Konoha's Master of Illusion

Chapter 147 The Ceremony Failed
believer?

This word is not often heard. Even monks in farmers’ memories would not use this word to describe their identity. Generally speaking, they call themselves monks.

But a believer in the evil god, he knew this would not be a good word.

"Sir. Don't. Don't kill me."

The urge to urinate was rushing from his bladder straight to his brain, but the panicked owner didn't care about it at this time. All he could think about was not to end up like the companion in front of him, and he struggled to utter a word of mercy.

Then, all we can do is wait for the blessing of fate.

The followers of the evil god in the Kingdom of Kawa hate the concept of peace pursued by Yu Ninja Village. The man in front of them who just killed an innocent ordinary person with a smile was the immortal Hidan.

Today's Hidan hasn't joined Akatsuki yet, just wandering aimlessly near Kawanokuni Yunin Village, selling his own gods to everyone he meets.

As for the method of promotion, there is no need to say more.

With a faint smile on his face, he carefully looked at the trembling black and thin man in front of him, glanced at the silent body on the ground, and said in a soothing tone:

"Don't worry, I'm not here specifically to kill people, actually."

Having said this, Hidan raised his eyes and stared at the other party, with a strange light in his eyes, which seemed to contain some expectation:
"I'm here to recruit you, do you understand?"

"Yes! Sir, I am willing! I am willing to join the religion!"

At this moment, the farmer had no time to think carefully about what it meant to join the religion. He just agreed in a hurry, hoping that he could really get rid of his bad luck.

"Since you are so active, let's start now!"

Hidan was clearly satisfied.

As a human being with an immortal body, his psychology has long been distorted and changed into another state. For many years, he has tried to find his own kind among countless ordinary people, but he has always been in vain.

So later on, Hidan gradually became less concerned about finding companions.

Perhaps there is one and only me in this world who is a qualified believer of the evil god and has received its blessings, while others are not qualified at all.

In the past, he would have kept both of them alive temporarily and held a ceremony to test whether the other party was qualified.

But now, Hidan didn't have that patience.

He was just looking for some fun in his boring life to please himself, without any expectation of finding similar people.If you can succeed, even better, if you fail, you can also appreciate the superb performance of these ants. The fear and disgust of death, the unspeakable fear and ultimate terror, is really happy.

It's a pity that I can't experience it myself, who let the evil god take care of me?He always thinks so.

"Relax, I just want to take a little blood. If you are qualified to join the embrace of the evil god, this will not pose any threat."

He handed the scythe to the other person and found that the guy was shaking uncontrollably. Hidan subconsciously continued to comfort him.

The tip of the sickle pierced the farmer's facial skin, and some red blood flowed out.

Withdrawing his weapon, Hidan stretched out his tongue and licked the blood with an intoxicated expression. Under the shuddering gaze of the farmer, his body suddenly changed.

His entire exposed skin turned pitch black, so black that it absorbed all light like ink that was so rich that it couldn't be melted. At the same time, his purple hair also turned into a withered and dry gray.

Of course, Hidan didn't completely change his race.

A white skeleton painted on the body covers the whole body from head to toe. They are not exactly based on the real bones, but a cartoon-like style, which is weird but also has a kind of... Funny.

Of course, to the farmer, this scene is not funny at all.

What happened in front of him was incomprehensible. This guy might be a murderous demon who was about to wield an exaggerated weapon to hurt himself. He could only pray in his heart, hoping that he would really join the evil sect, or that someone could Come and save yourself.

After completing the first step of the ritual, Hidan was very satisfied to see that his target did not turn around and run away, which would make it easier to appreciate it later.

He pulled open his chest collar with one hand, revealing a dark chest marked with white ribs, and drew a circle with one foot on the ground in a leisurely manner.

Although the ground was uneven, his strength was obviously strong enough to reveal a clear circular mark.

Then, Hidan pulled out a sharp spike.

This is a prop specially used to perform rituals. Although it is different from the necessary pattern on the ground, it doesn't matter if it is not available. But for the sense of ritual, he still specially prepared such a thing besides the sickle.

"Look carefully, the next step is to see whether you are qualified to join the Evil God's Embrace!"

Following the sound of the sharp blade entering the flesh, the farmer watched in a daze as Hidan inserted the sharp thorn into his chest.

The stab was accurate.

Hidan could feel the cold spikes peeling away his flesh, passing through the gaps between his ribs, and piercing his heart.

The familiar severe pain made him excited.

Since there was no blood groove, the spikes temporarily blocked the wound, and not much blood flowed out, but this also frightened the farmer who had been watching.

He never dreamed that the person in front of him would commit suicide directly.

"Ok?"

Hidan made a suspicious nasal noise, and looked at the person in front of him with some disbelief:

"what's wrong with you?"

He completed the steps of the ritual meticulously. With the opponent's blood and the pattern formation under his feet, all the injuries he suffered would be completely reproduced on this guy.

But why would he have no reaction?

This sudden situation made Hidan a little confused about what to do. He stared at the panicked farmer carefully for a long time.

Perhaps he had suffered too many injuries and damaged his brain. Faced with this situation, Hidan's first thought was to pull out the spikes and hit his kidneys. The real pain told him that he had indeed caused it. wound.

However, the target in front of him still looked confused and flustered, and the ceremony was unsuccessful.

At this moment, Hidan's second thought was that maybe there was a mistake in some step, and he picked up the scythe to get some more blood.

"No need to try, Hidan."

Someone else's voice sounded from behind, telling him the truth:
"Actually you didn't get any blood at all. The top of the scythe was clean when you licked it."

"Impossible, I clearly tasted the taste of blood, and that wonderful and familiar texture!" Hidan retorted subconsciously: "Besides, I also saw it. I personally took the blood from the wound on this guy's face. !”

As he said this, he suddenly discovered that the wound he had cut with his sickle on the farmer's face in front of him had disappeared.

At this moment, he couldn't help rubbing his eyelids with his hands, and then looked carefully.

The wound is indeed gone.
He turned his head angrily and scolded the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared behind him:

"What did you do! How dare you destroy my ceremony!"

(End of this chapter)