A quiet Anbu ninja

"No!"

"Teacher, are you going to kill me?"

The evil spirit stared at Yu Hihong fiercely.

puff.

Yuhihong's ears buzzed loudly, and blood flowed out.

Suddenly she couldn't hear anything, and at the same time, a flame slowly began to burn in front of her eyes. It was so hot that it burned the trees that bound the evil spirits, and the lotus flowers on her body also slowly melted.

"Teacher, are you going to kill your dear disciple?" the evil spirit roared loudly.

Obviously the ears can't hear.

Xi Hihong could still hear what the evil spirit was saying, she deeply forgot that the evil spirit took a look and understood that the patriarch and his wife were controlled by it.

This weak speech is exactly the same.

"Yakumo, you have been trapped at home all year round, and you still lack life experience." Yuhihong shook her head, letting the flames burn her to nothing.

113. Cautious woman, but next time...

boom.

Yuhi Hong's body burned by fire once again turned into ice crystals and exploded.

A large number of ice crystals penetrated the flames and shot at the evil spirits.

"roll!"

With a wave of the evil ghost's arm, a cloud of dirty paint surged up on the ground, swallowing the ice crystals and even the trees that bound it.

It turned around, worry flashing across its face.

He walked quickly towards the easel he left just now, raising his arm and extending a sharp claw like a knife.

Seems to want to do something to the drawing paper.

Falcon!

A Kunai shot from the side, hit its arm, and the sound of gold and iron exploded.

The evil ghost's arm trembled, and he was knocked out of the way.

Yuhi Kurenai's figure appeared behind it, her ears still stained with blood.

"Teacher, I won." The evil ghost jokingly smiled, and grabbed the drawing paper fiercely with its sharp claws on the other palm.

cack cack...

A familiar crackling sound came from the ground. A sapling broke through the dirty paint and suddenly overturned the evil ghost's body. The wildly growing aerial roots and branches tightly entangled it.

Thick roots are inserted into it one by one, frantically absorbing nutrients.

The roots swelled visible to the naked eye, and balls of paint were pulled away from the evil spirit's body and sucked into the tree.

Whoa!

Suddenly, the sapling grew into a three-meter-high tree.

The paint layer on the head has been drilled, revealing a clean ceiling.

"hateful!"

"It's almost there!"

The evil spirit yelled in remorse, even though it was firmly bound by the roots, its eyes were still fixed on the drawing paper.

One arm is stretched out, trying to grab the easel.

"It's almost there!"

goo...

The thick roots tightened, burying its entire body.

Yuhi Hong stuck behind it, looked at it coldly, and never made any move towards the easel.

crackling...

After devouring the evil spirit, the big tree grew even more ferociously.

The roots rioted and surged crazily, squeezing and absorbing the paint layer on the ground.

The turbid space of paint suddenly shattered.

Bright light shines in from the window.

The room suddenly returned to its original appearance.

Floors, walls, ceilings, the paint covering them all disappeared, and the engulfed furniture all came back.

Breeze blows in through the windows.

A rotten stench came from outside the door.

"Sure enough...` ‖..."

Yuhi Kurenai took a few steps forward and caught Kurama Yakumo who was about to fall to the ground.

The trees she made also disappeared.

Kurama Yakumo emerged from it, closed his eyes and fell into a coma.

"Is the child's power leaked, causing changes?"

"Yakumo's power...is worthy of the intensity of forming blood disease." Yuhi Hong sighed and reached out to touch the girl's forehead.

It was scalding, with a high fever.

Presumably it was the fierce battle just now, which made the girl's body unable to bear it.

The stronger the limit of the awakened blood inheritance, the easier it is to cause pressure on the body and form blood inheritance disease.

Generally speaking, [-]% of babies who are awakened at birth will die in their youth, and even if they don't develop blood-inherited disease, they will still be physically exhausted.

In childhood, the risk is not less than [-]%, but the probability of surviving the prime of life is not small.

As for awakening in adolescence, it is the safest and most suitable period to realize your talent.

"In this way, the patriarch and his wife should be dead."

Kurenai Yuhi sniffed the rancid smell in the air, with a slightly sad expression on her expression.

She shook her head and helped Yakumo to lie down on the bed.

I cleaned up the blood in both ears, but my hearing has not recovered, and I don't know if there will be sequelae.

hum... hum...

Yuhihong frowned slightly, ignoring the ringing in her ears.

She herself didn't realize that after the root training, her reaction to this possible deafness injury was very dull.

"The Blood Successor Limit of the Pommel Horse Clan has an astonishing ability to manipulate illusions. '

'Yakumo is even more so, able to control people's five senses. '

'Turning false injuries into real injury feedback is already close to the essence of Yin Dun's power. '

Kurenai Yuhi stepped forward, walked to the front of the easel, and looked up at the drawing paper on it.

A tall, terrifying evil spirit.

Falling vividly on the drawing paper.

The evil thoughts and evil intentions in the eyes of the evil ghost almost shot out through the paper.

It seems that it is not fake, but a living evil spirit, sealed in the picture quality.

'really. '

The sunset is red and thinking secretly.

Her guess was not wrong, Yakumo's painting was clearly not her.

But the ghost in my heart.

The ghost came out through the drawing paper. If she touched the drawing paper, she might be dragged into the painting by the evil ghost and die mentally on the spot.

"Yakumo, please leave, teacher."

"I'll take you to the hospital soon."

Yuhihong turned around and told Yakumo on the bed, regardless of whether she heard it or not.

Just push the door open and leave.

She walked down the living room, and immediately sent a signal to go out, then carefully scanned the surroundings, separated the shadow clone and walked along the place with the strongest rotten smell.

It was a basement.

……

……

in the room.

A painting of an evil ghost streaked by a scarlet red trace.

The evil ghost in the painting suddenly came to life, his face became vivid, and he looked at the direction of the stairs downstairs with malicious eyes.

It was neither angry nor frightened, but showed a cruel smile of interest.

"¨~ hehe"

"Teacher, you are really cautious, but next time... you won't have such good luck."

After all, its face slowly became stiff.

Turn back into a lifelike evil ghost on a piece of drawing paper, but without the feeling of being alive.

……

……

The Anbu people arrived soon.