

This backhand will not be the most important backhand.

think again...

He's a puppeteer... who can make traps, maybe even attach explosive traps to himself that only he can deactivate?

Monzaemon can do this kind of thing.

However, with my own healing ability, as long as my brain doesn't explode, basically there will be no problem with any injury... Could it be that he got me a detonating helmet?

Yi Zhicheng looked at Monzaemon who was busy with sparks and lightning at the workbench next door, the more he thought about it, the more mysterious he became, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became.

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next day

Everything seems to be proceeding in an orderly manner, and Monzaemon's operation is about to proceed.

Monzaemon looked at Yi Zhicheng with a cheerful smile, and there was a whole row of props on the table behind him.

"Sincerely... I was in a hurry to do my apprenticeship before, and I couldn't complete the apprenticeship ceremony of our lineage. Since today is the teacher's new birthday, let's complete the apprenticeship ceremony."

"...What are these?" Yi Zhicheng looked at the murderous props behind him, and swallowed his saliva.

"Come on... Makoto, which **** do you believe in? The Goddess of Fate? The God of Whirlpool? The Evil God? The Sage of the Six Paths? Or the Goddess of Uno?" Monzaemon held a group of blurred black statues.

"I don't believe in God..." Yi Zhicheng didn't think it was very good.

"In fact, people should believe in some gods. Let me help you choose one. This one is called the evil god. It's good to drop a drop of blood." Monzaemon handed over the blurred statue of the god.

"What is this...?" The more Yi Zhicheng looked at it, the more he felt that this statue was weird, not like an ordinary statue.

"Hey... When I was traveling in the ninja world a few years ago, I saw a group of evil believers performing a ceremony. As long as the believers dripped blood on the fingers of the **** statue, and the missionary dripped blood on the head of the **** statue, the lives of the two can be linked. Together, all damage done to priests is transferred to believers."

"Well, I don't want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but I want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day, what a great apprenticeship ceremony." Monzaemon nodded with satisfaction, and released the information generously.

The nuclear bomb has no deterrent effect on the indigenous people in Africa. It can only have the greatest deterrence when the other party knows the danger.

"The ghost died on the same day, the same year, the same month as you..."

"What about this one?" Yi Zhicheng pointed to another dirty puppet.

"Hey...that's a puppet doll. I got it from a small tribe of the Wu clan that I eliminated. Once the doll targets it, it will be hunted down endlessly for the rest of its life. But don't worry, come one by one." Monzaemon Hey hey smile.

"One by one..." Yi Zhicheng's eyes twitched, looking at a row of at least twenty items on the table.

I once thought that with Monzaemon's caution, he would at least leave 4 to 5 back-ups in case he encountered any accidents during the operation.

Yi Zhicheng also thought about it for a few days and nights, thinking of various ways to break through the backhand he might have left behind.

Unexpectedly, Monzaemon directly engaged more than 20 backers.

"Huh... old fox, old fox, if this old man had half of your caution and half of your thick skin back then, it would be more than just being made into a vase..." The Great Elder shook his head and sighed deeply.

"Hehe... There are never too many backhands. To tell you the truth, I have set a detonation symbol at the exit of this cave. Without me opening the mechanism, this cave is our graveyard." Monzaemon smiled wickedly.

"You! You're even plotting against this old man!" The eldest elder's beard flew up.

"Let's get started, as long as the operation is successful, the teacher will help us lift the restrictions." Yi Zhicheng cut his finger sincerely.

"Hey, I still think clearly, don't worry, as long as I complete my new life, I won't treat you badly." Monzaemon smiled from ear to ear, and handed the weird statue over.

Yi Zhicheng dripped blood from his fingers on the ten fingers of the statue, and the strange black clay sculpture slowly sucked the blood in.

"Hehe... good apprentice." Monzaemon also bit his own finger, ready to drip blood on the statue's head.

However, in the blink of an eye, Yi Zhicheng made a palm strike!

"Deterioration!!"

After rehearsing countless times, and as if the tight bowstring was finally released, Yi Zhicheng's palm came extremely swiftly and violently.

No one expected that Yi Zhicheng, who had always been submissive, would launch a sneak attack with such a simple attack.

Monzaemon was slapped on the central door, and flew upside down, knocking over all the backhand props on the table.

