This Hokage is not bloody

Chapter 332 Female Prisoner

Chapter 332 Female Prisoner

When the female prisoner looked up at the rain, her white and clean face showed no expression, she just nodded slightly: "Thank you, sir."

But she still didn't look at the food on the table, as if she didn't need to eat, and ignored her when it rained. Since she was locked in the villain's area, she must not be as simple as the surface, and the abnormal psychology is elusive.

On the sixth day, the accident finally happened.

After the prison guard delivered the meal, Yu Shi ate all the food for two people, and put the plate back in the delivery box. The female prisoner didn't eat it anyway.

As soon as he sat back on the bed, a slovenly figure jumped out from under the female prisoner's bed, stretched out his hands to grab Yu Shi's neck, his movements were weak and slow, and Yu Shi easily pushed him to the ground.

"Why...why...why don't you even take a look at my art? Is it because my art is not perfect? ​​Tell me! Tell me!!" The dirty figure was crying and yelling crazily , with the disheveled hair constantly tossing, like a crazy artist whose art has been questioned.

"...Are you a puppeteer?" Yu Shi looked at the female prisoner who was slumped on the table as if her muscles and bones had been stretched.

"Chiyo's first apprentice, successor of the white secret technique, painter Bai Chuanyao... is really me." The sloppy Bai Chuanyue pushed back his disheveled hair, and introduced in a serious manner.

Yu Shi froze for a moment when he heard the name, and the memory in his mind searched automatically.

Painted skin master Shirakawa Miu, the proud student of Sandao's chief puppet master, Chiyo, has learned all of Chiyo's puppet techniques at a young age. He once participated in the Second Ninja World War and made great achievements. Among others, he is known as Sha Yin's first puppet genius, and even faintly surpasses Chiyo's son.

The skin painter should be what Bai Chuanmao called himself, and his title should be "Jade Hands". His hands are slender, round, delicate and smooth. He soaks his hands with secret medicinal ointment several times a day. His complexion is as white as jade, and the veins on his hands It can be clearly seen that it is not a man's hand at all, it is extremely dexterous, and the puppet can be manipulated with ten fingers to achieve a subtle state.

When it was raining, Bai Chuanyue's ten fingers were neatly brushed and only the last finger post was left. Obviously, he was unable to control the puppet.

Bai Chuanwu is a person who pursues the beauty of perfection. He believes that the art of puppets should not be limited to combat effectiveness, and the puppets he wants to create must be perfect.

He collected the rarest materials in the world, built the lightest and strongest skeleton, captured the most ferocious ninja beasts, filled every joint with bones and muscles, but in the end he couldn't find the perfect skin to complete the final a process.

For this reason, Bai Chuanyue almost went mad, and secretly slaughtered commoner girls every day, skinned their flesh and covered them with puppets. However, in the barren environment of the Land of Wind, most of these girls' skins were rough and withered, and he couldn't find any satisfaction.

Because no one understands his perfect art, apart from the pain in his heart, he has to maintain a positive image of himself as a talented young man during the day, but at night he turns into a demon to search for more beautiful girls.

Until when he was on a mission, he saw the daughter of the daimyo of the Land of Wind, the princess known as the "Pearl of the Desert", and was immediately attracted by the girl with creamy skin. Her beauty was also hard to see in the world. The character is as weak as water, and people just want to hug her when they see her, and care for her carefully.

Bai Chuan was stunned and immediately chose to stay in the Daming Mansion. While protecting the safety of the Daming, he also tried to get close to this "Pearl of the Desert". Just fell in love secretly, but within a year, the two had already made a marriage contract, a pair of talented and beautiful women, got married under the blessing of everyone.

On the night of the wedding, facing his wife who was devoted to him, and gently stroking her fair skin, Bai Chuanyu lamented that the heavens really did not disappoint him, who worked so hard. If he missed this time, I am afraid that the "perfect art" would never be completed in his life. .

He gently slashed the skinning knife towards his wife who was just married and immersed in happiness, and completed the husband's perfect art with white skin like jade, and named the puppet: "wife".

Early the next morning, he took his puppet "wife" to complete a series of post-marriage routines, visited Sandai Kazekage, Chiyo Granny and other sand hidden masters, but no one could see through his perfect art, and immediately went crazy Looking up to the sky and laughing, he showed his masterpiece to everyone.

It was only then that Grandma Chiyo realized that this real woman was actually a puppet. She led someone into the wedding room, but on the bed she saw the daimyo's daughter whose skin had been removed from her whole body. Already dizzy from pain for a long time, there is still a sliver of life left.

Mother-in-law Chiyo was about to arrest the already crazy Bai Chuanyao, and wanted to destroy the puppet "wife", but after seeing its perfect structure like a natural gift, she couldn't do it anyway, who was also addicted to the art of puppetry. It was sealed in the treasury, Bai Chuanyao's ten fingers were cut off, and he was locked in the Ghost Lamp City.

This is what I know when it rains...

"This...is the perfect puppet 'wife'?" Yu Shi looked at the girl who was no different from a real person. After spending so much time together for a week, he didn't realize that she was a puppet.

"Exactly!" Hearing someone praising his art, Bai Chuanyu brushed off his dirty hair, revealing a handsome face that could still be seen.

"Shouldn't she be sealed by Grandma Qiandai?" Yu Shi remembered it like this, and it was even more difficult to imagine how the puppet was brought into Ghost Lantern City.

"She is my wife, and no one can stop me from being with her, not even God..." Bai Chuanyu looked very happy when he heard the rain calling the puppet "she", and gently stroked the puppet's hair , His face is full of happy pampering.

Only then did he notice that Bai Chuanyao's body was covered with scalds caused by the raging fire prison, and his skin was wrinkled into bark. He was afraid that he had unrestrainedly refined chakra and used it to channel the puppet wife. In the end, Wuwei had to Allow him to bring the puppet with him in exchange for his security.

"Have you ever regretted it?" Yu Shi's tone was a little cold.

"What do you regret? Take off her skin? She should be proud of my dedication to creating a perfect work of art!" Bai Chuanwu lowered his head and kissed the puppet wife's cheek, her face was calm and beautiful.

"I didn't say this. According to the psychology in my memory, I asked this sentence. The first thing you say is the thing you regret the most." The rain is inexplicably able to penetrate people's hearts.

"Nonsense! How can I regret it! I only have perfect art in my heart. I am a desperate puppeteer, a madman who dedicated himself to art! I have no humanity, so how can I regret it?" Roaring in the rain.

"I have seen a lot of lunatics, most of them have been twisted by misfortune in childhood. This is the first time I have seen a lunatic like you who already has a world that is so perfect that it cannot be replicated. I'll beat you up and talk about other things." Yu Shi was inexplicably very angry, his fists were clenched and creaked, and he punched Bai Chuanyue's abdomen.

"What is perfect art!!!?"

"Isn't man the most perfect art?"

"You gave up real perfection to pursue false perfection..."

"Ruthless, emotionless, speechless, perfect!!!"

When it rained for no reason, Bai Chuanyue was beaten like crazy, and the missing memory was filled with sadness, the more he beat him, the sadder he became, and the sadder he felt, the more he wanted to beat him.

(End of this chapter)