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"What a nice afternoon......

Bai Shuo got up from the bench and left the Clooney Palace with a somewhat sleepy smile. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At four o'clock in the afternoon, a man in a suit with his hands in his trouser pockets walked into a tattoo parlor of famous hippies, punk singers, non-mainstream and Japanese gangsters.

After giving the owner enough money for a month, the man took the entire tattoo parlor for the night.

At the same time, the British Navy Headquarters discovered that the ship Kitty Hawk had lost contact.

The 'Last Brigade' had already begun to move, and Bai Shuo could even hear that the rhythm of the war had begun to beat.

"My time is precious, don't delay my time because of your three melons and two dates."

He threw all the messy items in the old tattoo artist's studio out the door, and then threw the old man enough money to buy his entire studio.

"You have a work ethic, I like it, but you are not needed here, you can leave."

Bai Shuo removed the pages with various strange patterns from his manuscript and pasted them on the wall.

The curtain that had been hanging on the wall was torn to the ground, and Bai Shuo looked at the whitewashed wall with satisfaction, pasting those pages on the wall one by one.

It seems to be irregular, but the patterns on the paper seem to have a vague connection, like pieces containing thousands of years of history attached to the wall from Bai Shuo's hands, and finally merged with the entire wall.

As Bai Shuo moved, the unrelated patterns gradually joined together as the new manuscript was dismantled and pasted.

A huge mandala flower slowly takes shape on the layers of paper.

The hideous-looking King Fudo Ming was hidden behind the lines, his figure blurred, but as his gaze moved, he seemed to be dancing vigorously.

The old man who was still a little arrogant couldn't move his feet after taking a look, and the thin old man, who had believed in Buddhism all his life, left his hometown from Japan and came to London, naturally with his own difficulties; In a foreign country, I was able to see King Ming's figure again, and it seemed that this was some kind of secret method of tattooing, so I tried not to save half my life's face and stay in the studio to help Bai Shuo.

Just to learn this kind of tattoo technique that you can't help but be fascinated by.

"What do you learn, I don't care...... Sure, I don't know what kind of digital tattoo computer you have, but the thing itself has to be carved by human hands. If it weren't for running half of London, you would have had a complete set of tools for a time-honored brand like you, and I wouldn't have loved you. ”

Bai Shuo shook his finger, pointed to the door and said to the old man, "Now, go out, please......"

The old man grinded hard and finally simply said that he was willing to give Bai Shuo a hand, and he could let him help if there was any inconvenience behind his back. Bai Shuo estimated that what he said was also like this, so he simply nodded and asked him to do it.

Ten minutes later, the manuscript in Bai Shuo's hand was almost half dismantled, and the huge pattern on the wall was almost completely formed.

The curious old man asked why there was such a piece missing in the lower left corner, but Bai Shuo rolled back with a roll of his eyes: "I'm happy, I'm happy, you care?" ”

Well, it's already a reincarnation, and it's not authentic to bully an old man with a tattoo, but it's rare to have such a cheap assistant sent to the door, and you don't need to set a dime, and it's no problem to bully twice...... Right?

"Okay, clean up your laser tattoo for me, and bring a mirror in......"

Bai Shuo took off his suit and put it on the hanger in the corner, revealing his well-proportioned and full muscles: "You can start now." ”

"It's five o'clock in the afternoon, and by six o'clock tomorrow, I'm going to get this picture done. I guess you can't stay up, go order takeout first, I'm going to start. ”

The short, rubbed old man retorted in disbelief: "Impossible, it will die." ”

Bai Shuo twisted his neck and turned his head in surprise: "Will it be dead?" ”

The old man was stared at by Bai Shuo's eyes, and couldn't help but tremble, and said tremblingly: "This kind of big tattoo will cover almost seventy percent of the skin on the whole body, and it will take at least three months. ”

He smiled incomprehensibly at the old man: "If you can't figure it out, you'll die." And a lot of people will die. ”

To use a common saying, the blind man is now bloody, and the anger between his eyebrows is monstrous; Although his smile is sweet, when he frowns, it will give ordinary people the illusion that they are about to be killed.

Naturally, relying on the rudiments of a certain X-domineering spirit, Bai Shuo easily dealt with the old man who opposed him.

He flicked his fist slightly, and the muffled sound of the fist breaking through the air resounded in the room. The old man couldn't help but think of the underground boxing champions who came to ask for his tattoo, even those burly guys probably can't do this easily, right?

Not caring about what the old man behind him was thinking, Bai Shuo put the huge mirror behind his back and took out the materials he had asked for from the material library of the Cross War Regiment from the small backpack prepared in advance.