In his previous life, Yi Zhicheng heard a magician say: "The more you want to see, the more often you ignore what is in front of you."

There is a saying in great Chinese cuisine: "High-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking method."

A certain Cleopatra once said: "The more scheming a person is, the easier it is to fall into unexpected difficulties."

Monzaemon was very worried that he would die on the operating table. After all, his head had been cut off, and life and death depended on Yi Zhicheng's thoughts.

So he racked his brains to think of more than 20 countermeasures, and promised that if he died, Yi Zhicheng would also be buried with him as a threat.

It was precisely because he thought too much, but ignored one thing, that is, when everyone thought he would do something during the operation, Yi Zhicheng actually planned to sneak attack in the simplest way before the operation.

The distance between the two is only half a meter, and Monzaemon is just an old puppet master.

"Cough..." Monzaemon spurted a mouthful of black blood from his mouth. He was so weak that he couldn't move at all, but his combat experience over the past hundred years made him know that he must not just sit still. A finger of the chakra silk thread popped out, hooked towards the fall The statue of the evil **** on the side.

And Yi Zhicheng was not afraid of this thing anymore, and the chakra thread also popped out, sticking to the statue of the evil god.

The chakra threads of the master and the apprentice stuck to the statue of the evil **** at the same time, and they were pulled out like a tug of war.

Yi Zhicheng's manipulative skills are definitely not as good as Monzaemon's, but at this time Monzaemon has suffered from the degeneration technique, and his already aging body can hardly use any strength, and he can't pull the young and strong apprentice at all.

Just when the statue was about to be pulled over by Yi Zhicheng, Monzaemon actually broke off the statue's finger and pulled it over!

Monzaemon's goal from the beginning was the finger that absorbed Makoto Izumo's blood!

Fortunately, the old fox, with such rich combat experience, thought of a battle plan in an instant.

When Yi Zhicheng wanted to grab it again, it was too late, and the mud finger was already in Monzaemon's hands.

Monzaemon grabbed the puppet doll that fell on the ground, put the severed finger in the puppet's mouth, and let the blood inside drip into the mouth.

"Kill him! Chaji!" Monzaemon threw the puppet at Yi Zhicheng, and then his hands began to seal.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie...Kill, kill, kill!" The puppet doll doesn't need anyone to control it at all. It has its own soul in its body, holds a short knife and smiles, and flies over erratically.

Yi Zhicheng didn't care about this puppet doll at all, it was just a short knife, as long as it protected the vitals in the back of the head, it wouldn't be a problem to take dozens of knives forcibly.

The top priority is to kill Monzaemon~www.readwn.com~ Cha Cha Cha Cha! kill kill kill! "The puppet doll was already wrapped around Yi Zhicheng's body, desperately stabbing Yi Zhicheng's back with a poisoned dagger, with a perverted killer smile all over his face.

"Earth escape? The art of earth dragon walking!!"

Monzaemon's body is like a leaping carp, jumping down towards the ground, once he sneaks into the ground, he will return to the sea, and what awaits Yi Zhicheng is a desperate joke.

However the next second...

The ground that should have been liquefied into water was as sticky as a swamp. Monzaemon was like a monkey washing its hair, with half of its head buried in the soil, but its body couldn't get in.

Yi Zhicheng had long expected that he would have such an earth escape technique, and just now he wrote the "Seal Seal of Earth" on his hand, which can effectively restrain the change in the nature of the earth escape chakra.

He didn't learn the advanced "Five Elements Seal", but there is still no problem with the sealing seal.

"Damn it..." Monzaemon wanted to pull his head out anxiously, but he couldn't pull it out as if it was stuck in glue, so he could only cry out urgently: "Old man, save me..."

Everything happened in a blink of an eye, and the Great Elder just realized that he was forming a seal in his hand, condensing Chakra's heart, and squeezed it without hesitation.

And Yi Zhicheng's figure also jumped high, the cold and sharp blade in his hand pointed directly at the back of Monzaemon's head.

Ever since he became a medical ninja, the only vital part of the human body he identified is the brain!

Boom!

Yi Zhicheng's heart was strangled.

prick!

The back of Monzaemon's head was pierced by the blade of a short knife.

The world seems to be quiet.

Only the puppet, Chaji, was still stabbing Yi Zhicheng's back with a wicked smile.