As a master of body modification, Orochimaru knew very well that there were many special forbidden techniques in the ninja world that could restore severed limbs.
For example, Tsunade, even if this woman was cut in half, as long as the parts were put back together in time, she could grow back.
Or like the medical forbidden techniques circulating in the underground black market, such as 'body regeneration' and 'cell activation', which could even restore the body if it was torn to pieces.
...
But no matter what, the use of these Ninjutsu and forbidden techniques required advanced medical knowledge, and could not be mastered casually.
However, the silver-haired boy in front of him was definitely not that kind of person.
Orochimaru trusted his own judgment. This boy's temperament was more like a 'smart aleck' than a small-town bookworm. His talent was clearly not in his brain. It was impossible for him to learn advanced and complex medical knowledge.
So, the question was, how could he use this Ninjutsu without enough knowledge in his head? Where did his ability come from? That evil god?
Orochimaru licked his lips, with a faint guess in his heart and excitement flashing in his eyes.
Ordinary people would be scared or at least feel a chill when looked at by Orochimaru's burning, greedy eyes, but Hidan deserved to have a big heart like Guy's, and still maintained his usual arrogance.
"If you want to try, just try..." Hidan looked up, staring at Orochimaru with his nostrils, "But a disgusting guy like you, one day, I will take you down."
"Very good, very energetic... Then let's go."
Orochimaru smiled, opened the secret door of the underground laboratory, and stepped in.
The moment Orochimaru turned around, a cold light flashed in Hidan's eyes, and a kunai with a chain was ejected from his sleeve.
As expected, the kunai missed, and the chain was pulled by a huge force, causing his body to stagger.
In the next moment, a ghostly figure came in front of him, grabbed his arm, and after rotating his torso half a circle, slammed him hard to the ground.
The wooden floor cracked slightly, and blood from his forehead dripped down, staining the wood chips red.
Just as Hidan was about to get up, a large hand like iron tongs grabbed his neck, suppressing his struggle.
His body was pressed against the cold ground, and bursts of pain came from his limbs, but Hidan was not discouraged at all.
This was just a test in itself. He knew very well that he was no match for Orochimaru.
He made a move just to test the other party's strength, to prepare for the next time, and the time after that.
"Tsk... You're really not honest."
Orochimaru hid in the shadows, his snake eyes flashing with golden light, "I don't care about your little tricks, but you better be honest when I do experiments later."
"What if I'm honest? What if I'm not?"
The silver-haired boy stubbornly raised his head, veins bulging on his forehead, with a look of disdain.
He was not afraid of pain, nor would he die. Orochimaru could punish him if he wanted to; it was just a tickle. How could Hidan care? He had suffered this kind of thing too many times to get to where he was today.
This fearless attitude made Orochimaru silent, and the genie floating in the air whispered something.
Orochimaru's expression was strange, and after a long while, he said, "If you don't cooperate, I'll throw you into the septic tank."
The expression on Hidan's face froze, and his arrogant flames were extinguished a lot. The thought of being imprisoned in that kind of place twisted his expression.
"You're not afraid of death? But there are many things that can make you wish you were dead."
Behind him, a teasing voice came again, "As far as I know, if you cut off a part of your body, you shouldn't be able to grow it back."
Of course he could grow it back, the silver-haired boy retorted in his heart, but reason prevented him from saying it, because the enemy's methods were too undignified.
Before being a believer of the evil god, he was first a person, and even more so, a man with strong self-esteem.
Pain and torture would only inspire his fighting spirit, but the situation was stronger than him, and there was no need to humiliate himself.
Anyway, he couldn't die, so one day, heh heh...
In short, due to the boy's vanity, Orochimaru's threat worked.
However, Orochimaru didn't plan to force him onto the operating table.
Once or twice was fine, but too many times might cause the other party to give up completely.
He didn't want to see Hidan become a boy who got excited when he was humiliated either.
That would be really bad.
After all, Orochimaru couldn't really kill Hidan, and after the bottom line was broken, other methods might not work either, which would be the same as losing a way to control Hidan.
After pondering for a moment, Orochimaru released his hand, looked at the boy who stood up with a wary look, and smiled, "Do you really want to kill me?"
Hidan was young and energetic. Although he hated the punishment Orochimaru mentioned, he still frowned, "What if I do?"
"Okay, I'll give you the chance."
Orochimaru held up a finger, smiled, "Cooperate with me in an experiment to offset the punishment after a failed assassination, how about it?"
Simply suppressing and forcing would only lead to resistance, so after giving a blow, you had to give a reward.
Hidan's expression showed that he was tempted.
Struggling out of the mud of the ninja world, compared to others, he actually knew more clearly that there was a price to pay for doing anything.
It was just that usually, he didn't care about the pain and death that ordinary people feared.
The same was true for assassinating someone like Orochimaru, and if he could change the price from those disgusting things to cooperating with surgery, it wouldn't be unacceptable.
However, Hidan was still angry. Orochimaru's attitude clearly didn't take him seriously.
"Hmph... Since you're begging me so much, I'll accept it."
Hidan glared at Orochimaru with his neck stretched out and walked towards the underground laboratory on his own.
He secretly vowed in his heart that sooner or later, he would let Orochimaru know the cost of looking down on him.
As for letting Orochimaru go and not arguing with him, Hidan had never thought about it from the beginning, and never would.
Without killing people, without hunting down powerful people, what was the point of living?
Orochimaru's lips curled slightly. After entering the laboratory, he turned on the laboratory's chandelier, and the light gathered on a single bed.
"Take off your top and lie down."
Hidan didn't hesitate when he heard this. He tore off his top in a few strokes and lay on the experimental bed.
Orochimaru licked his lips. If it were an ordinary person, he would have to sterilize and clean the body again, but Hidan shouldn't need it.
During the previous battle, the limb was reattached in such a harsh environment, and there were no aftereffects so far, so a small operation now was naturally unnecessary.
Orochimaru smiled, "You shouldn't need an anesthetic either, right?"
"Bring it on." Hidan's expression was relaxed, without the slightest reluctance.
"Then control yourself a little..."
Orochimaru held the scalpel, his eyes flashing with golden light, "Don't twitch."
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