Pouring those strange things into the small bowl, Bai Shuo smashed those materials into medicinal powder, and sighed that the Crusader Regiment was really wealthy, and even things like relics were carried out in boxes.

If it weren't for the fear of causing the main god to increase the difficulty of the task because the star rating of the props was too high, Bai Shuo would not have only picked a few with the lowest evaluation.

Seeming to miss the current atmosphere, Bai Shuo muttered to himself: "How many times has this been tattooed?" The tattoo is washed once, tsk, these sins are in vain......

I'm not a fool of the road, and I'm more proficient in the process of tattooing for Mao now than those big brothers who carve dragons and tigers......"

In the past, the technique he fixed on his body through the 'scripture inscription' was forcibly destroyed by the powerful in front of the three-star cave of the slanting moon. Although he had changed a benefit that was enough for him to wake up with a smile in his dreams, Bai Shuo couldn't help but sigh at the thought of having to hurt again.

"By the way, old man, the blood that came out helped me put it away carefully, and it was useful."

After saying that, his arm was as soft as an athlete who has been practicing gymnastics for many years, and he went around his back and stabbed the first stitch.

A slight anguish struck and kicked off the long ordeal of the night.

From the very beginning, the old man played the role of a layman, numbly watching Bai Shuo not take his body seriously and pricking down one by one, and in the end, his hands were so shaky that he couldn't get a towel.

Carefully according to Bai Shuo's request, he collected the blood flowing from the wound, and watched Bai Shuo complete the work that took him two or three months to complete in the middle of the night, and in the end, Bai Shuo's eyes turned into monsters.

After the middle of the night, the old man could not hold back and went to sleep, and by the time he woke up again, it was already three hours later.

It's already starting to lighten, and it's early in the morning.

The moment he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, almost thinking that the legendary Ming King appeared in front of his eyes.

With the movement of Bai Shuo's body, the lines on his back continued to agitate, as if the world was spinning, and in the deepest part of the mandala pattern, the Fudo Ming King danced a hideous dance with the blood oozing from the pores.

The complete 'Tibetan Realm Mandala' is not like this, and the current Bai Shuo cannot drive the complete Tibetan Realm Mandala.

It was a huge array that included the Three Realms, and the Heavenly Gods and Buddhas also had to obey their will.

And what Bai Shuo is engraved on his body now is just a variant that he found from the ancient books according to his own needs and the direction he is good at.

The complete Tibetan Realm Mandala is an eight-star huge technique, and although this variant that has been changed by Bai Shuo is less than one ten-thousandth of the original, it is better than a simple one, and even ordinary people who have not undergone any enhancement can use it.

The scriptures and patterns themselves are carriers of mystery, attracting more mysteries through inscriptions, and finally forming spells that are enough to change reality.

With Bai Shuo's movements, the bandages that had been blessed and prayed slowly wrapped around his bloodshot back, almost wrapping his entire body before he turned around.

An ordinary coin suddenly appeared in his outstretched palm as Bai Shuo turned around.

The old man looked at Bai Shuo's palm in bewilderment, and as Bai Shuo's fingers flicked the coin, his gaze also moved.

When the coin tumbling in mid-air fell into Bai Shuo's hand again, the old man's eyes had become dull.

"For the sake of you helping me a lot, I'll save you once." Bai Shuo raised his finger in front of the old man and said: "When I leave, forget about it, and then call the airport to book a ticket, you can go anywhere, Tokyo, Mumbai, Rio de Janeiro, don't stay in London anyway, by the way, don't go to Washington, the White House is not safe." ”

"Well, that's it."

Bai Shuo snapped his fingers after recovering the coin, looked at the old man who had just woken up from a dream, and said, "The work is over, this is the rent for you." ”

"Don't always look for young girls when you're old, the girls who come out to do it now will suck your old bones dry."

After Bai Shuo patted the old man on the shoulder, he put away the bits and pieces, lifted the coat on the hanger and walked out the door.

When the old man came to his senses, he stared blankly at the messy studio, and then dialed the phone number at the London airport: "Hey, this is Tony-Mountain, I want to book a ......"

……

While Bai Shuo was walking down the street, the British Navy had lost contact with the 'Kitty Hawk' and thirteen disappeared.

Through satellites, the command found that the Kitty Hawk was moored thirty nautical miles of the Berlinton Sea in the Pacific Ocean, motionless.

Zoom in on the satellite images and reveal a large inverted swastika on the deck of the Kitty Hawk with something red.

It did not take much time to react for the naval command to understand that the 'millennium' offensive had already begun, and that the state of affairs was already beyond the scope of action of the British Navy.

For monsters like vampires, there can only be an expert who fights monsters to solve them.

The drumbeat of war has begun to ripple softly, and this rhythm that gradually begins to tighten is so beautiful.