Chapter 2 Don't Paint

I asked Charolo to put on her clothes, the unicorn blood is not so easy to draw, it is estimated that it will not take ten days and half a month, it is not good.

Call Zhang Zhang back. Zhang Zhang stood in front of me with a drunken face, looking at me with a wicked smile: "Hey, boss, it's over so soon?" I gave him a gloomy look, took out a wad of money from the drawer, and handed it to Zhang Li.

"I have something to do in my hometown, I want to go home for a few days, you can take it and play!" Zhang Zhang was obviously stunned for a moment, looking at Charolo who was bored in the studio behind him and rummaging through the tattoo tools.

I wanted to say something more, but I looked at my face and choked back the words. After passing away the tension, I said to Charlotte, who was full of indifference, "You sit down first, and I'm ready to prepare." "To be honest, I don't have any fear now.

Because as long as I draw this unicorn spill, I will know the news of that man.

I'm still alive to find him. I only know that it is taboo not to paint three or four, and I can't paint casually, but I don't know what the consequences are if I paint.

I guess the man who taught me to draw meat talismans didn't know either. My store was on the first floor, and the second floor was also my place, so leaving Charolo on the first floor, I went to the second floor and started the preparations.

I took a shower, and when I took off my clothes, I remembered the steel needle that had been stained with blood from my fingertips, and I took it out, carefully wiped it clean, and then rushed down the drain.

This stinging needle is specially used to draw meat talismans, and the meat talisman is drawn on human skin and flesh, and it is impossible to really draw with a pen.

Take a shower like that and it's gone. It has to be the same as a tattoo, with a needle. The stinging needle for drawing the meat talisman will only be used by one guest, and the blood of the meat talisman Taoist priest itself is even more taboo.

Don't ask me what will happen if I commit a taboo, if I have encountered a taboo, I guess my leg bones can be used as a drum and pestle now.

It can be said that it was an accident that I became a Taoist priest, and I will talk about this later. Wrapped in a clean bathrobe and drying my hair, I stood in front of a wall, breathing a little heavily.

There is a painting hanging on the wall with two words next to the painting. The person on the painting is me, and those two words are my name.

The meat fu Taoist priest does not worship the ancestor, and the wealth and prosperity of life and death depend on his own craftsmanship, so he worships himself. I let out a sigh of relief and took out four long gray incense sticks from the box.

The three sticks of incense are for worshipping gods and ghosts, and I am still alive and worship myself, so I have to use four. My hands are a little shaky, and I've drawn the meat charms many times, but those are all side balls.

I didn't paint at three or four, and the man just told me that I should never paint. But what are the effects and consequences after painting?

I don't know. As the cigarette went down, I took another deep breath and stuck four long incense sticks into a boxy piece of black dirt on the table.

He took out a box from under the table and rushed downstairs. The news of the man in Tang Shu's mouth was like adrenaline, which filled me with strength.

Every time I had that dream, my distorted longing for that man became a little more severe. Charloto, who was almost as tall as me, leaned in front of me and sniffed hard at the side of my neck.

There was a very charming smile on his face: "Do you want me to wash too?" I hurriedly stepped back and moved away from her.

"Lie down, here we go!" I took out a pair of clean, disposable rubber gloves and opened the box next to it.

The box was spread out, and there were seven candles standing in a row, and the candles were not the usual red and white, but cyan.

I've lit this candle twice, once to draw a gambling-minded dice for a middle-aged man. The gambling god dice are not not drawn in three or four, but my skills were so poor at that time that I had to light candles.

Another time, it was for me to draw myself, and the painting was of Zhong Kui patrolling the city at night, trying to suppress that nightmare.

But it didn't work. The bell must be tied to the bell, and this nightmare was brought to me by him, so I must find him.

I looked at Charololo's smooth back and pondered where to go with the knife. At first, she said that she was going to draw a unicorn with a blood bleed, and I thought it was the ignorant little girl who knew something and ran to find excitement.

Later, from Tang Shu's attitude, it can be seen that this woman is definitely not simple. I am a cash cow under Tang Shu's hands, but I am not short of money.

I just came to find that man with the help of his power and connections in the Beigui area. At first, he told me that within seven years, he would give me the news and let me go.

But it's been less than three years, and he's given me the news. It is more cost-effective to prove that the conditions offered by this woman are more cost-effective than if I gave Tang Shu seven years for nothing.

Dispel the cranky thoughts in your mind. I took a deep breath and began to flip the small, narrow blade in my hand.

Cutting meat is to cut the meat into the desired seal pattern. The difference between meat talismans and traditional talismans is not only in the material, but also in the fact that traditional talismans may only require a few strokes.

The meat charm, on the other hand, is much more complicated. At the first slash, Charolo visibly trembled and gasped.

My hands trembled, and it was the first time I had drawn this kind of meat talisman that I didn't draw in three or four times, and I was afraid that something would happen.

Glancing at Charolo lying on her stomach. Charolo turned around and gave me a wink.

"Tap, my first time, it hurts a little." I:...... As the blades flew, sweat began to flow on my head, and the pattern of the unicorn spilling blood flashed through my mind over and over again.

Among the four types of flesh sigil patterns that are not drawn, the Qilin Bleeding is the most complicated, but it is also the least risky.

The unicorn was originally a rui beast, and the unicorn that spilled blood was a bit evil. With a flip of his wrist, for a while, the blood marks on Charololo's back like white jade were staggered.

But this is also a ruthless person. There are also many tattoos in this method of cutting meat, and many old men are humming vigorously and even screaming.

But she didn't even squeak, clutching at the white sheets on the workbench. I stopped, wiped the sweat from my head with the towel, and handed her a towel.

He pulled out a small piece of cloth and wiped the blood off her back.

"Do you know how fierce the unicorn blood is? I also use the method of cutting meat! Charolo let out a slow breath.

"Let's draw! The place I'm going to is not that the unicorn is bleeding and can't be stopped, so don't inquire if it's none of your business. "The appearance is still charming.

I shook my head, took off my rubber gloves, which had been soaked with my sweat, washed my hands, changed them again, and began to continue.

The sky is bright, and more than ten hours have passed, and the pattern of the unicorn is always outlined. Then came the most critical step.

I said to Charolo, "You rest for a while, the meat charm is not a tattoo, it can't be done in a few days, I'll go upstairs to get ready and start the second stage." "As soon as I stepped up the stairs, my phone on the table buzzed.

Tang Shu's phone. I pressed the answer button impatiently, and as soon as the phone was put to my ear, a terrible roar came from the microphone.

"Xia Hunt, don't paint, don't paint!" My ears were tingling.

"You're insane! Didn't you tell me to draw it? Tang Shu's voice was indescribably frightened and anxious.

"This group of crazy people is from southern Xinjiang, they want to go to the Zhao family's old house, don't paint! If you draw it, it's all over for you. "My mind is full of the four words of the Zhao family's old house, and I feel dizzy.

With a bitter mouth, he said, "It's late." Tang Shu heard the sound of a car engine starting.

"Late? Where did you draw? I swallowed my saliva: "I'm going to order wax to open the eyes of the Kirin." Tang Shu's tone was resolute, without any hesitation: "Run, run, I'll take you to hide in the field for a while." I looked at the walls on either side of the stairs.

The sound of small insects crawling kept ringing.

"Probably, it's too late."