Pirate’s Brood Order

Listening to the conversation between Smoker and Orochimaru, Mitarai Red Bean's scalp tingled for a while, and then saw Smoker's whole body suddenly dissipate into a mass of formless black smoke floating out.

The entwined twin snakes cut the sky, and in an instant, the bulging black mist turned into a pitch-black sickle. The sharp sword carried a sharp cold light, and the two snakes and pythons burst from it, revealing a gap as smooth as a mirror, with a venomous smell. The blood splattered Mitarai Red Bean's whole body into a bloody man.

Her body was stiff, and she fell straight backwards on the ground. The spreading black mist gathered and condensed into a human shape. Smoker looked down at Mitarai Red Bean from a height, and looked into the distance as he licked his lips and let out a weird laugh. Orochimaru.

"Is the body atomized into particles? It's really an unheard of ninjutsu, or is this a special kind of blood succession limit!"

Orochimaru's eyes lit up, thinking secretly in his heart, he became very interested in this unknown guy.

Blood Succession Boundary, a kind of ninjutsu inherited and developed by genes through blood relationship, or the "special traitor officer" derived from it, generally cannot be learned by people outside the blood of the same family, unless some special means.

"Who are you?"

Orochimaru stared at Smoker with great interest, and the last move of the other party showed that he had no malice towards him, which made him even more curious.

"The Eleventh Apostle, Smoker!" Smoker gently took off the mask, revealing a slightly dry and wrinkled face. If this face is real, then he has no information about Orochimaru. It appeared in the data, it was a completely unfamiliar face.

"Apostle?!" Orochimaru narrowed his eyes into a slit, as if he wanted to see through Smoker's body. He didn't smell a little bit of chakra flow from the other party's body, and even if he closed his eyes, he couldn't feel it at all. Seeing the existence of the person in front of him, it looks like a dead body standing upright: "The apostle sounds like the name of some kind of organization. I have never heard of it. Is it a secret organization similar to Akatsuki?"

As the man who has developed and mastered the most forbidden techniques in the ninja world, Orochimaru knows that there are some strange forbidden techniques that can hide his chakra fluctuations, but his keen sense of smell tells him that this guy who claims to be an apostle is not hiding his chakra. The fluctuations, but, indeed, do not contain chakra.

"A weird and strange body, if it is used as a container..." Orochimaru's eyeballs rolled around, and he stared at Smoker with meaningful eyes, and various dangers surfaced unconsciously in his heart A sinister thought.

"I also want to thank you for saving me, a student who has no progress at all. I always think about going with the enemy and doing my best, Hongdou." Orochimaru squatted down, his eyes were cold and cruel, and he said faintly: "Go back and tell the old man that there is a child I need to observe in the Chunin exam this time, but don't suspend the exam, otherwise, it's hard for me to guarantee that I will make any crazy moves!"

"It's Sasuke Uchiha? Why?" Mitarai Anko's eyes widened, and there was a trace of jealousy that couldn't be concealed in her pupils.

"Because of talent and talent, this ninja world is like this. Only truly talented people are qualified to be active in the center of the stage, while those without talent can only die in obscurity." Orochimaru stretched out his hand and gently stroked Mitarai Anko's cheek, But the voice was so cold that there was no warmth at all: "It's rare for me to come back to Konoha, so I don't want to leave disappointed!"

The voice fell to the ground.

Orochimaru glanced at Smoker, turned around and burrowed into the depths of the dark forest. Smoker put the mask on his face again, and with a light touch on his feet, there was a muffled sonic boom in the air, and his flickering body The shape is juxtaposed beside Orochimaru.

Four monsters with strange bodies that seemed to be distorted inserted their hands into the ground, the space was stripped and isolated, and two figures stood facing each other in the dark purple space.

"Tell me, some old guy who likes to peep can't see the inside, so you can tell what your purpose is." Orochimaru said faintly with purple eye shadow under the golden pupils.

Smoker swept across the four "monsters" maintaining the formation, and let out a weird and inexplicable laugh. He felt that the world was more and more in line with his wishes.

"From the memory captured by that corpse, I've heard your name, Orochimaru." Smoker put his hands in his trouser pockets, and a cloud of black mist slowly transpired above his head behind his back, like a cloud of splashed ink. , the black lines are weaving strangely into a horrifying and absurd pattern, "I want to know, what does this picture represent?"

The black mist is entangled and woven, like terrifying tentacles rippling above the head, but the middle of the solid and terrifying body is like a fallen tree trunk. The lifelike picture has a strong and cold atmosphere, which makes Orochimaru His face changed suddenly, his brows were frowned into pimples, his eyes stared at Smoker with incomparable misery, but his heart seemed to be filled with huge waves: "This is the secret of the Akatsuki organization, how could the apostle in front of him know this thing? "

The pattern on the "door" is a hint to the world, and it is also the key to opening the world from the inside in Smoker's opinion, so he must first figure out the meaning of the "pattern".

"It seems that I'm lucky. Your expression tells me that you know the meaning of this picture." Smoker's eyes revealed a gloomy light, the cloak behind him moved without wind, and a wave of black mist quietly The spread spread, he stared at Orochimaru, and said word by word: "Tell me!"

"Where did you see this picture?" Orochimaru asked without answering.

"This pattern is engraved on a door!"

"Why would you want to know what this is?"

"This is the key to opening the door!"

Answering charades is consuming Smoker's little patience. If not, even if he kills the opponent, he may not be able to get the memory in the opponent's mind. Smoker has already started at this moment.

Orochimaru rubbed a ring on his finger, with a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, he said grimly: "I do know what this picture means, and I even saw the real thing not long ago, but... It is far from enough to pay for the value of this information just by relying on the stupid student who just helped me out."

"The picture represents the real thing, have you seen it?" Smoker clenched his fingers suddenly, and the black mist above his head gathered into a black whip wrapped around his arm.

"Yes, I can take you there, but the premise is that you have to do two things for me!" Orochimaru met Smorgesen's cold gaze without fear, licked his lips with his tongue, and exuded the same radiance all over his body. With a vicious and strange dangerous breath.