I cautiously took out the brush, as well as the box of cinnabar. The two blood-like eyes that I had gouged out with my blade kept flowing downward, staining Charlotte's entire back.

I've been on a row for almost fifteen hours and haven't closed my eyes. But I was so excited.

The most exciting moment is finally coming, I have never painted three or four without painting, let alone painting two at a time.

I have asked God several times, but I have never asked for this taboo level. I don't remember the first time I took a deep breath to relax.

The brush lightly touched the cinnabar, and the dry cinnabar clinged to the original white soft bristles the moment the brush touched.

This brush was not left to me by the man, I made it myself. In fact, every thing of the Meat Fu Taoist has a bit of a reason to talk about it in detail.

Call it precious, and you can see it everywhere, let's call it rubbish! It's a pain in the trouble to get a set.

Seven big white roosters over seven years old, take the white chicken feathers on the tail of the seven pieces, and become the tip of this brush.

The barrel is a seventeen-year-old locust wood drilling, and of course, if you can find a seventy-seven-year one, it would be even better. When the whole tip of the pen was filled with dry cinnabar, I raised my hand and pointed at the eyeball that I had plucked out.

Don't ask how cinnabar can be absorbed without water, and don't say that it goes against science. Do you think I'm doing that right now, which has nothing to do with science?

Before the brush in my hand fell, the gown on my body became hot, as if it were on fire.

With a shake of his hand, he almost deviated from the position where he put his pen. This has never happened before, even when it was the first time I drew a meat talisman, and although the atmosphere was a little weird at the time, it was not as mysterious as it is now.

I felt the urge to rip my gown off, but reason told me I couldn't. A white hand put on my shoulder, and Zhao Qing said in a low voice: "Paint." The voice was low and powerful, and I glanced at Zhao Qing's wrist, which was as white as a woman.

Almost didn't bite my tongue. A fat man, with plenty of collagen at a glance, caterpillar-like bugs poking out of his cuffs and crawling down his wrists and up my shoulders.

What surprised me even more was that he had a flashing scar on his wrist. If I weren't a meat talisman Taoist, I would have thought I was wrong.

The scar is the same color as the skin of the wrist, and if you don't look closely, you can't see it at all. It's a meat talisman, I don't see what it's drawn.

But that kind of painting is also one of the four non-grammar methods. Frankly speaking, I dare to draw a unicorn spilling blood, and I dare to use the method of cutting meat, but I don't dare to use the kind on his wrist.

Among the three or four non-paintings, the four non-painting methods are: embroidering the skin, cutting the flesh, injecting veins and carving bones. The meat talisman in Zhao Qing's hand is drawn with carved bones.

I'm sure I'll try the first three, but I don't even know where to start.

Carving bones and carving bones is to carve talismans on bones. In this world, who else is talking to meat charms other than me and that man?

It's still a painting method that I can't even master. The insect that crawled out of Zhao Qing's wrist crawled onto my shoulder.

I felt a cool feeling from the inside out. After a moment of concentration, I once again held the cinnabar-stained brush and pointed it at Charololo's back.

This time there was no accident, and the brush landed exactly where I opened my eyes. Cinnabar was mixed with blood, scarlet was stacked with bright red, and the unicorn behind Charolo immediately had a trace of activity.

This red eye adds a bit of demonic temperament to the unicorn out of thin air. Just picked up the pen. Two hehey sneers rang in my ears.

In the closed studio, a biting cold wind hangs, which is simply the kind of cold that can freeze off the ears.

put on the gown on his body, this time it directly emitted a faint yellow light, which dispelled the cold a little.

With two slight flutters, most of the light that had filled half of the room disappeared, and only the vicinity of the workbench was still in the light.

Of the seven candles that were dripping with wax, only three were still flowing. In the dark, something snorted and gasped.

Charolo, who was lying on the workbench, suddenly screamed. This was the first time I'd ever heard her scream. The entire back is covered by a unicorn pattern, and there are raised green tendons.

These green tendons are still writhing like small snakes. Zhao Qing's lips were frozen black, and he was not prepared at all for the cold wind just now, and it was estimated that he was very uncomfortable now.

It's all thanks to the gown I'm wearing, otherwise I'd not be much better than him. I had a bad feeling in my heart.

The god invited by opening his eyes this time is afraid that it is not a righteous god. After only one eye, the green wax was extinguished, and if the green wax was all extinguished, the souls of the three of us present would probably be gone.

Burning green wax is to guard the soul. I'm afraid it's not an easy thing to invite God this time. Open your eyes and invite God, this god is not the god of immortals, if I could invite the gods in the sky and draw a fart meat talisman, I would have gone to the west to learn scriptures a long time ago.

This god is a kind of spirituality, just as a god with eyes is a living person, and a godless person with eyes is a fool or a dead person.

Charolo kept writhing and howling again, Zhao Qing's dark lips kept trembling, and insects of various colors on his body fell from the cracks in his clothes and pants.

I had a cinnabar-stained brush in my hand and didn't know what to do. If I don't open both eyes of this unicorn, I guess this thing will stay in my tattoo parlor.

What's more, Charolo is estimated to be painful to death. But if you open the eyes again, there are only three green waxes left to protect the soul, and when you open the first eye, four are destroyed one after another.

If the green wax is all gone, I have this gown on me, whether I can survive it or not, at least I have a comfort.

But Zhao Qing is almost frozen into a vegetative state now, and it is estimated that the soul will have to be taken away directly. I glanced left and right at both of them.

Damn, horizontal and vertical is a death, I don't paint, and Zhao Qing has to be frozen to death by this thing that was invited. Draw!

The cinnabar-stained tip of the pen poked down fiercely, and the tip of the pen was directly flattened. The sneering laughter in his ears continued one after another, and the row of cyan candles standing on the box broke directly at the end.

The dim light vanished, and the surroundings were plunged into a deathly darkness. Even Charloto, who had been screaming, kept her mouth shut.

Step by step, rhythmic footsteps sounded, and something came towards us. The cloth-like gown on his body, the blurred outline of the portrait slowly became clear as the footsteps approached.

But I still can't see what the facial features look like. I couldn't see it, but I could clearly feel that something was shining in front of me.

After a while, Charolo, who was lying on the workbench, suddenly screamed in satisfaction. The temperature around me has also begun to normalize, and light is projected into the studio through the cracks.

The unicorn behind Charolo shimmered with a demonic red light. The red scar cut by the knife formed the lines of the Kirin's body, as if blood was bleeding all over the body.

The eyes of cinnabar mixed with blood are bright, just like living creatures. Charolo twisted her neck.

"Is it over? It's so comfortable! "I: ......